September 25, 2025 • 17 mins
In Police Your Planet, Bruce Gordon finds himself at a crossroads as he stares at his ONE WAY ticket, a symbol of his life choices. With a heavy heart, he tears it into thirty pieces, each representing a year of his life filled with regrets and lost opportunities. From his two years as a cop to his struggles in the boxing ring, from fleeting attempts at professional gambling to his explosive rise as a journalist uncovering the Mercury scandals, Bruces journey has been anything but ordinary. But after a shocking revelation about his big scoop, he receives one last assignment that could change everything. Join Bruce as he navigates the complexities of ambition, truth, and the price of exposure. (Summary by Christian Alexander and Excerpt of Chapter 1)
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Chapter eleven of Police Your Planet by Lester del Rey.
This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Chapter eleven.
The Sky's the Limit. All that day the three rocket
ships sat out on the field. Nobody went up to them,
(00:22):
and nobody came from them. Surprisingly, Waine had found the
courage to ignore them, but rumors were circulating wildly. Bruce
Gordon felt his nerves creeping out of his skin and
beginning to stand on end to test each breeze for danger.
With the credit they'd accumulated in the fund, nearly all
(00:44):
their collection was theirs. Gordon went out to do some shopping.
He stopped when his money was down to a hundred credits,
hardly realizing what he was doing. When he went out,
the street was going crazy. Izzie had been waiting and
filling him in. At exactly sundown, the rocket ships had
(01:06):
thrown down ramps and a stream of jeeps had ridden
down them and toward the south entrance to the dome.
They had presented some sort of paper and forced the
guard to let them through. There were about two hundred men,
some of them armed. They had driven straight to the
huge barnlike employment Bureau had chased out the few people
(01:30):
remaining there and had simply taken over. Now there was
a sign in front which simply said Marsport Legal Police
Force Headquarters. Then the jeeps had driven back to the
rockets gone on board, and the ships had taken off.
Gordon glanced at his watch, finding it hard to believe
(01:51):
it could have been done so quickly, but it was
two hours after sundown. Now a car with a loud
speaker on top rolled into view, a completely armored car.
It stopped and the speaker begin operating. Citizens of Marsport,
in order to protect your interests from the proven rapacity
(02:14):
of the administration here Earth, has revoked the independent Charter
of Marsport. The past elections are hereby declared null and void.
Your home world has appointed Marcus Gannett as mayor, with
Philip Crane as Chief of Police. Other members of the
(02:34):
council will be by appointment until legal elections can be
held safely. The municipal Police Force is disbanded and the
Legal Police Force is now being organized. All police and
officers who remain loyal to the legal government will be
accepted at the present grade or higher to those who
(02:55):
now lead the illegal municipal force and accept their duty
with the legal force. There will be no question of
past conduct, nor will they suffer financially from the change.
Banks will be reopened as rapidly as the legal government
can extend its control, and all deposits previously made will
(03:15):
be honored in full. That brought a cheer from the crowd.
As the sound truck moved on, Gordon saw two of
the police officers near by fingering their badges thoughtfully. Then
another truck rolled into view and the mayor's canned voice
came over it, panting as if he'd had to rush
to make the recording. He began directly, Martians, Earth has
(03:40):
declared war on us. She has denied us our rights
to rule ourselves, a right guaranteed in our charter. We
admit there have been abuses. All young civilizations make mistakes,
but we've developed and grown. This is an old pattern,
fellow Martians. England tried it on her colonies three hundred
(04:03):
years ago, and the people rose up and demanded their
right to rule themselves. They had trouble with their governments too,
and they had panics, but they won their freedom, and
it made them great, so great that now one nation,
not all Earth, but that single nation is trying to
do to us what she wouldn't permit to herself. Well,
(04:27):
we don't have an army, but neither do they. They
know the people of this world wouldn't stand for the
landing of foreign that's right, foreign troops. So they're trying
to steal our police force from us and use it
for their war. Fellow Martians, they aren't going to bribe
us into that. Marses had enough. I declare us to
(04:52):
be in a state of revolution, and since they have
chosen the weapons, I declare our loyal and functioning municipal
police forced to be our army. Any man who deserts
will be considered a trader, but any man who sticks
will be rewarded more than he ever expected. We're going
to protect our freedom. Let them open their banks, our
(05:16):
banks again, and when they have established your accounts, go
in and collect the money. If they give it to you,
mars is that much richer. If they don't, you'll know
they're lying. Let them bribe us if they like, We're
going to win this war. Gordon felt the crowd's reaction
(05:39):
twist again, and he had to admit that Wayne had
played his cards well. But it didn't make the question
of where he belonged or what he should do any easier.
