False Arrest

By R. Richard

A police officer appears just outside my driver’s side window. The guy has his sidearm drawn and he snarls, “Out of the car and keep your hands where I can see them!”
I get out of my car, keeping my hands where the guy can see them. (I note that there’s a TV roving crew observing things.) I ask, “What’s wrong?”
The police officer re-holsters his side arm and says, “You are!” He then grabs me and forces me back against my car.
I have my arms free and there are witnesses. I hit the police officer with a full force left hook. I feel the guy’s arm break as he tries to block my punch. His other arm is apparently tangled in my clothes. I hook a right to the other side of the guy’s head. Grabby boy goes down like the sack of shit that he is.
The other police officer takes a stance, with his side arm drawn and pointed at me. He snarls, “Don’t move.”
I calmly say, “If you shoot an unarmed man, in front of witnesses, you go to prison.”
The night is then full of police cars with flashing red lights. There are several police officers around me.
I get my hands cuffed behind me. I tell the police, “I have a right to a lawyer. I am requesting a lawyer, NOW!”
I don’t get a lawyer. I do get forced into the back seat of a black and white police car and I get driven down town. I’m then un-cuffed and forced into a holding cell. I again ask, “Where’s my lawyer?”
What appears to be the police officer in charge then says, “You killed a cop. You’re lucky I don’t shoot you.”
I find myself in a windowless room, with a bunk, with no mattress. There’s also no toilet and no lavatory. Well, there’s a small window in the door, that’s the only way in or out of the room. There were witnesses to my capture by the police, so it seems unlikely that the police will let me die of thirst in the room. The room looks clean.
After some thought, I remove my shirt and begin to do some triceps push ups, using the edge of the bunk. I then do some push ups, with my feet on top of the bunk. I then do some Kung Fu punching, at the air. I have no idea when I might get a shower, so I take it slow and make sure that I get full extension on each exercise.
* * *
Janice Smith faces a police officer and a Supervisor. “You tell me that you received an anonymous phone call that one Jason Melg was on his way into town. The anonymous caller told you that Jason Melg was a criminal and would cause trouble. The anonymous caller also told you that Jason Melg was driving a yellow Camaro automobile, with a specific license number. So, rookie cop decided to make a name for himself by pushing Jason Melg around. James Melg, not Jason Melg, was driving the yellow Camaro, that rookie cop pulled over, without cause. According to the vehicle registration, James Melg is the owner of the yellow Camaro. According to his driver’s license, James Melg is six foot four inches tall and weighs 240 pounds. According to his high school coach, James Melg was listed as six foot four inches tall and weighing 240 pounds. According to his high school coach, Jason Melg was listed as six foot six inches tall and weighing 270 pounds. Also according to their high school coach, Jason Melg is, and I quote, ‘A little taller than his brother and even a little more muscular, if you can believe that. The two of them were called the ‘Punishment Pair’ by the players around the league. James Melg played like King Kong with a sledge hammer. Jason Melg played like King Kong with two sledge hammers. If you got someone who picked a fight with either of the Melg brothers, you got a serious drug abuse problem in your city.’ Well?”
The Supervisor says, “We hire what we can get, for the money that the city allows us to pay police officers.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: R. Richard
• Release date: Jun 24, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005001629

R. Richard

I'm the co-author, with Sunset Thomas, of Anatomy of An Adult Film.I have 48 novels and over 299 short stories currently published.I spent my early years in the part of Los Angeles known as the South Central. I was known as Whi' Boy, which was sufficient to identify me in that place. I'm a skilled Kung Fu player, using a system that I learned from a Korean I knew only as 'Pak.' It would be easier to tell you the places that Pak wasn't wanted by the police, rather than the places where he was wanted by the police. Pak's Kung Fu system, augmented by some bits and pieces from some Chinese practitioners is quick and effective, or I wouldn't be alive today.My early education was mostly obtained by stealing books from the public library (I always returned them and the Librarian even began to provide me with reading lists.) I did go to high schools, but I never really learned anything there. I eventually graduated from the University of California at Los Angeles, UCLA, with a degree in mathematics.I work as a Systems Analyst and also make a part of my living as a professional gambler (legal in Nevada.) I write science fiction and erotica. My published novels are:Anatomy of An Adult Film (With Sunset Thomas)1. Second Chance: God Killer2. Second Chance: Sky Pirate3. Second Chance: Scroll Seeker4. Second Chance: King of The Islands5. Second Chance: King of Zaya6. Second Chance: Duke of Averon7. Second Chance: King of Golomon8. Second Chance: King Of The Sky9. Second Chance: Warlord of Ifrequeh10. Second Chance: King of Ariby11. Second Chance: King of Mesodania12. Second Chance: King of Avuls13. Second Chance: King of Kemet14. Second Chance: King of Zorran15. Second Chance: King of Two Worlds16. Second Chance: King of Averon17. Second Chance: King's Duties18. Second Chance: King of The New WorldAdventurer: Simulation ProblemAdventurer: Pannar ProblemA Programmer's GambitAmateur StripperBeach MurdersBondage HouseCorporate Sex SlavesFriday NightGo Naked In The SoftwareGrasshopper WinterInvoluntary NudeLayoffNot A HeroPirates of The KeysSummer of SexThe LakeThe Last Moon DanceThe Nude Adventures of Plain JaneThe Secret Life of Wanda WilsonTails of the Pussycat LoungeTo Keep A JobTopless RestaurantToy WhoresVix: The MarineWayward BoyShort Stories:A Christmas Visit

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False Arrest

By R. Richard © 2022

Chapter 1: Not Much of A Welcome

I drive into town in my Camaro. It’s my first time in the town, and I’m driving well within the speed limit. I’m alert, since I’m looking for a motel that I had had recommended. Suddenly, I’m aware of a police car, with flashing red light just behind me. I pull over to the curb, shut off the engine and put my car in gear.

A police officer appears just outside my driver’s side window. The guy has his sidearm drawn and he snarls, Out of the car and keep your hands where I can see them!

I get out of my car, keeping my hands where the guy can see them. (I note that there’s a TV roving crew observing things.) I ask, What’s wrong?

The police officer re-holsters his side arm and says, You are! He then grabs me and forces me back against my car.

I have my arms free and there are witnesses. I hit the police officer with a full force left hook. I feel the guy’s arm break as he tries to block my punch. His other arm is apparently tangled in my clothes. I hook a right to the other side of the guy’s head. Grabby boy goes down like the sack of shit that he is.

The other police officer takes a stance, with his sidearm drawn and pointed at me. He snarls, Don’t move.

I calmly say, If you shoot an unarmed man, in front of witnesses, you go to prison.

The night is then full of police cars with flashing red lights. There are several police officers around me.

I get my hands cuffed behind me. I tell the police, I have a right to a lawyer. I am requesting a lawyer, NOW!

I don’t get a lawyer. I do get forced into the back seat of a black and white police car and I get driven down town.