Diary of Police Chief — Robert Stone
Christmas Day
The sun had already set.
I’m the Chief of Police of Ketchikan, Alaska.
My name is Robert Stone, and up until today I was a by the book kind of cop.
I’m really tired of never seeing my family for any of the holidays. We all have to work. But I guess I shouldn’t complain, as my biggest case was usually a missing dog or pulling a police cruiser out of Thomas Basin.
Our department owns this 2000 Ford Escape that can barely make it up and down the hills in town.
I hate this car!
The engine really never ran properly again after my deputy “accidentally” ran the SUV into the basin. I suspected my deputy had been drinking on the job but never did a breathalyzer, blood, or any other test as he’s my son, and, besides, I desperately needed the help.
It also helped that his mother had a twenty-year career as an emergency dispatcher for the entire region and, is my wife!
So, my deputy son, in plain clothes, is following MAA after he arrived from Portland, Oregon. I left several text messages with that FBI, Denning, guy.
“We don’t know where the hell he is!”
I’m pulling into the lot when my deputy calls over the radio:
“Dad, I think I just lost our suspect. He was in the bar and went to the bathroom. I just checked the bathroom. He’s gone.”
“I’m on my way over.”
I shook my head, thinking, I better not find out my kid has been drinking again on the job. I call Tony’s mother on the two-way radio, “Yura?”
She answers, “Yes?”
“Make sure everyone knows we lost our suspect. Put out that picture of him and say: If anyone sees him don’t do anything but call me immediately.”
I don’t want any trouble.
I like my town just the way it is. Nice and quiet!
Too bad I never saw my phone, which was upside down on the seat, of the squad car.
I didn’t want trouble but trouble was not far away.