I once apprehended a deranged girl, somehow got involved in a big fighting that started with teenage daughters. It blew up and was a full-on battle royal. The crazy lady was HIV-positive and decided to start biting everyone in the fight. When I pull up I hear her screaming, I hope all of you catch it. Surprisingly she only got 5 years for misdemeanour reckless conduct.
One guy killed his
One guy repeatedly raped his granddaughter. The grandmother knew and persuaded the main victims that victim’s mothers already knew and didn’t believe it. Victim only came forward when her mom became terminally ill and victim’s younger sister was set to be driven to/ from school by helpful granddad rapist.
One guy pimped out an eight-year-old girl.
Three pedos got together and rented a duplex. They lived on one side, and they’d rent out the other half to single moms. They blacked out the window in the rape room with Dora the Explorer blankets.
It is the ones with the children that get you the most.( 1) a woman who was a spouse of a Navy member was also a gamer. She had two children. One 6 months, the other 2 years. Husband deployed. She was so into the role-playing game( sorry can’t remember) that she only sit there and let the 6-month-old die in the crib. 2-year-old could get food on his own. Mother detected 6-month-old dead in crib and wrap the body in a trash bag. Body starts to decompose and smell. So she set the body in a box outside by the front door. All the time going back to her gaming. She commentaries online that her newborn succumbed. Husband comes home from deployment and finally gets from her that the newborn is dead in a box outside. He talks to a superior the next day, who reports it to police.
Side noteshe also did not get up from the computer to pee-pee or poop. Use your imagination on that one.( 2) Had a mother lock an 8-month-old in the room and let succumb. X-rays of the girl indicated over half her bones had been broken and were in various stages of healing.
These are the times that stay with us and eat at us. The memories never leave and you can never stop thinking about how those poor children died.
I didn’t do the actual apprehend, but I expended several months supervising Kristen Bury in custody after she and her husband, Joseph Walsh, were arrested for killing their baby son, Chance.
Her husband beat Chance during a drug bender while she watched and complained they would get caught, saying you’re gonna fucking kill him and recording audio of the incident on her phone in case the latter are catch. Her spouse jostle a baby wipe down Chance’s throat where it got stuck and he started to choke. To get it out, they pried his jaw open with pliers, breaking it and tearing out Chance’s little tongue. When they ultimately retrieved the wipe from his throat, they left him to slowly die of his injuries in his crib. Kristen posted a Facebook message the day after Chance died saying how she was aroused for their first household vacay.
She never called 911. She said she didn’t want to lose both people she loved in the same day.
They left Chance to decompose for several days. When the smell overwhelmed them, they wrap him in garbage bags and put him in a closet for several more days. Then, they interred him in a trash pile near a homeless camp and took off to start a new life together like Bonnie and Clyde.
While in jail she was insufferable. She talked endlessly about how much money she was get in support and bragged about how much commissary she could buy. She wept during NA meetings about how her son was murdered by her husband and then turned around after the civilian meeting leaders left and “was talkin about a” how Joseph is the love of her life and she’ll never stop loving him. She was quick to become angry over interesting thing and routinely tried to either intimidate or impress other inmates with the severity of her crime.
She asked me to print a picture of her son so she could have a painting to take to prison with her. She also asked me to look up publisher information so she could write a book about her experience.
She is absolutely the worst person I have ever encountered and I had the hardest hour of my professional career dealing with her pure sociopathic propensities. She was not an abused wife who was conditioned not to cross her violent husbandshe gave her first child away at a Denny’s, her second succumbed after developing an infection that no medical care was sought for, and she helped savagely kill her third child.
She deserves the death penalty and it’s a shame she won’t get it.
The one that stands out the most was my first domestic violence cases apprehend. This guy was the absolute worst of the most serious. Verbal and physical abuse, stealing the money for his pregnant wife and first born to eat and blowing it all on booze and pokies, and culminating in him using industrial glue to seal his 4-month-pregnant partners lips closed necessitating her to be hospitalized in the hopes it would cause the fetus to terminate. Family Violence section had been hunting this grime suitcase for months but he was a slippery customer.
