Bad Boys

Last night I made my usual Thursday evening trip over to the Plaza to visit my sister at the her place of work. Since she's working two jobs, moving into her new condo, and in the final stages of planning her wedding, her schedule is pretty full. Visting her there is the easiest way to catch up with her.

Anyhow, as I made my way down Franklin Street and past the Washington Street interchange with 3A, I was noticed the area was crawling with police. All kinds of police: Weymouth cops, Quincy cops, Braintree cops, Norfolk County Sheriffs, State boys. There were cruisers zipping up and down the street with flashers on but no sirens; cruisers parked and police milling about at various intersections. I thought to myself 'damn, looks like they're cordoning off the area for a manhunt or something.' Then I chided myself for being over-dramatic and watching The Fugitive too many times.

Apparently I was correct in my first impressions. There were some serious goings on in the neighborhood last night.