On his way to the sinclair's house, the inspector received an urgent radio dispatch. Inspector LaMars felt just awful about the entire situation. First, the Sinclair mother died, which was just tragic because of the nature of her death, then, the father killed himself. He felt he had a duty to make sure that she was OK, that she was not going to harm herself. LeMars knew of cases like this where the entire family went down in the day. He wasn't going to be responsible for this.
So there he was driving down in route 66 in his police wagon when he got the urgent dispatch call. Apparently, a killer was on the loose in the very region he was now in. This was his time to shine, to engage in real combat, to finally become the kind of man he always wanted to be. Yes, he was afraid, but as the dispatcher gave him further information, he was filled with a kind of righteous fury. By now, the origin of the call was only 5 minutes away. In his mind, inspector Le Mars went over the various scenarios. He always envisioned a man, a black man of perhaps 20 years of age, striking a suburban family's home in the middle of the night, waving guns around. Somehow, he had it all wrong. 3 minutes into it, he started to have doubts about his own mortality, but now was not the time. As long as he followed the procedures, he shouldn't get hurt.
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