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Kiefer

 

Per Kiefer, the officers on the Eastside

and in the West Hills don't appreciate

co-workers who big deal small calls.

 

 

Contaminated

Tonight, I covered Casbah on a call

in the West Hills. A woman insisted

the interior of her home was covered

in chemicals that smelled like petroleum.

 

She had twelve video cameras on the inside

of her home and five more on the outside

near the front door.

 

Her husband told me licks what ever she claims

to be contaminated.

 

She believes he is poisoning her. 

 

 

 

FirearmsTraining

 

One officer described the firearms training at this year's

In-Service as going "pew-pew with your finger. "

It is the second consecutive year without shooting a live rounds. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Protected Wildlife

 

Tonight, I transported a tweaker.

He told me he as glad to go to jail. 

"I'm protected wildlife.

At jail, I get a sandwich and nap."

 

 

 

Waiting

 

Today, the First Ave Barn

had five cars for twelve officers.

The first in grabbed prowlers.

The rest had to wait

for Days to roll in. 

 

 

Bad Call

Do not call the police

if you do not like

the quality of your

five dollar lap dance. 

 

 

 

The Maze and the Blue Sheet

 

In the Maze, north of Serenity, a citizen calls a Suspicious on a car. 

A Mercedes's head lights have been on for four hours. 

It could be a dumper. I've recovered stolens on the street. 

On scene, I run the plate. I know the owner.  I pinched him VRO in the Maze, at his girlfriend's last Fall. The box shrieks, alerting me to his want. 

Straight Pipe covers me. 

I knock on the girlfriend's door. 

A young man answers. He takes a half step out, then squeezes the door against his chest like a shield. 

He's worried. 

His eyes dart between Straight Pipe and me. 

I know the wanted guy is inside. 

Is Bill here?

"Uuuuu-aaaaaahh."

I go for low key to avoid the lie. 

Someone's called. He left the lights on on his car. 

He's looking at my face trying to read the trick. 

I point to the street. 

That's his Mercedes, right?

He looks. 

"Yeah."

Well, he might want to turn the lights off or he'll have a dead battery. 

Straight Pipe and I walk away, wait, and approach the young man at the car. 

I'd turn the engine over and let it run for a bit. 

"I don't have a license. I don't want to get in trouble."

Okay. 

I nod. 

Is Bill in the apartment?

The young man's eyes grow large. 

He has a warrant. 

His head falls. 

"I'll go get him." 

Five minutes later, Bill is hooked in the back seat, waiting for the dispatcher to confirm the warrant with County. 

 

 

Blue Sheet, South Village

 

 

Last Night, in the Add, I covered Straight Pipe on a family beef. 

When we arrive, the male half is gone. 

I run him. He's hot on a crank want. 

The female half says he's driving a beater, blue Astro van, staying somewhere in the South Village. 

I remember him. I know where he's staying. 

I roll down, knock on the door. 

A woman answers.

I'm looking for Arnold. He's a warrant. 

She sucks in a breath. 

She's afraid. 

He's here. I nod.

Her eyes enlarge. Her mouth opens. She stops. 

That's a yes.  

"I go get him."

He emerges with her from his room in the garage. His eyes are down. His shoulders are slumped. He's done. 

He glances up. 

"I know you."

I nod. 

"Can I at least have a cigarette. Please. "

He's going nowhere. 

Yep. 

When, he's done, I walk him around the corner, cuff him, and transport him to booking. 

 

 

Jargon: Stealth Car

A stealth car is a prowler where the GPS has been disabled or does not function. 

 

 

Random Testing

 

Today,  G. was selected for his fourth random UA.

He pointed out some officers have yet to have one. 

 

Photo has had five.