Anyway, one night we get a call from a local tavern saying a guy had get maggoted, and get into a automobile. They got the number plate and I recognized it as being this little scrote( it helped that ironically his number player was ratel code for drunk driving ), and his direction of travelling was listed as being towards where I knew the girl lived.
My partner and I set some kinda land velocity record getting there, but saw no tracing of his vehicle in the surrounding area. We knew he was nearby though. Sometimes you just feel these things. So we woke the( still pregnant) girl up and explained to her we believed she was in imminent hazard, and that we would stay in the area. Gave her the response mobile phone number to ring, and a phrase to say, rather than bellow dispatch( which can cause a delay in sending out the job ).
Then we left. We both got in the car and drove around the corner. I fell my partner off and he doubled back to keep an eye on the front of the house while I parked up around the corner, and our sergeant arrived in an unmarked auto to view the street behind the house.
Sure enough, within 10 mins of us leaving( we suspect he had been hiding out waiting for us to leave ), Ol’ mate saunters up the driveway and makes a beeline for the door where he is confronted by my partner. Realizing “hes having” been tricked, he punches my partner square in the jaw. Now for the record my partner at the time was an absolute beast of a man who was more offended by the fact someone had laid hands on him than he was injured.
Let’s just say the next few minutes went poorly for our young Casanova as me and the sarge came herring around the corner to assist with the arrest.
Sadly we never got a sentence on the scrote, but we were able to get assistance from Family Violence to help the victim pack up and move interstate away from the situation. It still annoys me that he would go on to offend against other women, but at the least we managed to help that one female. She did make linked with our Family Violence section some time later, and they tell me she is doing well.
Sometimes in this chore you have to take your victories where you can get them.
The earliest memorable person is a 16 -year-old who killed two men by stabbing them in the head with a screwdriver. He was just acting the hard human in front of his mates and picked on these two guys for nothing. The thing that got me was his complete lack of regret or sadnes. I’d never properly understood what a sociopath was until then.
A few years ago, we got called to a house to do a welfare check on a couple that hasn’t been heard from in a few days. Attaining entry into the house, the couple was found in the laundry room stabbed to demise. It didn’t take very long to figure out their son did it. Now here’s where’s it’s bad. The day he killed them and stuffed them in the laundry room, that night he utilized their charge card and ordered pizza, bought alcohol and hurled a party at the house just telling his guests not to go into the laundry room cause it was messy. The child indicated no regret, and admitted to killing them because the house rules/ chores were too hard.
Im terrible with dates and time frames if I didn’t write it down, but I’ll never forget October 26 th, 2013. This was in Brooklyn. Squad called an 85 at such and such address. A neighbour had called in an attack in progress and the detective squad happened to be on the block for another reason. They got there fast and met the perp came to see you the front doorway. We get there a couple minutes after as the perp is being walked in handcuffs to the car. I went into the house to see if everybody was OK and what the 85 was about. Long story short, perp hacked a woman and her four children( infant to 12 years old) to death with a meat cleaver. Mom and oldest were still breathing when we came in the door, but not for long after that. Three newborns were all in the back bedroom. The apartment seemed pretty much like what you would imagine if you tried to imagine something like that. You could taste the blood in the air, there was so much of it. When I walked out to get a look at the perp, a Detective told me. Watch if you can get his name but don’t ask him anything else. Guy was seated in the backseat in handcuffs and had a look in his eyes that I can’t even describe here. The Devil was let loose in that apartment.
Had a call once in a major metropolitan area during my probation period some years ago. The fire department called us for help saying they had been threatened by a knife-wielding lunatic while attempting to render aid to someone. My partner and I got there and saw the FD just standing around so were thinking okay this guy is probably run and “weve got to” just take a report for them and get to our next call.
