A Life Interrupted Nothing Is As It Appears

I arrived at the Langley Police Department approximately five hours after being unceremoniously dumped at the side of the road in the middle of nowhere in the darkness of early morning tired, hungry, sober, and a little foot sore, though nonetheless determined and indignant.  The sun had only recently risen. I arrived at the detachment on the wings of the belief that the actions of a rogue constable would not be found acceptable to the powers that be in the Langley police department.  Someone needed to take Constable Shithead down a peg or two and I was just the man to do it. I deserved the respect. read more