I had just taken in the first show at the Academy when I decided to call in at either the fire station first and then the cop shop or vice-versa. Either way I wanted to make the calls and head for home and off to bed.
I decided the cop shop would come first as the fire station was on my way home and, although they almost stood side by side, the latter call made more sense.
Russ Hargrave was sitting behind the desk when I walked in and he greeted me with "Hi "Scoop", anything new?"
We chatted had for a little while when he suddenly asked if I would care to have a beer or two with him before calling it a night.
Answering in the affirmative we went into the Chief's office and there Russ opened a couple of pints so we sat down and continued to chat about a variety of topics.
"Gee Russ, do you always bring beer into work with you?" I asked.
"Never" was his reply. Just look in the cupboard over there and see what a cache we have."
I gave a quick look and was surprised to see a fair stock of everything from a variety of beer to wine and whiskey.
"Geez, Russ where did all that come from?" I asked.
"C'mon "Scoop", you're not stupid. How many times have you sat in Magistrate's Court when booze has been confiscated from bootleggers to guys charged with illegally having possession of alcohol in a public place."
I did admit that I had been in attendance in court on several occasions when such charges had been laid.
"Well figure it out. Doesn't the magistrate tell us to dispose of the evidence in the usual manner when the hearing is over?" he asked.
"Yeah, I've hear him say that" I replied.
"Well that's what we're doing" said Hargrave.
"Actually we're supposed to pour it down the toilet but we prefer the evidence pass through our kidneys first. Right now you are assisting me and my fellow officers in carrying out the Magistrate's orders."
I was a little later making my way to the fire hall and home than what I had planned.