He waited until the crowd had thinned doubt a little,
and began heading toward Quarry's, with Izzie moving along silently
beside him, carrying half the packages. He remembered the promise
(06:01):
of forgiveness for all sins on joining the new legal force,
but he'd read enough history to know that it was
fine as long as the struggle continued. Afterwards, promises grew dim.
He had no use for the present administration, but Earth
had no right to take over without a formal investigation
and a chance for the people to state their choice.
(06:26):
Then he grimaced it himself. He was in no position
to move according to right and wrong. The only question
that counted was how he had the best chance to
ride out the storm and to get back to Earth
and a normal life. He was still in a brown
study as he took the bundles from Izzie and dropped
them on his bed. Izzie went out, and Gordon stood
(06:48):
staring at the wall Trench or the new Commissioner Crane.
If Earth should win and they had most of the
power after all, and Bruce Gordon had against security the
minds of mercury were waiting. He picked up the stuff
from his bed and started to sweep it aside before
(07:09):
he lay down. Then he remembered. At last, he knocked
on the pianol until it finally opened a crack. Here,
he told her food and some other stuff. There are
some refuse bags too, yell when you want them removed.
She took the bundles woodenly until she came to a
(07:30):
plastic can. Then she gasped water. Two gallons. There are
heat tablets and a skin tub. The salesgirl had explained
how one gallon was enough in the plastic bag that
served as a tub. He had his doubts detergent the
whole works. She hauled the stuff in and started to
(07:53):
close the pianol. Then she hesitated. I suppose I should
thank you, but I don't like to be told I
stink so much you can't stand me in the next room. Hell,
I've gotten so I can't stand your grandfather, he answered,
it wasn't that. The panel slammed shut. He still hadn't
(08:15):
solved his problem. In the morning, out of habit he
put on his uniform and went across to Izzie's room,
but Izzie was already gone. Gordon fished into the pocket
of his uniform for paper and a pencil to leave
a note in case Izzie came back. His fingers found
the half notebook cover instead. He drew it out, scowling
(08:38):
at it, and started to crumple it. Then he stopped,
staring at the piece of imitation leather and paper that
wouldn't bend. His fingers were still stiff as he began
tearing off the thin covering with his knife. The paper
backing pealed away easily. Under it lay a thin metal
(08:58):
plate that glowed faintly even in the dim light of
Izzie's room. Gordon nearly dropped it. He'd seen such an
identification plate once before the printing on it leaped at him.
This will identify the bearer, Bruce Irving Gordon, as a
(09:19):
prime agent of the Office of Solar Security, empowered to
make and execute any in all directives under the powers
of this office. The printing in the capitals was obviously
done by hand, but with the same catalytic ink as
the rest of the badge. Murdoch must have prepared it,
(09:39):
hidden it in the notebook, then died before the secret
could be revealed. A knock sounded from across the hall.
Gordon thrust the damning badge as deep into his pouch
as he could cram it and looked out. It was mother, Corey.
You've got a visitor outside, he announced Trench, and I
(09:59):
don't like the stint of that kind of cop in
my place. Get him away, Cobber, get him away. Gordon
found Trench pacing up and down in front of the house,
scowling up at it, but the ex marine smiled as
he saw Bruce Gordon in uniform. Good at least some
men are loyal. Had breakfast Gordon. Gordon shook his head
(10:22):
and realized suddenly that the decision seemed to have been
taken out of his hands. They crossed the street and
went down half a block. All right, he said, when
the coffee began waking him. What's the angle? Trench dropped
the eyes that had been boring into him. I'll have
to trust you, Gordon. I've never been sure, but either
(10:45):
you're loyal now or I can't depend on anyone being loyal.
During the night, it seems the legal Force had been
recruiting Wain Arliss and the rest of the administration had
counted on self interest, holding most of the CoP's LOFs
to them. They'd been wrong. Legal forces already controlled about
(11:05):
half the city, so Gordon asked he could have told
Trench that the fund was good enough reason for most
police deserting. Trench put his coffee down and yelled for more.
