Eric Fomley

You need to step out of your vehicle, sir.

He clenched his teeth and slowly opened the car door, acting super sketchy, like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing.

god if we could convict just based off a body language this guy would have been arrested right there he slowly stood up out of the car and his shirt and his pants were soaked like he's been sweating gallons all morning it was july and kind of hot but in the upper 70s this guy was sweating like we were in death valley doing p90x you seem awfully jumpy i said have you taken anything this morning

He shook his head violently, like the harder he shook, the more true it would be.

But I didn't believe him for a second.

You can tell me.

It's not a big deal if you did.

I just need to know.

Another crazy head shake.

I decided it would probably be in my best interest to get another unit over to me before I went ahead and searched the guy.

Drug addicts have such an unpredictability about them that can go from zero to a hundred quick.

I grabbed my radio, put my mouth close to it to request backup, and the guy took off, and I mean took off, like he was 2008 Usain Bolt in the 100 meter.

Fuck, I said.

I flung his license and registration into his car and took off after him, calling in backup while I pulled my taser out of his holster and tried to catch up to the guy I was quickly losing.

He ran right to the factory, flung open the rusty blue metal door to the place, and ran inside.

Inside my head, I was screaming about going in after the guy.

Doing so alone was not a good choice, but until my backup got here, I was still solo.

There wasn't a lot of choice there.

I decided to do it, and do it slow.

I opened the door.