Thats the first time I heard the shrieks of someone about to die; the shrill terror in a persons voice is totally distinguishable from your everyday scream for help or calls of anger. It sends a shiver down your spine.
My partner and I didnt have time for backup to arrive or make a tactical plan so we entered an apartment complex by ourselves and followed the shriekings until we located a doorway we thought they were coming from. I kicked in the door and we entered to find that knife-wielding madman stabbing a woman in the chest. Shots are fired and the man goes down.
As though a scene from a movie after the shooting backup comes running in to clear the rest of the apartment while i awkwardly handcuff this man who is bleeding all over my uniform( hes missing either his radius or ulna (?). One of the two wrist bones from a bullet shattering it. Theres blood everywhere, and you can smell it in the air.
This is also the first time I held a person while they were dying. Which isnt particularly pleasant, either. The man passed soon after in the ambulance( even with the fire department outside already ).
We later detected the man was on drugs and suffered by mental illness; he had attempted to kill himself a week prior and failed so the higher-ups believe this is how he wanted to finish himself off.
The woman survived.
This guy and his wife start opposing in their apartment in south Los Angeles. It intensified into the guy picking up the 5-month-old baby and charging at the wall with the baby’s head as a battering ram. He then hurled the infant out of the third floor window. As I sat in the front of my police car with this guy cuffed in the back seat, all I could think about was a kind turnaround and put a hole in his head so it would ever happen again. It was very early in my career and made me think about whether I could handle 25 -3 0 years of these kinds of things and what kind of person it would turn me into. The child actually survived and the man was convicted. I’d put this incident away in a little sealed box in my head.Now I’m sweating and angry again.
I know that the newborn had a fractured skull and they were concerned about brain damage and the neck/ spine. I know that the child survived, but I never followed up because I altogether put this out of my headYou could say that I’d altogether forgotten about it. The best I can recall was that the guy get 18 years in prison.
Had a guy who had been fucking his girlfriends 3-year-old daughter. He found out “hes having” gotten busted and took a whole bunch of methadone and likely anything else in the house he could get his hands on. Was procured unresponsive and put in an ice bath by his friends and one of them was nice enough to call 911. Hell of it is that when we show up the girlfriend is defending him, stashing contraband and trying to keep us from entering the apartment without a warrant. Exigent situations hip-hip hooray get out of my way and we got him to the hospital. Hell of it is that while we got him out she flushed all their shit and deleted all the images from his telephone of the rapes. Fuckin mom opting her rapist boyfriend over her daughter. Lowest of the low. He pled to a lesser charge eventually due to a lack of proof and she caught a tampering with physical evidence charge and got her child taken away. She’s out and works at a local eatery that I’ll never go to again.
My worst was a response to a home for attempted suicide with the individual still armed with a knife. When we arrived the suspect was strolling down the side of the road at 3 am. Encompassed in blood from having cut himself over the majority of members of his body with moderate to deep cuts he was covered. While we where standing around ordering him to fell the knife he stood like a statue not saying anything but staring. This guy was a towering 65 220 -pound man who looked at me, a 6′ 160 -pound, 22 -year-old and said, Im going to take your gun and shoot him.( Referring to my FTO at the time who was similarly built to me .) I deployed a taser which did nothing but anger him, my FTO deployed his which brought him down. Trying to handcuff a human covered in blood is frightening, all the blood-borne diseases you can contract. He was transported to the hospital for his self-inflicted wounds. Upon further investigation this guy had been seducing cats and puppies to him which he would end up killing and skinning. In this guys shed he had a harvesting room where he would turn the pelts of these animals into clothingyou name it, this guy had stimulated it. The entire thing reminded me of some horror movie with a stench you could not stomach. That was my first week as a sworn officer, I turned 21 three days before graduating the academy. Ive been on now for a year or so and that is the only guy I have ever gratified I believe could have taken my weapon and kill me. He later was proclaimed mentally competent and charged, he as well was not suicidal but angry because he messed up on one of his creations.
