![]() As the man cursed his wife, Bruce rattled the newspaper. There he was, treating an angry couple in a tenement apartment as if he were a visiting uncle.īruce kept reading and the couple kept arguing, occasionally glancing at the cop on their couch. I had never seen him enter a house without identifying himself, without asking permission, or without at least saying why he was there. Bruce seemed to violate all the rules of police procedure. Leaning against the door with my hand on the butt of my. Ignoring the argument, he picked up a newspaper and thumbed through the classifieds! I watched as he strode right past the warring couple, took off his uniform cap, sighed, and planted himself on the couch. Then Bruce just walked in without bothering to knock. ![]() My training sergeant and partner, Bruce Fair, and I approached and peeked through the halfopen door. We could hear the couple's vicious, mouth-to-mouth combat from the street. ![]() we were dispatched to break up a nasty domestic dispute in a tenement on the east side of Emporia, Kansas, notorious for drug dealing and random violence. I'd been a rookie cop ten days when my partner got the call. It was the most outrageous way to bust up a fight I had ever seen. Chapter OneBirth of the Communication Samurai ![]()
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