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SEPT 2020 Blues Vol 36 No 9

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SEPT 2020 Blues Vol 36 No 9

detectives and a crime

detectives and a crime scene unit to start our way. We have a burglary at the Huffman Bank.” We were so wrapped up in checking the bank, neither one of us realized that the winds had died down considerably and the rain has almost stopped. Hurricane Alicia was moving on and left a ton of crap in her path. Less than 15 minutes after we called him, Deputy Jones rolled in the parking lot. Barron: What the hell dude? How did you get here so quick? Jones: Experience Barron, experience!! Now, Jimmy Jones had worked the Huffman area for years and was known by some as the Mayor of Huffman. Some of the long time Huffman crooks called him the High Sheriff. But regardless of what you called him, Jimmy knew every crook and badass that lived in those woods. It wasn’t long before a crime scene unit and detectives showed up. Once a bank representative arrived and Bumper finished the initial report, I gave the case number to the detectives and we handed the scene over to High Sheriff Jones. Barron: Jimmy we are out of here. I’m sure you’ll have this wrapped up by sundown and crooks in custody. Jones: Stick around rookie and I’ll show you how we do things here in the backwoods of Huffman. Barron: Uh Thanks but no thanks. It’s been a long 14 hours and I’m ready to call it a day. By the way, where have you been all day. We missed you at the District 2 slumber party. Jones: On patrol, where else. Barron: Well Mr. Mayor, you missed a little action here in your city. (But by damn if Jimmy Jones didn’t solve that case within a few days and walked those Huffman crooks into the Humble jail.) Bumper and I headed back across the Lake Houston bridge and let’s just say except for dodging all the debris, it was a hell of lot better than the trip over. We spent the next couple of hours assisting rescue crews locate missing people and pets and clearing trees and power lines from damn near every roadway in Humble and Atascocita. Back at the station, the covered parking lot next door was gone. The large Shell sign, or what was left of it, was sitting in the Kroger parking lot 3 blocks away. The roof of the Humble police station was torn off and so was the roof of the nearby Denny’s. It was pure carnage everywhere you looked. And this was just a Cat. 1? I can’t imagine what a Cat 3 or 4 looks like. Bumper and I parked next to his car and unloaded all his gear. Inside, the remains of my makeshift bunker in the courthouse was being cleaned up by the jail trustees. I ran into the Judge Lee who thanked me for turning his courtroom into a hotel…(I’m not sure that was a compliment) and handed me a box of donuts. The captain thanked us for working under “questionable conditions” and told us to go home. I wanted to ask who was going to work the remaining hours of the evening shift, but I decided that I better just keep my mouth shut. Bumper and I walked outside, and it dawned on me my car was at home. Well I guess this is going to be my take home car today. Whoever has my car will just have to come swap it out. It was almost 8pm when I started the drive home. And as I drove east on FM1960, the sun had come out just in time for a beautiful sunset. Turning onto my street in Atascocita, I was met by a large tree laying across the road. Well isn’t this just perfect. No problem I’ll just drive around and come in from the east. NOPE. Another tree. (It would take weeks before all the trees were cleared and all the roads reopened.) No worries. I remembered the house directly behind me was still under construction and I’d just park there and go through my backyard. Surprisingly the house didn’t collapse like the ones down the road. I kicked off my muddy boots and walked inside and was thankful to finally be home. Until I flipped the light switch and realized I had no power. Hey but I have GAS! What a first date indeed! weeks before all the trees were cleared and all the roads reopened.) No worries. I remembered the house directly behind me was still under construction and I’d just park there and go through my backyard. Surprisingly the house didn’t collapse like the ones down the road. I kicked off my muddy boots and walked inside and was thankful to finally be home. Until I flipped the light switch and realized I had no power, but I have GAS! 34 The BLUES POLICE MAGAZINE The BLUES POLICE MAGAZINE 35

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