My First Arrest
I’m here sitting in our office talking with my partner and I started thinking about my very first arrest as a bounty hunter. Actually my first arrest ever. I remember it like it was yesterday. You know, like the first time you had sex or the first time you robbed a liquor store. A memorable day it was. It was in San Francisco, she was about the same age as me but quit a bit larger. No, not my sex partner, my first arrestee. Anyway, I was there with a more senior investigator and he was going to “show me the ropes”, you know, “teach me how it’s done”. I remember it being very hot, standing in front of San Francisco Hall of Justice on Bryant Street. We were waiting for this girl to show up across the street, next door to a public parking lot. I was anxious and a lot of thoughts were bouncing around in my head. Thoughts like, “Am I going to get hurt?” and “What happens if we get into a fight?”. For some strange reason I was wearing a sweat shirt and my body armor (bullet proof vest). I was really hot and the sun was beating down on my bald head. It was starting to hurt and I was sweating profusely.