Oh boy…Grabbed a guy walking down the street with a shotgun in one of those 12 -can beer holders cigarette companies used to give away( yeah, I’m old ). We get the cuffs on him and he starts getting all chatty in the car about all the other handguns that he has. One thing have contributed to another and we use his statement to get a warrant to get the rest of the firearms. We go to the apartment with the warrant and there are HUNDREDS of different handguns and coinciding boxes of ammo and we start cataloging it and carrying it out.
Then we notice cases of photo albums and videotapes…..
Aaaaaaaaaand it’s child porn. I take random samples and difficult and challenging as it is, and to the normal human being, it’s difficult shit, confirm that its children being photographed doing sex things. It’s logical that given the sampling that the rest of it was kiddie porn, too.
Well , not sufficient for the ADA who took the suit. I explained to her how we arrived at the number and she said that in order for him to be charged for all the porn, that I would have to testify that all of it was indeed porn. I was the arresting policeman, I was swearing out the complaint and I also had to make sure the asshole went to jail for a very long time.
I sat in a room in the station house for hours on end “re going through” hundreds of photo albums full of children being destroyed. I viewed videotapes of innocence being swept away and in the end, I sob. I did not stop cry for days. 20 some odd year later, I still have my moments and every so often I’ll ensure a kid that looks familiar and I’ll suppose …. It haunts me constantly because I couldn’t save the lives. I’m supposed to defend the ones that can’t defend themselves. That was my sacred vow and yet, all I could do was catalog their horror.
Years later, I was a first responder to the WTC attacks and ensure horrors that no one is should ever have to see and yet, 9/11 wasn’t close to being my worst day on that job.
Several years ago, I was called to a rural mansion in my jurisdiction for a heated disorder involving firearms. I work a rural county that encompasses almost 1000 square miles with 3 other deputies( 4 deputies are on duty at any given time covering this area ). To ease in keeping up with the story, the violator will be called’ grandpa'( in his upper 60′ s ); the son of grandpa/ 911 caller will be called’ son'( in his 30′ s ); and the victim/ granddaughter will be called’ child ‘( 7 years old ).
When I arrived on scene, I ensure the son standing with a handgun in his hand and the handgun stuck in the mouth of the grandpa( who was on his knees ). This took place in the front yard of this mansion. My camera/ audio was rolling due to me running illuminates/ siren to this call so all this is recorded and played a significant role in the prosecution. I slid to a stop and exited my automobile expeditiously while taking encompas behind the driver’s side wheel well.
I had my Glock 34 out quickly and began dedicating commands to the son. He was in tears and screaming. The grandpa was motionless on his knees with a handgun in his mouth and hands up. The son was hollering at me that he( grandfather) had been sexually assaulting his( the son’s) daughter.
I told him repeatedly that I was here to help and all that good stuff. He took the firearm out of the grandfather’s mouth and hurled it behind him in the grass and stuck his hands up. I moved forward and placed him into handcuffs as well as the grandfather due to me not knowing anything else about this situation. I then recovered the pistol and placed it in my vehicle. I confirmed the only other person at the residence was the child, who was inside at the window and watched all this unfold. My help was on the way but still about 20 minutes away. I brought the son in front of my auto( to be recorded) and asked his what was going on. He explained that he, his daughter and his father( grandfather to the child) all lived at the grandfather’s house due to him losing a undertaking lately( the son had a tough time after coming home from Iraq and holding a undertaking ).
The son to present to me that he asked the grandpa for permission to use his laptop. He received permission and began looking stuff up on the computer. the son find a suspicious seeming folder on the desktop and opened it. This folder had hundreds of pictures of the child( his daughter) in extremely explicit stances as well as performing sexual acts on the grandpa. Needless to say, he flew into a new dimension of pissed off and immediately retrieved his handgun and dragged his own father( grandfather to the child) out in the front yard to avoid bloodying up the house, in his own words.
