Ever wonder why cops crave donuts? You can ask them but they wont tell. At last a book that establishes proof beyond a reasonable doubt that cops crave donuts.
A police pursuit turns ugly. The suspect is shot to death. The community is up in arms. The coroner and the police forensic team conclude that it was an accidental shooting. The FBI believes otherwise. The officer invilved turns up dead. Murder of Suicide?
Crew members from the tugboat "Bufford" turn up dead in various parts of Cleveland. All this awaits newly promoted Lieutenant Pavlick and his seasoned partner, Sergeant Fu Chu Lai. When Sergeant Chu Lai was shot by, of all people, the FBI, a newspaper columnist blamed the incident on donuts and published and article, "Why Cops Crave Donuts." The following day the police districts were overwhelmed with donuts and . . .
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Turning on East 80th Street, they observed flashing lights on various emergency vehicles. Yellow tape cordoned off about a 250 square foot area. A body was lying face up, blackened from fire. Steam was emanating from the body. Mouth open, beard singed, and hair burned down. Some flesh was visible, crusted with cloth sticking to it. A sweet stench lingered near the body and it reminded Pavlick of the "rib-cook off on the mall. As usually at scenes like these, errant comments were made. One police officer asked, "Anyone bring the barbecue sauce?" Another said, "Probably playing german and jew." While a third officer commented, "Looks like Internal Affairs grilled another suspect."
In reality, these comments are self-protective mechanisim used to blunt the effests of horrific sights and situations that the average police officer comes across. These actions gives a real meaning to the cliche "Laughing on the outside while crying on the inside."
