Two More Firsts

I'm all out of clever post titles at this point, but Monday night was interesting. I got a call from Ronin for an arrest in Hollywood. This one was interesting because the fugitive was actually wanted in Vegas and had bonded out in Los Angeles on Saturday.

Ronin, Reaper, Chopper and I met up in Hollywood and followed the L.A. bondsman to where he was meeting Prince (real first name) for another payment. We dumped our gear and with pistols in waistbands and cuffs in pocket strolled down to Hollywood Boulevard. The bondsman met the guy at a strip club and got the payment, while 3EIFRU lounged on the sidewalk like typical Hollywood mopes (but much classier). They shook hands, and that was our cue. We let the bondsman get around the corner, then moved in on Prince. The bouncer could only step back and raise his hands in a "This is between y'all!" move as four guns came out of nowhere and our boy got his princely head shoved against the wall.

Then Reaper and I hit the road. I've always hated the L.A. to Vegas drive (except the part where I exit California), but it's all good: Reaper drove. We got to Vegas around midnight and met the bondsman, who took custody of our boy. Apparently he'd been seeking him for months, and had hit several girlfriends' places all over Nevada. Leaving the bondsman's office we rolled down the Strip. There's just something about being armed to the teeth in the middle of Sin City...

We grabbed a quick coffee with a local friend of mine and made the long trip back, arriving in the L.A. area just in time for rush-hour traffic.

About the time Reaper and I arrived in Vegas, Rookie was heading out for his first solo arrest. That was apparently uneventful, but marks a milestone in his experience.  So congratulations to Rookie.