It was obvious he'd spent the night without sleep, so
we're going to need men with guts. Gordon, you had
(11:26):
training under Murdoch, you knew his business, and you are
a coward as most of these fat fools are. I've
got a proposition straight from Wayne. I'm listening here. Trench
threw across a platinum badge. Take that captain at large
(11:46):
and conscript any of the municipal force you want, up
to one hundred, pick out any place you want, train
them to handle those damned legals the way Murdoch handled
the Stonewall boys. In return, the sky's the limit, name
your own salary once you've done the job, and no
(12:06):
kickbacks either. Gordon picked up the badge slowly and buckled
it on while a grim, satisfied smile spread over Trench's features.
The problem seemed to have been solved. Gordon should have
been satisfied, but he felt like Judas picking up the
thirty pieces of silver. He tried to swallow them with
(12:28):
the dregs of his coffee, and they stuck in his throat.
Comes the Revolution and we'll all eat strawberries and scream.
A hubbub sounded outside, and trench grimaced as a police
whistle sounded, and a municipal copran by. We're in enemy territory,
he said. The legals got this precinct last night. Captain
(12:50):
Hendrix and some of his men wanted to come back
with full battle equipment and chase them out. I had
a hell of a time getting them to take it easy.
I suppose that was some damned fool who tried to
go back to his beat. Then you'd better look again,
Gordon told him. He'd gone to the door and was
peering out. Up the narrow little street was rolling a
(13:12):
group of about seventy municipal police and half a dozen
small trucks. The men were wearing guns, and up the
street a man in bright green uniform was pounding his
fist up and down an emphasis as he called in
over the precinct box. The idiot Trench grabbed Gordon and
spun out, running toward the advancing men. We've got to
(13:36):
stop this. Get my car up the street. Call Arless
on the phone under the dash, or Wayne, I'll bring Hendricks.
Trench's system made some sense, and this business of marching
as to war made none at all. Gordon grabbed the
phone from under the dash. A sleepy voice answered to
(13:56):
say that Commissioner Arlas and Mayor Wayne were sleeping. They'd
had a hard night, and damn it, there's a rebellion
going on. Gordon told the man rebellion. Rebellion. He'd meant
to say revolution, but Trench was arguing frantically with the
pompous figure of Captain Hendricks. From the other end of
(14:18):
the street. A group of small cars appeared, and men
begin piling out, all in shiny green. Who's this, the
phone asked. When Gordon identified himself, there was a snort
of disgust. Yes, yes, congratulations, Trench was quite right. You're
fully authorized. Did you call me out of bed just
(14:38):
to check on that young man? No? I Then he
hung up. Hendrix had dropped to his knees and fired
before Trench could knock the gun from his hands. There
was no answering fire The Legal simply came boiling down
the street, equipped with long pikes with lead weighted ends,
(14:59):
and Hendrick's came charging up, his men straggling behind him.
Gordon was squarely in the middle. He considered staying in
Trench's car and letting it roll past him, but he'd
taken the damned badge. Hell, he said in disgust. He
climbed out just as the two groups met. It all
had a curious feeling of unreality. Then a man jumped
(15:23):
for him, swinging a pike, and the feeling was suddenly gone.
His hand snapped down sharply for a rock on the street.
The pike whistled over his head, verily missing, and he
was up, squashing the big stone into the face of
the other. He jerked the pike away, kicked the man
in the neck as he fell, and unsheathed his knife
(15:45):
with the other hand. Trench was a few feet away.
The man might be a louse, but he was also
a fighting machine of first order. Still, he'd already captured
one of the pikes. Now he grinned tightly at Gordon
and began moving toward him. Gordon nodded. In a brawl
(16:05):
such as this, two working together had a distinct advantage.
Then a yell sounded as more legals poured down the street.
One of them was obviously Izzy, wearing the same green
as the others. Gordon felt something hit his back and
instinctively fell. Soaking up the blow, he managed to bend
(16:26):
his neck and roll. Coming to his feet. His knife
slashed upwards and the legal fell almost on top of
the security badge that had dropped from Gordon's pouch. He
jerked himself down and scooped it up his eyes. Darting
for Trench, he stuffed it back, ducking a blow. Then
his glance fell on the entrance to Mother Corey's house,
(16:49):
with Sheila Cory coming out of the seal. Gordon threw
himself back. He had to get to her. He hadn't
been watching as closely as he should. He saw the
pike coming down and tried to duck. He was vaguely
conscious later of looking up to see Sheila dragging him
into some entrance while Trench ran toward them. Sheila and
(17:13):
Trench together and the security badge was still in his pouch.
