Woman Calls 911 and Orders a Large Pizza – The Dispatcher Realizes Why and Sends Every Car

"About six minutes," Teresa said. "It better be hot." Click. Six minutes. Teresa had lived by the clock for nineteen years on the job, but waiting out those six agonizing minutes while a suspect stood inside a caller's kitchen felt like an eternity.

The radio crackled open. "Dispatch, Car 12. He's expecting a delivery in under six minutes," Reed reported. "Problem is, if he sees a uniform coming up the path, he'll lock down the house before we reach the porch." "Can you take the back entrance through the alley?" Teresa suggested quickly into her mic. "Keep low behind the fence line?"

"That works for perimeter," Reed replied. Then he paused, his voice turning sharp and focused. "Wait. Hold on a second, Dispatch. I think I have a better idea. Stand by." Luis turned in his chair, staring at the radio speaker in confusion. "What's he doing?" he whispered. Teresa shook her head, unable to offer an answer. "Car 12, what's your status?" she asked, but the frequency remained completely silent.