Justice, as it is sometimes said, can be a revolving door.
This frustrating aspect of police work materialized for me many years ago when, as a young officer, I responded to a large fight inside a tavern. The brawl was in full tilt when we arrived. Fists, chairs and bottles were flying. Bloody people were limping out the door, but the battle inside raged on. We waded in and, over several difficult minutes, regained control.
The hardest to stop was, of course, the instigator. He was a mean drunk, and it took several of us to hold him down long …