I was contacted today by a bondsman who was looking for one of his clients. Of course, it was while i was busy with 1000 other things, but i was able to make time. He had info from an ex-girlfriend where the guy was so we met up and headed over there. I knocked on the door and of course the girl who answered busted out the now famous line,"You got a search warrant?" When I reminded her that her Probation Officer wouldn't be to happy if she found out that the female had refused us permission to search, she sang a different tune!! I ask her where he's at and she says "on the couch".
Me and another guy walked in and, of course, all the lights in this shitty apt were turned off. We get to the very back bedroom and find the guy standing in a corner, trapped like a rat. And make no mistake, this s.o.b. was HUGE! I remembered him being big, but good lord. Well, i settled my taser dot on his chest and he gave up w/o a fight, thank God. Could've been because the last time he was arrested he got three bursts from the probes. I guess he's got a pretty good memory anyway. He had several warrants, a couple no bond for drug trafficking. A good arrest with nobody hurt, worked out good.
Thanks for taking the time
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