Crime Scene

Nabin Bhattarai
Pennsylvania, America

“… Suspect: undocumented Hispanic female, height: five point two, brown hair, approximately hundred and sixty pound, appearance: grey colored gown with black coat …”
Entire town’s duty officer’s radio goes on and on for the burglary reporting from the borough dispatch. Within a minute dozens of police sirens start shouting almost over every street of the little town. The suspect’s description is still going on, “…. Local convenient store located two forty-seven JFK Street burglary reporting. The suspect headed two twenty North, Golden Ford, vehicle registration GGL 2020…. repeat… headed two twenty north, Golden Ford, please report immediately.”

Roger Clark, a fire police of the town is about to finish his last cup of evening coffee nearby the freeway two twenty, starts his truck and speeds up towards the ramp of the highway. On the way he reports to his superior, “Roger on duty 24-7-365 reporting, suspect identified, Golden Ford 1995, registration GGL 2020 on two twenty North between exit 24 and 25, suspect in high speed approximate 120 MPH over.”
Dane Smith on the other side in the control room is waiting for a response. As soon as he gets Roger’s voice he comes to action, “Duty 24-7-365 copied, do you need back up, I repeat do you need back-up?”
“Vehicle is over speed in icy road risking all traffic.”
Mr. Smith shouts, “ Do you need back-up, is suspect with arms? I repeat….”
Officer assigns other duty officers for back-up but immediately stops with Roger’s voice in radio, “Suspect down. I repeat suspect down, crashed off the road.”

“All right officer calm down and approach carefully, maybe just wounded. “Smith replies.
It’s been two minutes without hearing anything from Roger; he’s keeping his patience. He looks calm because he is an experienced officer, but also curious to see new criminal of the day. He picks up his radio again and asks, “Roger you copy, Roger copy?”
“Yes”, Roger sounds desperate, “Send an ambulance, I think we lost her.”
“Damn.” Dane punches the wall beside his desk slowly and can’t say anything. He wipes his sweats off his forehead with a towel and pulls his radio close to his ear again.
“Search the vehicle and report your findings.”

This is not the special and terrific day for the officer like Dane because he has been gone through this kind of situation every day since he joined State police, instead he was happy because of the easy capture of a criminal. He was desperately waiting to find a great deal of illegal substance and dangerous weapons from the car’s trunk. After an amount of time without response, Mr. Smith loses his patience and burst into Roger. “Officer, report your findings, how long does it take, common, did you find drugs, arms, or bombs? would you mind please…’
“Yes sir, copied sir.”
Dane gets a piece of paper and a pen handy and ready to inscribe.
“All right, go-ahead.”

Than His radio sounds from the other end with the voice of Roger, “ A gallon of orange juice, two bottles of shampoo, actually baby shampoo sir, two loafers of bread, a jar of jelly, beef jerky, Cheese cracker….” The situation goes tense, but Dane keeps listening quietly. The voice keeps going on and on,. … “Two packs of macaroni and cheese, two gallons of milk, two pairs of infant clothes, three infant formula, a pack of Advil, two packs of infant diapers, ……………”