Jay Halstead Chicago Pd Ram Truck Novels & Stories

Out of nowhere the back of his truck was hit. “What the hell?” he looked in the review mirror. The monster truck with heavily tinted windows was right on him. He immediately speeds up but the guy stayed on them. “Strap in guys. I think we are in trouble.” Jazz turned to look backwards. She kept her eyes on the front window. The guy moved forward watching her. She immediately recognized him from the shop. “What’s the deal with this guy?” Jack asked without expecting an answer. “He was back at the patrol station.”

Quickly, I read the caption. Huge congratulations to K-9 Rambo and his handler Deputy Ransom Thompson. They initiated a traffic stop tonight, along with Deputy Kepler, that resulted in numerous charges. Driving without a license, fictitious plates, possession with an intent to distribute, and trafficking among other charges. K-9 Rambo discovered 20 pounds of marijuana along with ten thousand dollars in cash and two handguns. The marijuana has a street value of well over $60,000. Good job, bub!

Ice replied. "I did manage to find the vehicle that ran her mom off the road. I checked the service station videos before and after the wreck. There was a black F150 there and before the wreck there was no damage. Afterwards it had damages to it. I ran the plates. Came back as a known gun for hire. One who's been on junior's payroll before." I.T. explained. "Fuck! This just gets worse and worse. How much shit has this bastard done and got away with?" Jax roared.

We were easily going 85 maybe even 100 through the streets of Detroit, setting random things on fire, yelling at the top of our lungs, and ultimately, just causing havoc. When the song ended we got back in the car, still laughing our asses off at the stupid shit we do, and Jay was even getting a couple of chuckles in; Jade wasn't pissed but wasn't happy either...probably because I called shotgun and she had to sit in the back. Jay took a hard left and we ended up in front of a police station, 'Oh how the hand of fate as fucked y'all today' I thought as I got out of the car. Jade saw we were in front of a police station and knew what I was onto, we were both going to raise hell in there, and

“And in Chicago, which was both better and worse. I had lots of guards.” “You had a stalker?” I frown, wondering where this person might be now. She gives me a wry look. “He saw me in a magazine. Had a vision we were married. With kids, no less. He had a very elaborate life cooked up.” “What happened to him?” “Got too close for comfort.” Jay slides out the driver’s side. When he opens the passenger door for Sierra, he continues, “Ended up being committed to a psychiatric ward by his family.”

At my brother bleeding. Then I smiled, sweet and bad. “Half a million?” I said. “Fine. But I want it in blood, pussy, and gas. And I set the rate.” I walked to the Charger, opened the trunk, pulled out the spare camera case. Inside: not lenses. C4. Detonator. And a flash drive: “DAX VOSS – EVERY RUN, EVERY BODY, EVERY COP ON THE LIST”. I held it up. “New deal. Let Jax walk.

His men needed a win, and he needed one too. Four raiders rode with him today. Two on bikes, two in the battered pickup truck behind. They rolled up to the emergency entrance, glass crunching under tires. The sign above hung crooked: ST. MERCY MEDICAL CENTER. Jax killed the engine and stepped off, boots heavy on cracked concrete -- He was tall, broad through the shoulders, with a scar running down the left side of his face from some fight he barely remembered. Ex-Army. Now he took what he wanted. "Spread out," he said,"Find the drugs. And keep your eyes open for the bitch."