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Officer Annette Benson
Officer Annette Benson The college kids become frisky with the first warm days of spring. Thus I have my radar unit tuned and engaged, waiting for the next lead footed driver to exit the campus. I hear Max in the back seat whine with the boredom. The dauntless German Shepherd prefers tracking burglars and drug dealers to the unending drudgery of awaiting speeders. But as I turn to the console, my radar unit beeps and I look up to see an old wreck accelerating onto the main road, almost exceeding the speed limit in making the turn from the College entrance. The young driver is in a fog, not noticing my patrol car in the rear view mirror. So I patiently let the radar register the increasing speed, flip on my lights and pursue. Got one for you, Max. With the prevalence of drugs in a co
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