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Christmas 2014, A Short Police Story

Updated on December 10, 2014

You want me to drive a while?"

Angela Baskins watched her Field Training Officer sip from the convenience store styrofoam cup with no top, smile and then shake his head. Tonight was Christmas Eve and it was Angela's last night on the Dismal, SC Police Department's FTO program. After four days off, she'd start next week patrolling on her own.

Cpl. Dennis Culp slid in behind the wheel of the patrol car, a black Chevrolet Tahoe and set his cup on the dash while he buckled up. A fog of steam gathered on the windshield above it as Angela got in on the passenger side. They were four hours into a ten hour rotation and except for a noise complaint about firecrackers over in the Forest Acres subdivision, it had been quiet.

Dennis had been nicknamed "Denzel" after he joined the PD some twenty-seven years ago not because he looked so much like Denzel Washington, he was much darker and built heavier. He wasn't fat, and spent a lot of time at the gym lifting weights trying to stay in shape. Instead, it was the way he carried himself, his demeanor, and the way he spoke. His voice had that quiet-yet powerful quality that people found reassuring.

He had retired after twenty-five years and getting promoted through the ranks to Captain of the patrol division. He stayed off the job about two weeks, got bored staying at home alone, and then hired back on as a street cop. The Chief had insisted on making him a Corporal, but Dennis had refused to work back up the chain. He wanted to stay on the street as long as his health held up.

Now they were Denzel and Angel, emphasis on the “l” at the end of their names. Nicknames were big at the PD and Angela figured out pretty quick she could do worse.

Elvis sang softly over the FM radio wondering why every day couldn't be just like Christmas and Angela asked Dennis if he was going to see his family this year.

"Kenya and her husband sent tickets," he said. "I'll land in DC tomorrow about supper time."

He smiled but in the green glow of the computer screen his eyes betrayed his thoughts.

"Wish my Gertie had lived to see those grands," he said.

Angela didn't know what to say, so she simply kept her peace. She thought he was the best FTO at the PD and probably the best officer. He believed she was going to make an outstanding cop, one of the best new rookies to join the PD in years. Both their feelings remained unspoken. That was simply the way.

The fire call at the trailer park came in about the time Dennis finished his coffee.

On Faile Circle, trailer number 1904 was dead center in a semicircle of single wide units packed into an acre and a half of land behind an abandoned drive-in theatre. The residents were predominantly Hispanic, hard working families who required very little from the PD. They parked on the side of the street three trailers back, behind a small crowd that had gathered.

"Headquaters," Angela spoke into the mic. "ETA on the Fire Department?"

"They're already rolling...five minutes out."

Looking through the windshield, the officers saw flames licking at each end of the trailer.

“That place will be on the ground in five minutes,” Dennis said. “Let’s go rookie!”





"I'll get these people back," Dennis yelled as he ran toward the crowd. "You clear the trailers on the far side!" He ran to where the neighbors had gathered near the front of the trailer and Angela headed around it toward the next trailer.

"Okay, folks. I need everyone to move back," Dennis said as he pushed through the crowd and stepped in front. "Fire truck is on the way, let's make some room." He spread his arms and began to walk them back to safety. When he had backed them up as far as they seemed willing to go, he turned to look at the trailer.

"Hope she took the baby with her to the store."

The voice had come from behind him and he spun.

"Somebody's in there?" Dennis shouted the question. No one answered and he had no idea who had said it. He ran toward the burning trailer. Flames were now boiling out of the windows on both ends. There was no car in the yard which meant... exactly nothing.

Two quick steps led Dennis to the door but a hasp had been secured into the frame and locked with a rusty lock. He jumped down and hurried to a small window and shined his flashlight into the den. There against the back wall and near the hall was a bassinet. Heavy black smoke hung at the ceiling. Dennis grabbed a cement block, lifted it over his head, and threw it through the window.

He knocked the remaining glass out of the bottom of the window with his gun and then secured it back in its holster. Jumping up he was able to get his head, shoulders and most of his body above the waist into the opening. He struggled to get through. His walkie talkie hung up on the frame and then fell back into the yard, but finally Dennis was in. He crawled toward the bassinet.

