FRANK-3 ENROUTE: THE CALL

PREVIEW THE CALL The big clock in the hall showed that is was 1:59 p.m. as I opened the door. Damn, I’m good, I thought, always on time. “What the hell happened to you, Officer Randel?” asked Undersheriff Collins. “Oh, just a little car-jacking on the way over; the SOB shot my partner in the chest.” Looking at my uniform, I observed that I was muddy and wet past my knees, my bloody shirt was ripped at the shoulder and at the elbow on my left arm, and I definitely was not squared away. Sheri...