End of Chapter eleven
Chapter eleven of Police Your Planet by Lester del Rey.
This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Chapter eleven.
The Sky's the Limit. All that day the three rocket
ships sat out on the field. Nobody went up to them,
(00:22):
and nobody came from them. Surprisingly, Waine had found the
courage to ignore them, but rumors were circulating wildly. Bruce
Gordon felt his nerves creeping out of his skin and
beginning to stand on end to test each breeze for danger.
With the credit they'd accumulated in the fund, nearly all
(00:44):
their collection was theirs. Gordon went out to do some shopping.
He stopped when his money was down to a hundred credits,
hardly realizing what he was doing. When he went out,
the street was going crazy. Izzie had been waiting and
filling him in. At exactly sundown, the rocket ships had
(01:06):
thrown down ramps and a stream of jeeps had ridden
down them and toward the south entrance to the dome.
They had presented some sort of paper and forced the
guard to let them through. There were about two hundred men,
some of them armed. They had driven straight to the
huge barnlike employment Bureau had chased out the few people
(01:30):
remaining there and had simply taken over. Now there was
a sign in front which simply said Marsport Legal Police
Force Headquarters. Then the jeeps had driven back to the
rockets gone on board, and the ships had taken off.
Gordon glanced at his watch, finding it hard to believe
(01:51):
it could have been done so quickly, but it was
two hours after sundown. Now a car with a loud
speaker on top rolled into view, a completely armored car.
It stopped and the speaker begin operating. Citizens of Marsport,
in order to protect your interests from the proven rapacity
(02:14):
of the administration here Earth, has revoked the independent Charter
of Marsport. The past elections are hereby declared null and void.
Your home world has appointed Marcus Gannett as mayor, with
Philip Crane as Chief of Police. Other members of the
(02:34):
council will be by appointment until legal elections can be
held safely. The municipal Police Force is disbanded and the
Legal Police Force is now being organized. All police and
officers who remain loyal to the legal government will be
accepted at the present grade or higher to those who
(02:55):
now lead the illegal municipal force and accept their duty
with the legal force. There will be no question of
past conduct, nor will they suffer financially from the change.
Banks will be reopened as rapidly as the legal government
can extend its control, and all deposits previously made will
(03:15):
be honored in full. That brought a cheer from the crowd.
As the sound truck moved on, Gordon saw two of
the police officers near by fingering their badges thoughtfully. Then
another truck rolled into view and the mayor's canned voice
came over it, panting as if he'd had to rush
to make the recording. He began directly, Martians, Earth has
(03:40):
declared war on us. She has denied us our rights
to rule ourselves, a right guaranteed in our charter. We
admit there have been abuses. All young civilizations make mistakes,
but we've developed and grown. This is an old pattern,
fellow Martians. England tried it on her colonies three hundred
(04:03):
years ago, and the people rose up and demanded their
right to rule themselves. They had trouble with their governments too,
and they had panics, but they won their freedom, and
it made them great, so great that now one nation,
not all Earth, but that single nation is trying to
do to us what she wouldn't permit to herself. Well,
(04:27):
we don't have an army, but neither do they. They
know the people of this world wouldn't stand for the
landing of foreign that's right, foreign troops. So they're trying
to steal our police force from us and use it
for their war. Fellow Martians, they aren't going to bribe
us into that. Marses had enough. I declare us to
(04:52):
be in a state of revolution, and since they have
chosen the weapons, I declare our loyal and functioning municipal
police forced to be our army. Any man who deserts
will be considered a trader, but any man who sticks
will be rewarded more than he ever expected. We're going
to protect our freedom. Let them open their banks, our
(05:16):
banks again, and when they have established your accounts, go
in and collect the money. If they give it to you,
mars is that much richer. If they don't, you'll know
they're lying. Let them bribe us if they like, We're
going to win this war. Gordon felt the crowd's reaction
(05:39):
twist again, and he had to admit that Wayne had
played his cards well. But it didn't make the question
of where he belonged or what he should do any easier.
He waited until the crowd had thinned doubt a little,
and began heading toward Quarry's, with Izzie moving along silently
beside him, carrying half the packages. He remembered the promise
(06:01):
of forgiveness for all sins on joining the new legal force,
but he'd read enough history to know that it was
fine as long as the struggle continued. Afterwards, promises grew dim.
