“What?…A man bit a chunk out of another man?” said fifty-five-year-old veteran cop Darrell J. Cook, as he sat behind the wheel of his police car. He then took a massive chunk out of his cheeseburger and blurted out, “Animals!”
Lauren Jacobs, a young female rookie cop sitting in the passenger seat, didn’t say anything to her uber macho senior partner. This was her first time going on patrol.
They just received a message from their dispatch regarding a 911 call about a party gone wild in the Beachwood Canyon area where apparently a man was literally biting chunks of meat from another man.
It was 2 a.m. on a warm summer night in Los Angeles and their police car was parked next to Tommy’s Original World Famous Burger, on the corner of Bronson Avenue and Hollywood Boulevard. This usually bustling boulevard looked naked at this hour of the night without its sea of urban denizens.
“Shouldn’t we call for backup?” asked Lauren, glancing at her watch. It was almost time for their shift to end. “I mean people eating people sounds kinda violent…”