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A true crime book with tales from the life of an author who spent over 30 years policing the streets of Metropolitan Detroit. Murder mystery, robbery, drugs, and human trafficking are explored in detail.
Once out of the car I closed the driver door quietly, then hustled through the darkness toward the east side of the house. I could see my partner's silhouette near a detached garage and the two deputies moving south through the alley to help him cover the rear of the residence. As I racked a round into the chamber of the shotgun, I heard Thomas on the front porch. "Police! Search Warrant!"
Outside on the landing we each took a deep breath and held it. Back inside we went, moving quickly to each door. The old interior doors were thin and easily breached. We kicked the doors open and found three of the flats to be empty. One man must have awakened about the time we showed up and realized what was happening. He hustled out of the fourth apartment and down the stairs. When I reached the end of the corridor, I witnessed a sight that will never leave me.
Displaying the drugs in the open like that eliminated the need for us to play show and tell, so I slipped the bag off my shoulder and tossed it on the bed. “Damn, I like the way you guys roll. Looks like a good deal to me,” I said. Margosian knew that if he heard me say the words ‘good deal’ over the wire at any point, it was go time. With almost no delay the door was opened by Margosian with a motel master key and my teammates stormed inside.