He pistol-whipped him and placed him on the ground and stuck his pistol in the grandfather’s mouth. He never did explain to me why he called 911 instead of shooting the grandpa. I placed him back into my vehicle and told him to remain quiet because I needed to get information from the grandpa to get a conviction. I guess I should have mentioned, I spend several years as a criminal examiner prior to going back to the patrol division so I knew exactly what to look for and obtain during the investigation in order to procure a conviction if a crime did in fact pas. I then brought the grandpa in front of my vehicle and got out a written Miranda form from my auto. I read and explained to the grandfather his rights, to which he signed in writing, recognise he understood them.
The grandfather then waived his rights in writing and spoke to me without an attorney. I tried to play to his emotion and asked him what was happening. He hung his head and told me he did something bad. I tried to belittle it and say stuff like at least no one is dead, we can all work through this, etc. He proceeded to tell me that he had been molesting his granddaughter( the child) for several months and had pretty much done everything but have intercourse with her. I asked him if he photographed any of this activity and he recognise he did. I asked him where it was and he told me that he had it on the desktop, a few jumping drives and some new photos should still be on the digital camera. Thinking about his 4th Amendment rights, i got a consent to search form out and requested he sign it to allow me to collect these items. He signed it. Dumbass. I would have gotten it anyway with a search warrant due to an overwhelming sum of facts present in so far. I collected these items and did my best to comfort this precious little girl.
I had my backup transport the grandpa to the jail and I took the son and child to the office to interview him. Long story short; the grandpa first pled not guilty and a trial date was defined. The morning of trial, he took a plea for 80 years to serve for what he did. As far as how that stimulated “i m feeling”: I will never understand how that son didn’t turn his own father’s head into a canoe. I cannot fathom the rage and rage he must have felt. I kept in contact with the son after the arrest and through the prosecution stages. He eventually told me he didn’t shoot him because he didn’t want his daughter to lose her grandpa and father in one day( he thought he would go to jail for killing him ). I have dealt with more savage people and been in a few rough spots before, but the coldheartedness suggested by this bag of douche towards his own granddaughter blew my mind.
This one job I went to, man…it lives with me every day even years later.
This woman as small children witnessed her parents burn to death in their auto after a crash and she suffered PTSD from that incident.
She was in a relationship with a piece of shit who was abusive and, knowing what had happened to her parents and that she was fucked up over it, decided one day to pour petrol over her and run through a whole box of matches, casually throwing the light matches closer and closer to where she was cowering in the corner.
She never actually caught fire and “the mens” was apprehended at the scene. I was just a back upvehicle but I will never forget that poor fucking woman.
I insured her huddled in a corner, having pissed herself, contained within ga, simply shaking like she was freezing to death.
I cannot comprehend the amount of dread she felt. Nothing I have ever experienced or witnessed since has come close to that various kinds of calculated brutality before or since.
The man was charged with Act with intent to cause Grievous Bodily Harm and only got a year in prison. I wanted to execute that fucking piece of shit.
The most disturbing person I apprehended was pedophile who was caught searching for/ looking at child porn on a public library computer. That’s not so abnormal, happens more than anyone would like. What made this dude disturbing was some of the notebooks he kept.
After taking him into detention I asked if I could look through his backpack, he gave me consent and I observed about six small notebooks. The pages of the notebooks had the date and place( Monkey Joe’s, Chucky Cheese, local park, etc …) and on the lines he would write down the descriptions of the little girls he was attracted to at those places. Along with the physical description he would write what he believed was their age what they were wearing and what color their panties/ bloomer/ nappy were if he was able to see them.
