Must have been the late 90's. We were sitting in our Whaler on the Trellis Bay Market dock, ready to head home. A large black SUV pulls up and a big guy comes running out, asking if we were going to the Last Resort. We said we were not, but he didn't accept that! He was the sargeant, and they had a suspect who worked at the LR and was accused of thieving.
The sargeant, a Jamaican, couldn't swim and didn't want to get in our boat. The suspect also refused. In the end a constable got told he had to go, and we were told we had to take him! Ratman sat in our boat in the sweltering sun, and I went in with the constable to take a statement. Makes me smile just remembering the whole absurd incident. We took the constable back to Trellis Bay and headed home.
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