Meanwhile, Angela had evacuated the two nearest trailers and the folks in the last one told her no one was in the third. She headed back.

"Unit two to units at the fire..." Major Pickens said in his slow country drawl.

Angela keyed the mic on her WT, "Unit twenty-three, go ahead Major..."

"Be advised Angela, drug unit says there may be a meth lab at your location..."

Angela called for Dennis on her radio, but he didn't answer. She bolted back by the fire and toward the crowd which had advanced again on the house.

She did not see Dennis.

"Donde esta el otra ofical?" Angela's two years of Spanish in high school had been a blessing at times. This was one of them. Many in the crowd pointed behind her at the trailer and when she turned to look, she saw the busted out window.

She screamed "Consequir el infierno atras!" at the crowd and sprinted toward the fire.

When she thought back on it, and she did often-and for the rest of her life, everything else that happened seemed to take forever.

She ran toward the window screaming "Meth lab, meth lab!" at the top of her lungs.

She saw:

Dennis silhouetted against the orange flames headed toward the window,

A huge ball of red and orange fire erupting behind him,

His face registering surprise,

And the wad of blankets as he launched them through the window.

Running now flat out, she stepped on a discarded beer bottle. Her ankle gave way, and she started to fall ten feet short of the window.

Instinctively, she stretched her arms toward the bundle... and caught it.

Spinning, she landed on her back and rolled toward the trailer's underpinning.

The world erupted.


The young doctor at the ER bandaged her ankle, gave her a prescription for a painkiller she had no intention of filling, and told her she'd be fine. Angela thought he was cute... and totally full of shit. She would never be fine again.

Dennis was gone.

The world once full of promise was now filled with pain, what ifs, and remorse.

She got her crutches, thanked the clueless doctor and limped out of the room. As she passed the next room she heard someone singing Silent Night in quietly beautiful Spanish and looked in.

The Hispanic woman from Child Protective Services was about fifty and she held the infant in the blankets that Dennis had used. Angela stopped in the doorway, the woman looked up and waved her in.

The baby lay sleeping, peacefully unaware of the sacrifice a man had made for him that night. Angela touched his cheek, felt his incredible smoothness and the baby opened his eyes.

The blanket around his face fell away and she saw his name monogramed in dark blue on the corner.

Tears began to flow but, through them, she managed to ask "That's his name?"

"Hay Soos," the woman said. "We pronounce it Hay Soos."


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    • resspenser profile imageAUTHOR

      Ronnie Sowell 

      3 years ago from South Carolina

      You can never go wrong backing WillStar! Thanks Old Poolman and Merry Christmas to you!

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      Old Poolman 

      3 years ago

      I second WillStarr's comment. This was a great story and a job well done.

    • resspenser profile imageAUTHOR

      Ronnie Sowell 

      3 years ago from South Carolina

      Thank you, suziecat. Merry Christmas!!

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      suziecat7 

      3 years ago from Asheville, NC

      Loved this story in every way. Voted up!

    • resspenser profile imageAUTHOR

      Ronnie Sowell 

      3 years ago from South Carolina

      WillStarr, your enthusiasm knows no bounds and I do appreciate it! Many of my stories are not all that good, but when one clicks I sense it and I know you know the feeling because I've read and enjoyed all yours!

      Merry Christmas, thanks for begging (you didn't) and I appreciate the share on Facebook!

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      WillStarr 

      3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      No one can write a police story like Ronnie Sowell, and this one is no exception. It has everything plus a superb conclusion that I did not see coming at all.

      I begged Ronnie to write a cop Christmas story this year and I knew that if he did it would be good, but this is far better than merely good. This is great.

      Thank you!

    • resspenser profile imageAUTHOR

      Ronnie Sowell 

      3 years ago from South Carolina

      Thanks Becky and dahoglund. It was a pleasure to write this one!

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      Don A. Hoglund 

      3 years ago from Wisconsin Rapids

      Good story. Nice ending. voted up, beautiful. sharing.

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      Becky Katz 

      3 years ago from Hereford, AZ

      A tearfully great story. Happy that the baby made it out though.

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