cops in bc

[festival of snickers]

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Up to that point, he seemed to have taken the whole thing in stride, laughing as his buddies stood outside the car poking fun at him. Few could believe that he was really being busted for holding an open beer and giving the police a friend's name -- like that hadn't been done a zillion times by smartass kids his age.

At 9:30 p.m., Ian was taken away, and an auxiliary officer told J.R. that his buddy would probably be released after the game. So an hour later, when the Luckies had defeated the Kitimat Ice Demons 3-2, J.R. and a couple of friends walked the half-block to the detachment. They saw an ambulance parked outside. They noticed police officers who were not local. Still, they didn't think much of it when they were told to come back later.

But when they came back the second time, they again were told to leave -- and not to come back that night. Something wasn't right.

J.R. went to a party at the curling rink, and then to Idywild, one of Houston's two bars. He and a girl he knew decided to go joy riding in his pickup in a meadow outside town. They got stuck and were forced to spend the night in a snowmobile shack.

The next morning, they walked 10 kilometres before they could get cellphone reception, and the girl could call her boyfriend to come and pull them out.

"Al wants to talk to you," she said, handing over the phone.

eah, I bet he does, J.R. thought. I just spent the night out in the woods with his girlfriend.

But the friend said: "There's a rumour going around that Ian's dead."

"That's impossible," J.R. told him. "He was at the cop shop."

"J.R., that's the rumour."

yeah only the goddamn cops should have guns so they can shoot us!!