He had some clear mental issues and aimed up not getting charged with anything. Why didn’t he get charged? DA told us that child porn is a very hard crime to have stick and because there was a lack of victim, the photos were not sex in nature( no sexual intercourse nor was there piercing in any photo) he wasn’t going to try and simply suggested that he be taken to a local train station and bought a ticket out of town.
I get out of law enforcement not to long after that. Not particularly for that, but its one of the shittier people I met.
I arrested and transported a guy who raped a 9-year-old at gunpoint. He awaited until he knew she was home alone, knocked, and forced himself in. I arrested him on a warrant for contravening his parole, year later , not for the crime itself. To this day he denied he committed the crime, but he had already been found guilty and served prison time( although not nearly enough, in my opinion .) Ive apprehended a lot of people, but his crimes were easily the most heinous.
Guy drunk-driving with 3 kids( brothers aged 9, 7, and 4) in a stolen auto. Flipped the car, killing the youngest child and fled the scene leaving the two other kids in a field in the middle of nowhere with the body of their friend still buckled in. I stayed with those kids for the rest of my shifting at the hospital and as the mothers came to ID the body. We played on a PS1 in the hospital waiting time. The driver was find passed out drunk in another stolen auto afterwards that night. Worst day of a lot of people’s lives including me. I am no longer a policeman.
There are so many terrible, ugly things that come to mind but one that sticks out was the guy on a 24 -hour beer, fissure, and PCP binge who was startled by an old lady trying to leave her apartment to take the two young children she was caring for to a store. He had been hitting his tube in the vestibule area and became so angered by the interruption he began stabbing first the old woman, then the children.
A neighbor called in the suspicious noisethe woman and children’s screamsand I observed all three in the apartment. The older of the kids, a little girl, was unconscious and stabbed in the back. The younger, a boy, was stabbed in the leg and concealing under a table. The old lady had been stabbed about a dozen periods in the belly and eventually succumbed to her wounds. The children induced it through their traumata eventually.
The murderer said he couldn’t remember the event. He also claimed he was undiagnosed with depression and PTSD from the Salvadoran Civil War, from we he fled in the early nineties. The narcotics and alcohol were his medicine. He only had to serve a few years because of this defense before being deported. If I had to put money on it, I’d bet he has intersected the border again and is living somewhere near the murder scene again under another name.
A fellow who molested a number of his pre-teen daughter’s friends. He’d have her invite them over for movies and such, then medication their SunnyD and rape them. We never figured out exactly how many girls he raped, but we were able to prove up 28 counts. The arrest was not especially fulfilling. Having to be near him and listen to his diatribe made me feel unclean. His sentence and subsequent LONG sentence constructed me feel like being a policeman was worth it at least 1% of the time.
About two years ago, I was called to a shooting. In the region I run, this is a weekly thing at minimum, so I wasn’t really sweating it. Well, we get to the scene and several people run out of the house hollering she’s been shot and he’s still inside. Based on that datum, we know we have to go inside and find the shooter and the main victims. Well, out comes the shooter, weeping hysterically and literally contained within blood. I get to be the lucky one and set handcuffs on him. Next we go into the bedroom where the shooting passed and find the main victims lying on the bed. She was so drenched in blood that I couldn’t even tell what race she was. Let me tell you, it’s a sad thing to have to sit and watch a young lady and be utterly powerless to help her.
Turns out, the shooter was her boyfriend. He liked to beverage and come home and get into debates, at which point he’d grab his pistol and rack it at her as a sort of sick warning. Well, that’s what he did, except he accidentally kept his thumb on the trigger this time and sent a bullet into her brain.
This story has a happy ending, though. The guy is now in prison and the female actually survived by some miracle and appears to be doing all right.
It simply sucks to think that so many females gone through the same thing but refuse to get help, saying they have nowhere else to go. I understand what they’re saying but in my experience, domestic abuse never gets better. Once it starts, it only gets worse.
