All the way from inside of his police car, Thomas was able to see into the first floor of the home; the front door was tossed from its hinges and thrown onto the dying, brown lawn.
He radioed in, “Dispatch, be advised. The home appeared to be broken into. I’m gonna go check it out.”
“We will have backup on standby.”
“Roger.”
Stepping out of the car and onto the brick walkway Thomas cautiously approached the house, keeping his hand on his holstered firearm. With his heart rate slowly rising Thomas couldn’t wait to feel the thrill of looming danger.
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