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The Big Telephone (A Dragnet Fan Fiction Story) -- Chapter Two

  The Big Telephone (A  Dragnet  Fan Fiction Story) By: Kristi N. Zanker Disclaimer:  All publicly recognized characters, settings, etc. are the property of Mark VII Limited and Universal. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. I, in no way am associated with the owners, creators, or producers of  Dragnet . No copyright infringement is intended. WARNING:  This chapter contains some strong language, sexual situations, and adult themes. Chapter Two Joe was emotionally, mentally, and physically drained. From his mother's death to the 'Jane Doe' case, and tonight at Gracie's—he wasn't sure he could take any more. He kept tossing and turning. Sleep was the furthest thing from his mind now. But he was over tired and had to get up in six hours. He had gotten home from Gracie's around one-thirty this morning. The night's events kept swirling around in his mind. Part of him felt like he was a teenager again and the other was a bundle of nerv

The Big Telephone (A Dragnet Fan Fiction Story) -- Chapter One

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                                                                        The Big Telephone (A  Dragnet  Fan Fiction Story) By: Kristi N. Zanker Disclaimer:  All publicly recognized characters, settings, etc. are the property of Mark VII Limited and Universal. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. I, in no way am associated with the owners, creators, or producers of  Dragnet . No copyright infringement is intended. WARNING :  This chapter contains some strong language, and adult themes. Chapter One While driving home from the Los Angeles International Airport, Sergeant Joe Friday decided to drive down Collis Avenue. As he neared house number 4656—a small yellow early American ranch with white shutters—a thousand memories came flooding back. He had grown up in that house and helped his mother take care of it until 1952. He could visualize the inside, where the large console radio sat in the living room, the icebox and later refrigerator in the kitchen, the phone

What's True? (Author's Note About The Big Witness)

What's True? Author's Note About  The Big Witness The idea for The Big Witness surfaced a few years back while browsing through online newspaper archives from the 1940s.  A story fascinated me about several murders that occurred throughout the decade, committed by the same person.  Off and on, I had been reading an excellent and informative book entitled  Soldier from the War Returning: The Greatest Generation's Troubled Homec oming from World War II  by Thomas Childers.    I had been listening to radio Dragnet  as well and mentally noting some of the background information for Sgt. Joe Friday.  In one early episode, he mentions meeting someone he knew while overseas in the Army. This person was now a suspect in their current case.   I recall reading in Dan Moyer's wonderful biography  Just the Facts, Ma'am  about how Jack Webb could have avoided military service altogether during the war due to being classified as 3-A.  Of course he did no such thing and joined the

The Big Witness (A Dragnet Fan Fiction Story) -- Chapter Twelve

  The Big Witness (A Dragnet Fan Fiction Story) By:   Kristi N. Zanker Disclaimer:  All publicly recognized characters, settings, etc. are the property of Mark VII Limited and Universal. The original characters and plot are the propert y of the author. I, in no way am associated with the owners, creators, or producers of  Dragnet . No copyright infringement is intended. Warning:  This chapter contains strong language, violence, and brief sexual situations. Chapter Twelve On January 3, 1949, Betram Flowers’ trial began.   His daughter Evie and former girlfriend Gladys Avery were present.   Both gave their statements, as did Joe and Ben.   The four of them met outside in the hallway once the crowd funneled out of the courtroom.   Joe and Ben threaded through the gaggling crowd.   The conviction was given.   Evie, with her dark blonde hair fastened at the nape of her neck with a tortoise-shell hair clasp, sported a Navy blue dress with white polka-dots.   Joe watched as the two wom