Fortier - Curbchek-The Box Set 1-3

Curbchek chronicles the experiences of a Police Officer as he transitions from a new boot with challenging life experiences to a salty veteran who has been baptized into the dark side of reality by countless hours on the street. Follow along as the writer lives the terror and small triumphs that every cop has to face, not only through the course of a career, but also through each and every shift. We could all relate to each scene, contact, and scenario that he faced in the book. If you are reading this as a Police Officer, you will find your head nodding along in agreement with the thoughts and place yourself in each situation, as you have been there yourself.
~ Justin, Website Administrator of www.officerresource.com & Police Officer
A gritty, fascinating read, and I recommend it to anyone.~ http://kates-reads.blogspot.com

Exciting, scary, sad, and sometimes darn right funny.~ http://www.allbooksreviewint.com

From the minute I picked up Curbchek, I couldn't put it down.
~ Melissa Clemons
Truly loved this book very much. Well done!
~ Janine (goodreads.com)

It's a breath of fresh aira whole new perspective.~ Dan Welch

I've told EVERYONE I know to buy it! I was getting a little lazy. Your book reminded me that people see the uniform, not the patch on the shoulder. You reminded me to be careful; thanks for that. I'll be first in line to buy your next book.
~ D. Garcia

Your book was awesome. The way it was written was real. You told it how it was, and it should make people realize what cops have to go through.
~ Ryan Waters

At times laughing out loud, other times holding back my tears.
~ Lisa Meiners (goodreads.com)

This book is amazing; I mean really amazing.
~ Aimeekay (goodreads.com)

Curbchek is a realistic, no bullshit portrayal. A fast and entertaining read; not for the faint of heart.
~ National Police Wives Association/facebook

I highly recommend this book.
~ Law Enforcement WTF Moments/facebook

Honestly, I stayed up until 1 a.m. reading. I don't do that. I am really enjoying this book.
~ Linda Love

The characters are great; the writing is gritty, realistic, and readable. A well-written book with brutal scenes.~ http://www.bookstackreviews.com

CURBCHEK THE BOX SET
2012 ZACH FORTIER
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or used in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping, or information and retrieval systems without written permission of the author.
This book is based on true events, however, it has been fictionalized, and all persons appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental..
This book contains an excerpt from the forthcoming Street Creds. By Zach Fortier. This excerpt has been set in this edition only and may not reflect the final content of the forthcoming edition.
Published by CreateSpace
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The reality is that any good street cop, the guy you praise and pin medals on, is damaged - really damaged. The shit you see, its battlefield intensity, urban warfare. Make no mistake about it: every cop who works the street - really works the street - knows this fact. Once you cross over into this twisted way of being, social niceties and folkways seem really stupid and pointless; it feels as if the faade the rest of the world lives with and accepts is shattered forever. You realize that the difference between the feeling of safety most people have in their day-to-day lives and the reality of the real world is only one thing: perception. Your perception has changed permanently, and in any scenario violence and the breakdown of the faade are moments away. The reality is that the faade is incredibly thin, but we choose to live in it.

Curbchek:
Placing an unconscious or immobile individuals head against a curb with their mouth open, then stomping on or kicking them in the head.
When a driver inadvertently hits or runs into a curb.

Is There a Problem, Officer?
The population is up to three-quarter million, but its still a place where its fairly easy to spot something out of place. I was the south car that night, having returned to my old hometown - where I never intended to return.
I wonder how the taxpayers might feel if they knew that only three cars patrolled the entire unincorporated area of the county, all that space between the city and towns, the wide open patches between the islands of civilization. Thats three cars and a sergeant, and maybe a K-9 unit - if were lucky.
I was conducting extra patrols that homeowners or businesses had requested. Most guys pencil-whipped this shit, but I was a little more obsessive about it. Seemed like we should check them; if there ever were a problem, I wouldve regretted not checking.
I checked this shopping unit complex every day I worked the south side. It was a photo supply business near the mouth of the canyon, and it was reporting break-ins. Nothing had ever been there before but then one night I found a truck parked back behind the complex.

It was hidden, so the driver had to be trying to shield it from anyones view on the street. Tucked back-in behind the building and in some trees, it gave me the creeps.
I backed out and re-approached, checking the area for snipers; there were none, of course (Id just come from a military background, and that was still fresh in my mind). I ran the license plates and checked them against the VIN; it all matched. I ran the car through NCIC, and it wasnt stolen. I checked the entire complex, and none of the businesses had been broken into. This was weird shit. The vehicle was parked that way for a reason; I just couldnt figure out why. I had dispatch print the plate and cross-reference the registered owner with warrants, NCIC, and drivers license; nothing came up. I asked them to print it all out. I kept records of my own at the time to learn from, go back over, and see what Id missed.
This was the part of police work that Id always love: the small window of independence. The military was good for training in tactics, firearms, marksmanship, and the extreme fitness that I still maintain today; however, there was no room for independent thinking or questioning anything. You did what you were told - always. You were never in charge; instead, you always waited for some rear echelon motherfucker - we called them REMFs - to make a decision.

Move before you were told, and you paid dearly. Rank structure was severely ingrained in me. Anyone who outranked you was in charge which was just the opposite of real police work; on the street, the call was yours and yours alone. At first, that was hard for me to get used to. A sergeant would show up, and the military training would kick in and Id subordinate immediately. Once I realized I could take the call and run with it, that it wasnt a test to see if I were insubordinate