The real life of an American police officer: Winning over others with virtue

Chapter 37 Maintenance
Several pairs of eyes looked at each other through the enthusiastic crowd watching the show. It could be seen that the two patrolmen looked a little confused, and they looked at each other and shared their surprised expressions.

Eric's face stiffened, and he raised the full package bag in his hand to greet people, forcing a smile.

"Good evening!"

He regretted pretending to be cool and went back to the supermarket to get some groceries. The most surprising thing was how the little girl, who had been so bewildered the entire time, suddenly became so bold. Was she just pretending? She also seemed to like Superman.

"Ward? Eric? Is that the super uncle she was talking about you?"

One of the two patrolmen, whose uniform indicated that he was a third-level police officer, was looking at Eric standing next to the bags with a confused look on his face.

"No! Why is it you?"

Eric spread his hands, looked at the woman who was interacting with another second-level patrolman, and the little girl who was staring at him, and sighed.

"I hope it's not me, Holland. I just got off work and came here to buy groceries, and this happened. What can I do?"

As if he could hear Eric's depression, Holland couldn't help but laugh.
Los Angeles is a very large city. The Los Angeles Police Department has a jurisdiction area of ​​1,230 square kilometers, covering a population of over 3.8 million. It has a total of 10,000 police officers and 3,000 civilian staff.

Therefore, you may not know all the patrol officers in some police stations. If you can know a few of them, you are considered lucky. Most of them do what they are supposed to do according to their police ranks, duties and rules.

But the young man in front of him was different. Ever since he suddenly appeared out of nowhere, he would occasionally take leave due to major events, and he began to slowly appear in the gossip of some patrolmen.
When he avenged his colleague who died in the line of duty by chasing a terrorist for hundreds of kilometers on a bicycle and successfully killing him, his fame began to spread far and wide, and most patrolmen knew that there was a fierce young man in the West Canyon Police Department.

The most important thing is that many people have a great impression of this young man because of this incident. When they heard that the young man was demoted because of this, their impression of him doubled.

Including him. Holland glanced at the depressed Eric. Among the police officers on the front line, who wouldn't like such an honest, brave and capable young man?

"So what's going on?" Holland shrugged.

"Even though they said you were a good person and saved them, I don't know if it's because you haven't calmed down yet, so your words are incoherent."

Hearing this, Eric recounted everything he had seen and heard in detail, causing Holland to nod secretly:
"I suspect there's something seriously wrong with this man."

Holland turned to look at the handcuffed, unconscious man and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know, it's just a hunch." Eric said rather bluntly. He had the skill of criminal profiling, and he could secretly try to hone it, but speaking it out loud was another matter, because his identity was not yet proven by words.

"Anyway, there's definitely something wrong. You'll know after you take him back and check him out. There's blood on his collar, so be careful."

"Okay." Holland nodded.

"I'll keep that in mind."

"So can I leave first?" Eric reached out and picked up the packaging bag on the ground and said.

"It's getting late, I have to go back and cook."

Holland didn't stop him, nodded and said, "Of course, you can go."

Eric smiled and said, "OK! I hope you have nothing tonight, Holland."

In order to maintain round-the-clock patrols and respond to emergencies around the clock, the Los Angeles Police Department uses a shift system for patrol officers, with morning and evening shifts, each eight hours.

For example, he is on the early shift now, which means he starts work at nine o'clock and gets off work at five o'clock.

The middle shift starts at 5 a.m. and ends at 1 a.m.

The night shift starts at one o'clock and ends at nine o'clock in the morning.

For example, Holland in front of us is obviously in the middle class.

If an emergency occurs, patrol officers may need to extend their working hours or temporarily adjust their shifts.

So, if the timing is right, many patrol officers will slack off at the station until their shift ends, just like he did today. "I hope so. See you later, Eric." Holland smiled as he watched Eric hauling bags. He already had a wife, so he didn't need to cook.

"See you later." Eric took a last look at the woman, and seeing the look on the woman and the little girl's faces, he nodded slightly, then walked towards where his car was parked.

At this point, the matter had nothing to do with him. The only small issue was that he secretly took a few banknotes from the man to pay the bill.

But these people seemed not to care about this or no one noticed it at all, and even if they saw it, they would not say anything.

Holland watched the Ford Raptor drive away gracefully, then turned back to the scene.

"How's it going?" asked his partner Levin.

"Just like she said, Eric was just passing by and came here to buy groceries. He happened to see the suspect controlling them, so he took action." Holland looked at the still unconscious man and the car with shattered windows and debris all over the ground, and said helplessly.

"It's just that the blow was a bit heavy-handed."

"There was a gun in the car, so it's normal for him to use force." Levin said: "What should we do next?"

"Take him back first. Eric said there's something seriously wrong with the suspect."

Holland walked towards the man and frowned when he saw the fresh blood on his collar.

"I believe him."

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West Canyon Police Department.

"So, Officer Eric has another suspect who broke into a house and killed two people?"

Costa, who had just arrived at the West Canyon Police Station, shook his head with a hint of surprise on his face as he looked at Daves, the on-duty commander of the patrol department in front of him.

"Well, this is the information about this matter. All the details are here, including the findings of the forensic department."

Daves pushed the documents on the desk over and then looked at Costa in front of him and Detective Peña behind him, frowning.

"What do you want from him? The murder you're talking about has nothing to do with Officer Eric, right? He just fined me, and the whole process was legal."

Costa took the file and flipped through it. "Just wanted to ask if he saw anything unusual."

Daves frowned and said, "Sorry, he's already off work. If you have anything to say, it's not too late to ask him when he's at work tomorrow."

Although the detective has a high status and great power, he is not inferior to these two people.

Because of the difference in responsibilities and rights, only his direct superior can manage him.

If it was something else, it would be fine. What? You can ask whatever you want? And since it was Eric who had nothing to do with this murder case, he didn't bother to pay attention to the two detectives.

The meaning of Daves' words was very clear. Costa turned around and looked at Peña. After exchanging glances, he knew that there was no hope and shrugged.

"OK! Then we'll ask again tomorrow. Anyway, we still have a lot of clues that haven't been processed yet, so we're not in a hurry."

Daves nodded.

Costa put away the folder and turned to leave with Peña, but at this moment, Peña's cell phone rang, attracting the attention of Daves and Costa.

"There's new news from the scene." Peña picked up his phone, looked at the incoming call on the screen and said.

"I think it should be good news."

(End of this chapter)