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At vrbo, we understand that even the best of plans sometimes need a little support. So we plan for the plot twists. Every booking is automatically backed by our VRBO Care guarantee, giving you confidence from the very start. Whenever you need help, it's ready before your stay, through the moments in between and after your trip. Because a great trip starts with peace of mind and maybe a good playlist. But we've got the peace of mind part covered. 21st Precinct. Sergeant Tierney? Yeah. All right, get out your book and take down this alarm. 14 year old boy missing from home. His name is Eddie Campton. Yeah. Yeah, that's right. Five feet four inches. You are in the muster room at the 21st Precinct. The nerve center. A call is coming through. You will follow the action taken pursuant to that call from this minute until the final report is written in the 124 room at the 21st Precinct. All right, Just keep your eyes open for him. Yeah, that's right. Missing from home. Okay. All right. 21st Precinct. Just lines on a map of the city of New York. Most of the 173,000 people wedged into the 9/10 of a square mile between Fifth Avenue and the east river wouldn't know if you asked them that they lived or worked in the 21st. Whether they know it or not, the security of their homes, their persons and their property is the job of the men of the 21st Precinct. The 21st. 160 patrolmen, 11 sergeants and four lieutenants, of whom I'm the boss. My name is Kennelly, Frank Kennelly. I'm captain in command of the 21st. I was working my night tour, 4pm to 8am when I came into the station house. At 3:35pm I went around the desk to sign the blotter. Lt. Gorman, who would be desk officer during the forthcoming tour, was already there and getting a summary of patrol conditions in the precinct from Lieutenant Snyder, who was working the 8 to 4. I walked into my office where I found a message to call the district surgeon of the department. As the call was being put through, I glanced at a few reports and communications which seemed important to the 124 man who left them in a prominent place on my desk. When I spoke to the doctor on the phone, he told me that the neurological tests and X rays that had been made of me after an accident between an RMP car in which I was riding and another automobile were all negative. There was no sign of a head injury. I thanked the doctor for the good news and went out into the Muster room and around behind the desk for the turnout of the platoon. The 58 men who would patrol the precinct for the next eight hours had marched out of the back room in a military manner and lined up in front of the desk where the roll call was just ending. Back up. Underwood. Yes. The Caro, Valentine, White, Wyatt, Ziggler. All right, Captain. Just one thing, men. We've had several complaints about automobiles illegally parked in bus stops and too near fire hydrants. I want you to pay particular attention to this condition. When I'm out on patrol later, if I see an automobile parked in that manner illegally, I also expect to see a summons hanging from it. All right, Sergeant, boost your platoon. Platoon, 10 shots. Right. Safe. Forward arch. Okay, Ren. Just a second, Captain. Yes, Ren? Cap, Lt. Snyder told me they're down to two pickets over there in that leather goods factory strike. Oh, things are pretty quiet after 6 o'. Clock. I'd like to pull the man we've got over there on a fixer off. I've got use from elsewhere. Okay, Red, if things are quiet all right. Yeah, hold on. Lieutenant Gloomy. Yes, Sergeant? I've got a detective of the narcotics squad on here. He just wanted to let you know they bagged three pushers in this precinct. They're on their way in with them to be booked. Okay. Anything else, friend? Nothing certain, Captain.
