LAW & ORDER – NO WAY to TREAT A LADY – PART VI Michael’s series LAW & ORDER is a close up view of his, real-life daily work in law enforcement. Each episode a look inside his cases, where the investigations lead, revealing more twists and turns along the way. This is the conclusion of Michael’s six-part, crime series, LAW & ORDER – NO WAY to TREAT A LADY. Here is the link to the first five segments of the story, experiencesewing/Law%20%26%20Order%20-%20No%20Way%20to%20Treat%20a%20Lady.htm LAW & ORDER – NO WAY to TREAT A LADY – PART VI “It’s empty!” Mr. Palmer yelped. “All my clothes, all my shoes… they’re gone!” Michael peered into the large walk-in closet. The left side was completely bare, floor to ceiling. Meanwhile the right side and rear were jammed with woman’s wear. Mr. Palmer spun on his heels and rushed towards a large dresser. He yanked open the top drawer. He sagged. “My underwear is gone too!” Suddenly, Mr. Palmer bolted towards the opposite wall. He grabbed the painting that hung there and flung it to the floor revealing a wall safe. He feverishly dialed the combination. Michael looked on with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. He was beginning to have a sense of where this was going. A moment later, Mr. Palmer pulled the safe door open. Simultaneously, he gasped, stepped backwards and sank to the bed burying his head into his folded arms. Michael peered over his shoulder. The safe was completely empty. “Hey Mike,” A voice called out from another room in the home. It was one of the detectives responding to the scene to process evidence. “In here.” Michael replied. The detective arrived at the bedroom door and leaned on the jam. He had several receipts and other paperwork in his hand. “Here’s that business card you were looking for, your suspect’s attorney.” The detective raised his hand. “It was on the kitchen counter on top of these.” “What are those?” “A bunch of Goodwill donation receipts…Funny, they’re all dated from yesterday…That Mrs. Palmer must have donated truckloads.” Mr. Palmer groaned and slowly raised his head. “She found out.” “Found out about what?” Michael said although he sensed what was coming. “You know.” “Booze, gambling or woman?” Michael mused. “It’s always one of the three…perhaps a combination.” Mr. Palmer raised his head. His face was flushed with guilt. However, it lasted only a moment. A lawyerly façade instantly replaced the former. “I do not wish to press charges…” One Month Later… Mrs. Palmer had fired a total of 25 rounds, three in the bedroom, two into the hallway floor, 15 into the barn and five loads of buckshot into Mr. Palmer’s Corvette. Originally held on $100,000 bail, her attorney posted a bond a few hours after her preliminary appearance and she walked out of the jail minutes later. It was obvious Mr. Palmer had been cheating on Mrs. Palmer for a long time. However, in spite of Michael’s sympathy for Mrs. Palmer, she had in fact tried to shoot him. Michael had been asked to come by the Prosecuting Attorney’s Office. The Prosecutor handling the case nervously ushered him into his office. “There have been complications,” He said as Michael took his seat. Michael was clueless. “About what?” “The Palmer case.” Michael shrugged. “So...?” The PA sat down, folded his hands. “I just met with her attorney… the case is going nowhere.” Again, Michael shrugged. “Look, I just hook ‘em and book ‘em. Whatever happens afterwards…that’s your job.” The PA relaxed. “So you don’t have a problem with us flushing the whole case?” Michael shrugged yet again. “No…Not at all…But why?” The PA smirked and passed an old photo across his desk towards Michael. He glanced down. There was Mrs. Palmer, in her early twenties, holding a competition target pistol. Behind her was a flag, the familiar five interlocking rings of the Olympics. “What’s this?” “Turns out Mrs. Palmer, an expert shot and in her younger days competed at the Olympic level! Her defense for this entire incident I can sum up in her own words…’If I wanted to hit the bastard, I would of!’” “And Mr. Palmer?” “Still refusing to cooperate…He knows he is going to take it in the shorts in the divorce. He just wants back whatever was in the safe.” Michael chuckled…Justice served. He rose from his seat. As he exited the office and headed toward his patrol car, his thoughts drifted to Mr. Palmer. He stopped and grinned again…That was no way to treat a Lady!
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