The night life of graveyard shift patrol
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January 1, 1970
It was 10:30 p.m. on Friday, and two Swinomish Police units pulled into the gas station — the officers were looking for enough gas and coffee to get them through the night shift looming ahead of them.
“You see any reason to pull that van over?” Sergeant Andrew Thorne asked me as I rode along for the night, wearing a bullet-proof vest.
“Yeah — his taillight is out,” I said.
The van then pulled out of the gas station without stopping or signaling. Immediately both cop cars followed him, lights blazing. Thorne ran a plate check and let the driver off with a warning.
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