My partner and I chased down a kidnapper/ rapist. Guy convinced a petite drunk daughter to go into an alley, while back there he beat her and tried to rape her. She was wearing jeans and he couldn’t get them off. If she hadn’t been wearing jeans, he’d have completed the purposes of the act. A passerby called 911 and my partner and I stopped him less than a block away. His fly was down and he hadn’t even put his dick back in his gasps. We caught a lucky break too, the entire attack was caught on a security camera we were able to immediately obtain. Watching the video virtually made me cry on duty. With that arrest we were able to close out 3 other sexual assault. The guy was a serial rapist who usually preyed on homeless females.( He was homeless himself .) It’s been 1.5 years since the arrest, we go to trial in a few weeks. I can’t wait to set him behind bars for a very long time.
We had a guy slit a cashiers throat over a sandwich. It was his first day on the job and the guy didn’t want to pay so he literally killed him over a sandwich. The man started to run towards people with a knife when the cops set him down. Bullet got him in the head, EMTs were there only doing CPR for show until paramedics could call it. People are screaming at the EMTs that our CPR would be better if he was a white guy. Literally defending a guy who just killed a man not 5 minutes ago.
Arrested a doctor for sexually battering female patients. I’ve had partners of mine arrest even more nasty people( like child rapists ), but this man I actually apprehended. He was able to target his female clients who were mental health patients so that many of their asserts were overlooked due to their existing bipolar disorder or depression. He was a POS and his wife sat next to him the entire trial. True love, right? He lost his medical license but we lost the case due to almost half of his victims refusing to testify and his high-dollar, very educated attorney.
I was working a late shift on Christmas eve, which is usually a matter of holding the fort and counting down the clock until the end of shift.
We get a call, Sudden death, an elderly gentleman. A dishonor certainly, but nothing more than presumed routine, inspecting the body for signs of trauma and calling the undertakers to remove the deceased.
We get there and go in, the gentleman is lying on his sofa, with a duvet covering him. I perform the usual inspection of the house, looking for anything out of place or suspicious , not that it’d be easy, the house was like your over-the-top hoarders palace. After some enquiries it became apparent that the gentleman had lost the use of his legs many years before and lived downstairs, relying on his daughter to care for him utterly.
We have to inspect the body for any signs of trauma or suspicious marks prior to calling the undertaker so that we are sure that there is nothing untoward in relation to the death.
We lifted off the duvet, as merely his head was demonstrating, and I was rather taken aback and stunned. The main images, having analyzed history at university, that came to mind was the pictures from the liberation of the concentration camps, emaciated and starved corpses. This man had been dead for no more than 4 to 5 hours, yet he was all skin and bones.
He relied on his daughter to care for him, and he clearly had not been. He lay there, in his own filth, wasting away without anyone properly looking after him. It was utterly despicable.
Death has a very distinct odor. It clings to your uniform, and your body. I finished my shifting in the early hours of the morning, went home and tried to sleep. I couldn’t. I just lay there, eyes wide open, “the mens” body and his haunting stare taking center piece in my believes. In the end, I guessed fucking it, I’m not going to sleep at this rate. I got in my auto and drove the 100 miles to my mothers to expend Christmas Day with them.
A banger who had just perpetrated a drive-by shooting. Found multiple guns. He was a two-striker and knew the handgun charge would have been able put him away for the rest of his life. Wept on the way to the incarcerate. As I entered the sally port he asked if I could make sure no tears were on his face before entering the incarcerate. I wiped his tears, and when we got into the incarcerate he went back to acting like a hardened felon, but was cool with me.
A few years ago we get sent as the second car to a family disturbance, sent as routine. Halfway there we get updated to roll code 3 to a shots fired callat the same home. We arrive and there is a young man with what looks like a stick in his hand lying on the ground already zero( dead ). My partners have an older man in handcuffs in the back of their unit. After speaking to a lady( the spouse) and the other young man( son) who were home, the tale comes out. The household disturbance was the deceased young man violating a chair and hitting his dad with the broken chair legs. Dad gets gun, cautions son, son doesn’t stop, dad shoots son in face and kills him. I will never forget the way the parent appeared me in the eye and said, Im going to hell for this, aren’t I?
