Plenty of things have changed in the twenty-five years since I first walked through the doors of the police academy. I’m older, of course, and hopefully a bit wiser.
But my footspeed is, well, let’s just say it ain’t what it used to be.
Being on the downhill slope to fifty will do that to a person, as will an accumulation of injuries from sports played well past an “athlete’s” expiration. At least that’s what my orthopedic surgeon keeps telling me. Repeatedly.
But I remember when I used to be pretty fast.
When a suspect turned and bolted, a spike …
