The Curse of Sachse
The Call
"Euless...210" rang out the radio. I was a rookie officer riding with my field training officer during the 3rd week of training. Jay, my FTO, glanced over at me and said, "If you make dispatch call us again, you're buying lunch." I quickly picked up the hint and the microphone and responded, "210, go ahead". "Euless...210, copy possible signal 18 at the residence of Dr. Zeus Sachse. Complainant will meet you at the intersection of North Main and W. Ash." I acknowledged the call with a 10-4 and began looking up what a signal 18 was.