A homeless man grabbed my arm as I, a police officer, got out of my car. “Don’t talk,” he whispered, pointing to a dark alley. “He’s been waiting for you.” I drew my weapon, but he stopped me. “Don’t…”
Officer Rachel Taus froze, her hand hovering over the butt of her service weapon. She had just stepped out of her patrol car when the figure leaning against the brick …
A homeless man grabbed my arm as I, a police officer, got out of my car. “Don’t talk,” he whispered, pointing to a dark alley. “He’s been waiting for you.” I drew my weapon, but he stopped me. “Don’t…” Read More