The Hiring Process: My Experience with LASD
As a teenager, I was no fan of the cops. That was nothing unusual for a hot-rodder who liked to street race and cruise and maybe partake in adult libations at times.
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As a teenager, I was no fan of the cops. That was nothing unusual for a hot-rodder who liked to street race and cruise and maybe partake in adult libations at times.
A robust Hispanic man stood unapologetically shirtless beneath the morning sun in East Los Angeles. My partner and I suffered in dress shirts and ties while we questioned him about a Mustang, a set of wheels, and a relative of his who we believed to be a suspect in our murder investigation. It was August…