It’s not enough to flee danger—you must run toward safety
The number one safety tip I used to share as an officer? It’s not enough to flee danger, you also have run toward safety. Otherwise you might end up in an even worse predicament. Easy to say, but it’s not always easy to do. If you’ve ever been frightened, you probably already know that fear changes a person’s ability to function in an emergency. If a person becomes panicked, they may shut down completely–which may be great for your story, but it’s not something you want to experience in real life.
In law enforcement, officers train for both day-to-day encounters and worst-case scenarios— and what to do when the one devolves into the other. Officers learn to recognize signs of danger and behavioral clues that foretell a fight. The smart ones try to mitigate hazards and defuse danger before the first punch is thrown. That takes a certain amount of vigilance.
Training starts in the academy. Some lessons last through retirement.

Here are a couple of the things I still do:
I call Dibs! on the restaurant seat that allows me to keep my back to the wall so I can watch the door.
Exits are important. I note where the emergency exits are regardless if I’m in the air, on the ground, or underwater (actually, especially underwater. There’s a scene in Beached that demonstrates why).
Unless I’m in a high-rise, I try to take the stairs. If I do take an elevator and someone gives me the creeps, I get off, even if it’s not my floor.
Speaking of which. I always pay attention to my gut. I’ve taken too many reports from people who told me that they had a bad feeling about something and disregarded their intuition.
I look at other people’s hands. Empty hands are a good start, but I also pay attention to waistbands and funny bulges under sports coats.
Knowing your location can be a lifesaver. Calling 9-1-1 and telling the dispatcher you’re by the tall palm tree makes it difficult for other people to find you. I still look for street signs when I’m in an unfamiliar place.
I don’t carry things in my right hand if I can avoid it. It’s my gun hand even when I’m not armed.
While coming to a stop behind another vehicle, I keep a bit of room between my car and the vehicle ahead of me. One never knows when it might be necessary to peel out of traffic. (That said, please don’t be that person who keeps two car lengths distance and is slow off the line when the light changes….)
I don’t draw even with the car next to me. No sense giving anyone a clear shot. Stopping in their blind spot is best, but inching ahead of will do in a pinch. If they want to look at me, they’ll have to work for it— and chances are I’ll notice. Then? Well, see the above comment.
My law enforcement friends understand my habits. In fact, they’ll try to get to the restaurant first to claim the coveted chair with the view of the door. Some of my other friends tease me—if they notice at all.
In BEACHED, the second Mer Cavallo Mystery, Mer’s romantic interest has advanced tactical training. A bit of his wariness has rubbed off her, and it’s always in the back of her mind that even if she calls him for help, she should still have her own plan. Which is pretty sound safety advice for everyone.
Chapter Seven
His presence gave her comfort even as his heightened vigilance threatened her composure.
Thanks for diving into the replay of posts that preceded the release of Beached, the second Mer Cavallo Mystery! I hope you enjoy learning a bit about the inspiration behind the story, decisions that went into the writing, what it’s like to live in the Keys, or a bit about Meredith Cavallo, a marine biologist whose life unravels after she finds a plastic-wrapped bundle floating on the waves off Key Largo.


