The most evil pricking I ever dealt with was about 2 weeks before Hurricane Katrina. A 17 -year-old girl disclosed to family members that her father had been sexually exploiting her since she was young and the last incident was the previous night. On the forensics side I recovered her father’s semen from her belly and off of the bed sheets.
It took me several hours to interview the suspect. He was part of the African Identity/ Moorish Nation and he tended use circular logic. Guess about trying to interview Jesse Jackson or Al Sharpton. It was so frustrating that my partner strolled out of the interview. Eventually, I began talking to the suspect about African Identity and because I have a large base of useless knowledge we wound up connecting. It was pretty funny imagining a white cop talking the suspect about the philosophy of MOVE’s John Africa or Yahweh Ben Yahweh.
Eventually, he asserted that because his ancestors were brought to America against their will he was not subject to our laws or customs. Therefore, it was his duty to introduce his daughter to her obligations as a woman. When she was about 8 years old he had her performing oral sex on him. Then when she was 10 years old he decided that she was mature enough to decide if she was ready for sexual intercourse. From that phase forward he began having sex with his bio-daughter a few times a week for the next several years. The suspect even began referring to his daughter as his Second Wife. He also physically abused the younger male sibling of my primary victim and used threats to terrorize his wife.
I still recollect driving home after working a 18 -hour shift on the occurrence and watching the sunlight coming up while guessing to myself That is the most evil prick I have ever come across. Then when I got home I could not sleep because I realized that there was probably someone more evil than him roaming this planet and our lives were set to intersect at some point.
The good news is that he pled guilty and took 40 years without benefits, which entails he will probably succumb in custody or be in his 80 s when he gets released.
It was a Sunday morning shift. We briefed at 7am, at 7:15 we respond to a stabbing at a morning bar. This a regular dump, where there’s always dodgy people doing dodgy things. Opposes, drug use, you name it.
As me and my partner arrive at the scene as the second or third patrol car. A couple of ambulances are also on the scene. I see a black male lying in the middle of the street, shirtless, a pond of blood forming underneath him. Paramedics are working on him. We enter the bar, and there’s another black male with a stab wound to the abdomen. He’s conscious and receiving first assist. On the street are intoxicated patrons in chock, ambulances arrive, more police( and researchers) arrive.
Description of the perps are radioed out, and the hunt for them begins. We stay on the scene.
Fast-forward to being back in the station 3 hours later. We have 2 arrests, one perp still at large. We have his identity. The victim first mentioned, succumbs on the spot. A parent of 2. The second lives. A third was already taken to the emergency room, as we arrived. All three were black males.
The perps were Arabic, and investigation displays, that 2 groups had been having arguments and small brawl through the morning, and the Arabic group ultimately been thrown out by the bouncer.
Agitated, they return to the scene, one wielding a knife. CCTV presents him stabbing the first victim 10 -ish times, just outside the bar. The victim had just stepped out. Falling to ground, the perp bows down and stabs a couple more times. He enters the bar and stabs the next black guy he watches. Just walks calmly up to the guy, rapidly thrusts the knife in his stomach, walks out the bar. There he stabs the third victim. Turns out, this guy had just stepped out of the bus, going to work. Too bad for him, he happened to be black. Fortunately he also lived.
Anyway, knowing this, and having watched the consequences and the hurting that follows, I had a sick to my stomach feeling about these guys in our holding cells.
I had a debrief with a psychologist got a couple of weeks later, where I described a vision of me taking my baton and beating this guy to death right there in the cell. That’s how much I despised the guy.
The last perp was eventually arrested in Lebanon or wherever, and received a 10 -year sentence. He was the knife psycho. Worst morning ever.