Calgary Police Constable Brad Coulter is happy as a street cop, until armed bank robbers wound him and kill his partner. He has a choice: give up and get out, or help bring the Calgary Police Service out of its 1960’s philosophy and fight back against the escalation of violent crime in the booming city. Decision made, he wants only one thing, to improve out-of-date police tactics and keep other officers safe.
It’s 1976 and the police old boys’ network doesn’t share his vision. Coulter again encounters the well-armed team who killed his partner. Narrowly escaping with his life but losing the suspect, Coulter is invited into the city’s newly formed Tactical Support Unit. Their new tactics are tested in a confrontation with a barricaded gunman, an event that changed law enforcement in Calgary forever. Reeling and disoriented from that encounter, they are thrust into a final confrontation giving Brad a way to avenge Curtis’ death—but at a price?
“A non-stop, action-packed, cop thriller with Canadian flair.”
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The bodies of Randy and Denise are found in the room with their crying baby; no one would have predicted the violence that followed. Rival outlaw motorcycle clubs are vying for control of the drug and prostitution trade in 1978 Calgary. They will stop at nothing to come out on top.
Detective Marc Parson, the Calgary Police Service one-man gang unit isn’t going to be able to stop them on his own. Enlisting the help of Sergeant Brad Coulter, team leader of the Tactical Support Unit, they work under the radar gathering information on the outlaw clubs, unaware that the clubs are gathering information on them. As the war escalates, bikers, civilians, politicians and cops fall victim to the bloody war. It becomes clear that the cops can’t protect themselves, let alone the public. The control of a city is at stake. Whoever is willing to sacrifice the most will win.
It involved a woman. Cliché, I know, but it was about a woman. Not just any woman mind you, but the lovely Missy Garver. Long, golden red hair that shimmered with the touch of summer sun. Curves in all the right places, curves that drove you all the way up from her shapely calves to her luscious red lips. Skin so white and so smooth a guy could explore for hours and then explore some more.
She was an absolute dream. Her three brothers, on the other hand, were a nightmare. A nightmare that was currently re-enacting Ali vs Liston on my face. I was Liston. They’d thankfully moved on from using my face as a speed bag, and were concentrating their heavy bag workout on my midsection.