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Pete and Beth eventually welcomed Pete, Jr. into the family. Both Pete and Marilyn finished their degrees and looked forward to ending their tour on midnights.

Ladies and gentlemen...your new Miss Illinois-Marilyn Benson!" We stood and shouted, hugged each other, whistled, clapped our hands, and just went absolutely crazy.

Marilyn got home, put her gear in the front closet, and then collapsed on the couch. What a day, she thought! It was all just now sinking in...I could be dead! Gary was not unlike some of the psychos that she had studied in behavioral psychology classes.

The arrest was all over the noon and five o'clock news. Kim's injuries weren't severe enough to warrant an overnight stay, but they kept her anyway since she had suffered a slight concussion.

I was on my way home southbound on Pulaski, just crossing over the railroad yards at 71st Street when my cell phone rang. "Hello, this is Pete.

"Pete, the Captain wants to see you in his office," said Mac. "What's up?" I asked. "I don't know, he just told me to send you in when you reported for your shift tonight. I don't have a clue."

Joe was already there when Marilyn walked into Starbucks. She spotted him sitting in the corner that looked cozy and inviting-three easy chairs and a coffee table. When Joe saw her he stood and signaled for her to join him.

Right out of the chute while driving north down St. Louis Avenue, we spotted a couple of teens on the street. It was past curfew and they both looked younger than seventeen, so we decided to pull over and try to watch them for a while to see what they were up to.

Sunday arrived sunny and warm, a perfect day for a barbeque. Work had been challenging last night. We caught one of two robbery suspects that had just held up a gas station.

Taking another gulp of vodka from the flask, she quickly put the top back on it so that she could put it back in her purse. But she wasn't quick enough-just as she was about to hide it, Patty walked in.