He had no use for the present administration, but Earth
had no right to take over without a formal investigation
and a chance for the people to state their choice.
(06:26):
Then he grimaced it himself. He was in no position
to move according to right and wrong. The only question
that counted was how he had the best chance to
ride out the storm and to get back to Earth
and a normal life. He was still in a brown
study as he took the bundles from Izzie and dropped
them on his bed. Izzie went out, and Gordon stood
(06:48):
staring at the wall Trench or the new Commissioner Crane.
If Earth should win and they had most of the
power after all, and Bruce Gordon had against security the
minds of mercury were waiting. He picked up the stuff
from his bed and started to sweep it aside before
(07:09):
he lay down. Then he remembered. At last, he knocked
on the pianol until it finally opened a crack. Here,
he told her food and some other stuff. There are
some refuse bags too, yell when you want them removed.
She took the bundles woodenly until she came to a
(07:30):
plastic can. Then she gasped water. Two gallons. There are
heat tablets and a skin tub. The salesgirl had explained
how one gallon was enough in the plastic bag that
served as a tub. He had his doubts detergent the
whole works. She hauled the stuff in and started to
(07:53):
close the pianol. Then she hesitated. I suppose I should
thank you, but I don't like to be told I
stink so much you can't stand me in the next room. Hell,
I've gotten so I can't stand your grandfather, he answered,
it wasn't that. The panel slammed shut. He still hadn't
(08:15):
solved his problem. In the morning, out of habit he
put on his uniform and went across to Izzie's room,
but Izzie was already gone. Gordon fished into the pocket
of his uniform for paper and a pencil to leave
a note in case Izzie came back. His fingers found
the half notebook cover instead. He drew it out, scowling
(08:38):
at it, and started to crumple it. Then he stopped,
staring at the piece of imitation leather and paper that
wouldn't bend. His fingers were still stiff as he began
tearing off the thin covering with his knife. The paper
backing pealed away easily. Under it lay a thin metal
(08:58):
plate that glowed faintly even in the dim light of
Izzie's room. Gordon nearly dropped it. He'd seen such an
identification plate once before the printing on it leaped at him.
This will identify the bearer, Bruce Irving Gordon, as a
(09:19):
prime agent of the Office of Solar Security, empowered to
make and execute any in all directives under the powers
of this office. The printing in the capitals was obviously
done by hand, but with the same catalytic ink as
the rest of the badge. Murdoch must have prepared it,
(09:39):
hidden it in the notebook, then died before the secret
could be revealed. A knock sounded from across the hall.
Gordon thrust the damning badge as deep into his pouch
as he could cram it and looked out. It was mother, Corey.
You've got a visitor outside, he announced Trench, and I
(09:59):
don't like the stint of that kind of cop in
my place. Get him away, Cobber, get him away. Gordon
found Trench pacing up and down in front of the house,
scowling up at it, but the ex marine smiled as
he saw Bruce Gordon in uniform. Good at least some
men are loyal. Had breakfast Gordon. Gordon shook his head
(10:22):
and realized suddenly that the decision seemed to have been
taken out of his hands. They crossed the street and
went down half a block. All right, he said, when
the coffee began waking him. What's the angle? Trench dropped
the eyes that had been boring into him. I'll have
to trust you, Gordon. I've never been sure, but either
(10:45):
you're loyal now or I can't depend on anyone being loyal.
During the night, it seems the legal Force had been
recruiting Wain Arliss and the rest of the administration had
counted on self interest, holding most of the CoP's LOFs
to them. They'd been wrong. Legal forces already controlled about
(11:05):
half the city, so Gordon asked he could have told
Trench that the fund was good enough reason for most
police deserting. Trench put his coffee down and yelled for more.
It was obvious he'd spent the night without sleep, so
we're going to need men with guts. Gordon, you had
(11:26):
training under Murdoch, you knew his business, and you are
a coward as most of these fat fools are. I've
got a proposition straight from Wayne. I'm listening here. Trench
threw across a platinum badge. Take that captain at large
(11:46):
and conscript any of the municipal force you want, up
to one hundred, pick out any place you want, train
them to handle those damned legals the way Murdoch handled
the Stonewall boys. In return, the sky's the limit, name
your own salary once you've done the job, and no
(12:06):
kickbacks either. Gordon picked up the badge slowly and buckled
it on while a grim, satisfied smile spread over Trench's features.
