A Little Marijuana
I was on "routine" patrol the other night sitting at a stop light. I wasn't really paying attention to the cross traffic but I noticed their light had turned yellow. Just as their light turned red a car went flying through the intersection. The speed limit on the road the car was on is 40, and it did not appear the car was going anywhere near 40.
My light had turned green by now and I took off after the car. The car quickly made a left turn onto a side street. I did not know if he was turning to get away from me or if that was the way he was going. I made the turn myself and found that the anti-lock brakes were working and activated my overhead lights. The car made a quick right turn. I could tell the car was being driven by a male, and it appeared he might be thinking about running, but then he pulled over in front of a house.
I exited my car and made contact with the driver. He was breathing heavily and said he had asthma and was trying to get home and get an inhaler. He had stopped in front of his house. The driver told me that there was an inhaler in the house and that his dad would know where it was.
I knocked on the door and dad answered. Dad couldn't find an inhaler. While I was talking with dad I saw that the driver was reaching behind the passenger seat like he was trying to hide or retrieve something.
I went back to talk to the driver and he was breathing better. I had him get out of the car and began to pat him down for my safety because of his reaching behind the seat. While I was patting him down I asked him if there was anything in the car I needed to know about. He didn't answer.
Once I was finished patting him down I asked him for consent to search the car. He told me I could and that there was marijuana in the car.
By this time another officer had arrived. The officer looked in the car and found a shoebox in the back floorboard behind the passenger seat. Right where the driver had been reaching. Inside the shoebox was the marijuana and several pipes to smoke it with.
I called paramedics to come look at the driver because of his asthma. They said he was fine. The driver didn't want to go to the hospital so I took him to jail. On the way to jail he told me he was going about 70 when he passed me.
My light had turned green by now and I took off after the car. The car quickly made a left turn onto a side street. I did not know if he was turning to get away from me or if that was the way he was going. I made the turn myself and found that the anti-lock brakes were working and activated my overhead lights. The car made a quick right turn. I could tell the car was being driven by a male, and it appeared he might be thinking about running, but then he pulled over in front of a house.
I exited my car and made contact with the driver. He was breathing heavily and said he had asthma and was trying to get home and get an inhaler. He had stopped in front of his house. The driver told me that there was an inhaler in the house and that his dad would know where it was.
I knocked on the door and dad answered. Dad couldn't find an inhaler. While I was talking with dad I saw that the driver was reaching behind the passenger seat like he was trying to hide or retrieve something.
I went back to talk to the driver and he was breathing better. I had him get out of the car and began to pat him down for my safety because of his reaching behind the seat. While I was patting him down I asked him if there was anything in the car I needed to know about. He didn't answer.
Once I was finished patting him down I asked him for consent to search the car. He told me I could and that there was marijuana in the car.
By this time another officer had arrived. The officer looked in the car and found a shoebox in the back floorboard behind the passenger seat. Right where the driver had been reaching. Inside the shoebox was the marijuana and several pipes to smoke it with.
I called paramedics to come look at the driver because of his asthma. They said he was fine. The driver didn't want to go to the hospital so I took him to jail. On the way to jail he told me he was going about 70 when he passed me.
posted by TexasCop at 03:53
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