Stephen J. Cannell’s mystery novels come to life in Shane Scully’s Tour of Duty, a collection of action-packed videos and never-before-seen pictures from actual locations in this best-selling series. Ride along with LAPD homicide detective Shane Scully as he investigates crime scenes, solves mysteries, and dodges bullets on the mean streets of Los Angeles. Take a daring trip on this non-stop adventure, but watch your back, you never know what could happen!

In The Viking Funeral, detective Shane Scully accidentally stumbles upon a "dead" police officer who is quite alive. The discovery draws Scully into international intrigue!

Shane Scully's Canal House

The waters of Venice, California, canals dappled late-afternoon sunlight across their features. Alexa was looking up at the six-foot-tall boy, who seemed intense and serious, nodding at whatever it was she was saying. As he watched them, he thought they seemed perfect together, standing, talking earnestly in the backyard of his little Venice canal house. He liked what he saw, what he felt - liked the sense of calm that all this laid against his once turbulent interior.

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Harvard Westlake School

Soon they were in the line of cars in front of Harvard Westlake. As they pulled up to the drop zone, Chooch grabbed his book bag from the backseat, then hesitated.
“Don’t screw up the proposal,” he said. “Get a good ring, no zirconias. And I wanna preview the pitch. I wanna hear how you’re gonna say it. You can practice on me, y’know, so you don’t boot it.”
“Come on, whatta I look like?”
“Like you’re in over your head,” Chooch grinned. “I don’t want you t’blow us out on some whack move.”

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Kim Young's Restaurant

A block from Parker Center was the Peking Duck, which was actually now called Kim Young’s. It had been sold by the original owners after an armed robbery attempt, but the old sign was still hanging out front. Kim Young has bought the restaurant from his cousin, who retired, giving up his American Dream after four dust bunnies in ski masks had tried to take the place, unaware that half the LAPD Glass House Day Watch lunched there.

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Moonshadows

Moonshadows sat above the rocky beach in Malibu. Waves rolled under it in sets, crashing on the rocks below, throwing a fine sea mist up into the air that refracted in the setting sun. Buddy, the breakfast-food sales and marketing executive, was already there with Alexa and Chooch, telling a story. Buddy was round-shouldered and pear-shaped with a bushy head of hair, which salt-and-peppered his massive head.

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Parker Center

Mark Shepard’s office was on the sixth floor of Parker Center-the administrative floor. Shane and Alexa got off onto the seafoam-green carpet, then walked down the corridor, past the blond-paneled doors, where the four deputy chiefs and the super chief had their offices. The Detective Services Group, which Shephard commanded, was in the Office of Operations and supervised five detective divisions: Bunko-Forgery, Burglary-Auto Theft, Detective Headquarters, Robbery-Homicide, and the Detective Support Division, which included the controversial Special Investigations Section (SIS), where Jody had been assigned when he took his life.

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Jack Webb Auditorium

The Medal of Valor ceremony took place at three in the afternoon, in the Jack Webb Auditorium at the Police Academy, where the LAPD had their biannual graduation ceremonies. The academy was a cluster of Spanish-style buildings located in Elysian Park in the foothills, at the end of a long, two-lane drive. Shane always thought the Police Academy looked like a Spanish hotel or a Franciscan mission, sprawled on its ten-landscaped acres, including a full athletic field, swimming pool and shooting range. Shane and Chooch got there half an hour early and parked in the reserved-parking lot, already almost full with TV news vans.

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LAX - Los Angeles International Airport

“Shane, you’re screwing this up.”
“Maybe, but you don’t have all of it.”
“So, tell me.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Cause I haven’t got it completely figured out myself yet. And you may be right. I may be screwing it up, but you’ve gotta let me and Alexa work it out. This stuff can’t be forced.”
“You know, I love her, too,” Chooch said.
“I know. I know you do.”
When they arrived at the airport, Shane left his car parked at the LAPD substation. He got Chooch’s stuff out of the backseat, and they walked to the Southwest Airlines terminal.

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Van Nuys Airport

Los Angeles was in the middle of a horrible inversion layer that trapped the city’s smoggy pollutants like smoke under a blanket. The Citation landed at Van Nuys Airport at three-thirty in the afternoon, taxied up to the small Customs shack at the end of Runway 2-6, and shut down. Tony Filosiani was waiting for them beside the grandfather of the Crown Vics. The old beige and brown Ford fit the funky L.A. day. “I’m sorry about the way this went down, Sergeant,” the chief said as they deplaned.

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Lisa St. Marie's Condo

In less than twenty minutes they were in Century City, pulling up to a twenty-story high-rise with a huge marble monument sign out front that announced the building: CENTURY PARK WEST. The tall steel-and-glass tower poked up through the afternoon sky, its top-floor mirrored windows disappearing into the brown L.A. muck. They were met by Lieutenant Lincoln Heart, who was leading the team of jump-outs. Heart was ebony black, and his short-sleeved Class C uniform barely concealed a physique of rippling muscles.

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Malibu Canyon Road

Shane was slowing, looking for the address. There were very few intersecting roads on the two-lane highway and even fewer driveways. Shane had to be careful not to overdrive his headlights and shoot past 2457 Malibu Canyon Road.
Then he saw it.
The address was painted on a mailbox on the left-hand canyon side of the road. Shane braked hard, snapping his headlights off as he made the turn, heading slowly down the dirt drive into the canyon below. The driveway was rutted from a recent rain. It headed down, switching back and forth, into the narrow valley.
“Wait a minute,” Alexa said. “Stop.”

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