The problem seemed to have been solved. Gordon should have
been satisfied, but he felt like Judas picking up the
thirty pieces of silver. He tried to swallow them with
(12:28):
the dregs of his coffee, and they stuck in his throat.
Comes the Revolution and we'll all eat strawberries and scream.
A hubbub sounded outside, and trench grimaced as a police
whistle sounded, and a municipal copran by. We're in enemy territory,
he said. The legals got this precinct last night. Captain
(12:50):
Hendrix and some of his men wanted to come back
with full battle equipment and chase them out. I had
a hell of a time getting them to take it easy.
I suppose that was some damned fool who tried to
go back to his beat. Then you'd better look again,
Gordon told him. He'd gone to the door and was
peering out. Up the narrow little street was rolling a
(13:12):
group of about seventy municipal police and half a dozen
small trucks. The men were wearing guns, and up the
street a man in bright green uniform was pounding his
fist up and down an emphasis as he called in
over the precinct box. The idiot Trench grabbed Gordon and
spun out, running toward the advancing men. We've got to
(13:36):
stop this. Get my car up the street. Call Arless
on the phone under the dash, or Wayne, I'll bring Hendricks.
Trench's system made some sense, and this business of marching
as to war made none at all. Gordon grabbed the
phone from under the dash. A sleepy voice answered to
(13:56):
say that Commissioner Arlas and Mayor Wayne were sleeping. They'd
had a hard night, and damn it, there's a rebellion
going on. Gordon told the man rebellion. Rebellion. He'd meant
to say revolution, but Trench was arguing frantically with the
pompous figure of Captain Hendricks. From the other end of
(14:18):
the street. A group of small cars appeared, and men
begin piling out, all in shiny green. Who's this, the
phone asked. When Gordon identified himself, there was a snort
of disgust. Yes, yes, congratulations, Trench was quite right. You're
fully authorized. Did you call me out of bed just
(14:38):
to check on that young man? No? I Then he
hung up. Hendrix had dropped to his knees and fired
before Trench could knock the gun from his hands. There
was no answering fire The Legal simply came boiling down
the street, equipped with long pikes with lead weighted ends,
(14:59):
and Hendrick's came charging up, his men straggling behind him.
Gordon was squarely in the middle. He considered staying in
Trench's car and letting it roll past him, but he'd
taken the damned badge. Hell, he said in disgust. He
climbed out just as the two groups met. It all
had a curious feeling of unreality. Then a man jumped
(15:23):
for him, swinging a pike, and the feeling was suddenly gone.
His hand snapped down sharply for a rock on the street.
The pike whistled over his head, verily missing, and he
was up, squashing the big stone into the face of
the other. He jerked the pike away, kicked the man
in the neck as he fell, and unsheathed his knife
(15:45):
with the other hand. Trench was a few feet away.
The man might be a louse, but he was also
a fighting machine of first order. Still, he'd already captured
one of the pikes. Now he grinned tightly at Gordon
and began moving toward him. Gordon nodded. In a brawl
(16:05):
such as this, two working together had a distinct advantage.
Then a yell sounded as more legals poured down the street.
One of them was obviously Izzy, wearing the same green
as the others. Gordon felt something hit his back and
instinctively fell. Soaking up the blow, he managed to bend
(16:26):
his neck and roll. Coming to his feet. His knife
slashed upwards and the legal fell almost on top of
the security badge that had dropped from Gordon's pouch. He
jerked himself down and scooped it up his eyes. Darting
for Trench, he stuffed it back, ducking a blow. Then
his glance fell on the entrance to Mother Corey's house,
(16:49):
with Sheila Cory coming out of the seal. Gordon threw
himself back. He had to get to her. He hadn't
been watching as closely as he should. He saw the
pike coming down and tried to duck. He was vaguely
conscious later of looking up to see Sheila dragging him
into some entrance while Trench ran toward them. Sheila and
(17:13):
Trench together and the security badge was still in his pouch.
End of Chapter eleven
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CrimeLess: Hillbilly Heist
It’s 1996 in rural North Carolina, and an oddball crew makes history when they pull off America’s third largest cash heist. But it’s all downhill from there. Join host Johnny Knoxville as he unspools a wild and woolly tale about a group of regular ‘ol folks who risked it all for a chance at a better life. CrimeLess: Hillbilly Heist answers the question: what would you do with 17.3 million dollars? The answer includes diamond rings, mansions, velvet Elvis paintings, plus a run for the border, murder-for-hire-plots, and FBI busts.