The telephone rang. No one answered. Detective Michaels called again, but there was still no answer. "Damn it," yelled Michaels, slamming the telephone back into its cradle, "he won't answer the phone. He probably got some hot tip and decided to go check it out himself. God, I swear if he goes ahead and screws up another case I'm gonna kill him! Three times Jerry, three times he has ruined an entire case that we have been working on for months. Just the other day I got a call from Peterson saying that he arrested the alleged Railroad killer and he was bringing him in. But instead of just returning with the criminal, what do you think he does? I'll tell ya what he did Jerry! He left the idiot in the back seat of our newest patrol car, my patrol car, while he went in and got a cheeseburger Happy Meal from McDonalds! I mean, at least he could have used the drive-through! That way, he could have been there when the gang casually towed my damn car away, with the suspect inside! O!
             h, and better yet! The next day when I went to pull out of my driveway, I slammed right into my stolen patrol car, leaving a large crack in my bumper and nice silver scrape down the side of my mother-in-law's van. As it turns out, the Jackson gang left me a little present and took it upon themselves to remove all of the doors, seats, and expensive new equipment in the car. Not only was my mother-in law's birthday present (which was under the front seat) kindly removed but every single part under the hood as well, leaving just the frame."
             "Well good thing I was shot last week or it would have been my car that Peterson destroyed," exclaimed Jerry. Jerry was a six foot ten, African-American male, who everyone knew as "the black guy that totaled the car he was hit by." Jerry had earned this nickname, as well as several others, when Peterson inadvertently rammed him full force in the parking lot, ...