Angor Georgia. A place where life was good for most people. A place where crime was marginal and public servants of all classes were respected. A place where you could actually go window shopping, downtown, at ten o’clock at night and not have to worry about being a victim of crime. A regular small hometown place that you would be proud to say, “I am an Angorian”. A place that seemed to change to just the opposite overnight. This is a story about one police officer. A cop that did not like seeing his birthplace travel down hill to a cesspool of self- destruction. A cop that cared, maybe too much, about his fellow man and the protection of the town and its citizens. A cop that was willing to give much more than his life in the line of duty. He was also willing to give up death to set things right.
