Hello, friends. I’m back! It’s been a long time since I released an episode of the story between Quin and Tannenbaum. Between my book release, the Christmas season, and and overall nervous breakdown stuff, the story of Quin and Tannenbaum has been put on the back burner.
I am happy to announce that we are back on track with the lives of our favorite pair of unlikely friends. As I said last week, I will no longer be focusing on these installments as my main mode of creative writing, and instead working on writing longer, more complex works. When those are finished, I hope to release them on Amazon Kindle, and I will notify you of their release. I hope that we can still have a lot of fun together.
I will continue to regularly post every Tuesday and Saturday, but they will be more of updates of a personal nature about my writing progress, and possibly cartoons. I don’t really know where we will end up, but as Quin knows, uncertainty is the only way to travel. Until I get working on a book full time, we will keep up with this chapter of Quin and Tannenbaum’s story. I can’t leave you hangin’!
As always, thank you so much for reading, and I hope you will stick around to see what else I have in store for you as a writer. 😉 -BW
Carl Stevenson has been a cop for 7 years. He has a pretty good life. He’s a patrol officer, who goes around in his car with his partner, lending a hand whenever a hand is needed. It’s a good life, and he likes it. It’s a life with purpose, dignity, and a sense of being a literal help to the community. When Jesus commanded his followers to be his hands and feet in the world, Carl took it seriously. It’s not good enough for him to sit somewhere with good intentions. He wants to meet the problem and be the solution in person. He wants to personally chase after thieves, comfort the crying, and help little old ladies across the street. If he has one area of unhappy discomfort in his life, it would be that although his years have been long, and although he is older than his partner, Randy Randall, his partner joined the force an entire day before he did. Therefore giving Randy the right to call Carl, “Rookie.”
He’s called Carl, “Rookie”, every day for seven years now.
“Hey, Rookie, are you hungry?”
“Randy, it’s not even noon. I still have the taste of breakfast in my mouth. And stop calling me Rookie.” Carl said.
“Don’t get sore, Rookie. C’mon, let’s get a snack. What would you say to a donut?”
“Randy, You’re just feeding into the myth that cops love donuts.”
“Listen, Rookie, I don’t know what they’ve been teaching you down at the academy, but they’ve got it all wrong. It’s not a myth.”
Officer Randy Randall swerved the squad car into the Sinclair gas station at the last possible second, squealing the tires as shown in the old cop shows of yore.
“Take it easy, Randy. This isn’t the Streets of San Francisco.” Carl said.
“Sure it is.” Randall insisted.
“That makes me Micheal Douglas.” Carl grinned. “You have to be Karl Malden.”
“I don’t want to be Karl Malden.”
“Tough donuts, copper.”
“You be Karl Malden. You already have the first name right.”
“Hey, what’s going on inside there?” Carl mentioned.
Randy absentmindedly took a look through the front window of the service station.
“It almost looks like a robbery.” he said.
Inside the store, the man with the gun roughly turned Quin to face the window, putting his gun to Quin’s head for emphasis.
“Holy crud, Rookie! We’ve got a robbery on our hands!”
“Call it in, Randy!”Carl told his partner.
Randy Randall slowly eased to the patrol car radio.
“Central Dispatch, we have a service station robbery in action at the Sinclair gas station on east Vitton Street. It looks as if there are hostages involved.”
Carl stared helplessly at the people imprisoned inside with the madman of a robber. Although the armed gunman may not have began with intention to harm, fear and desperation could drive him to do desperate things.
Like shooting people.
Though Carl had been trained for these sorts of situations, he had always known how he would feel if he became the officer who happened upon a dangerous situation such as this one: he would hate it. There would be little to nothing that he could do. He could do nothing more than to stand outside the building, watching. Completely helpless and unable to assist in any way.
Quin saw Officer Carl outside, and gave him a smile and a friendly wave.
Carl waved back.