Tommy Solami Part I

Posted by: Blue

Tommy and Mariah were having a domestic.  A neighbour called it in that Tommy had come to his door looking for help with blood streaming from his neck.

We showed-up on scene and met the couple who were both drunk.  Tommy had a small cut on his neck which he insisted was from falling and cutting himself on a bike wheel.  We managed to get it out of him eventually that he was mad at his girlfriend for saying she felt like killing herself sometimes, so he held a knife to his throat to show her how it felt.

But he was drunk and cut himself by accident.

We called an ambulance.  Tommy didn't want an ambulance.  It was clear from Mariah's behaviour that Tommy was gonna get lucky that night if the cops would just leave them alone to make-up after their argument, but Tommy wouldn't stop bleeding.  Probably because his blood was so thinned-out from the alcohol.

It was a busy night and we hadn't put a rush on the bus, so the ambulance was taking a while.  JT and I played darts in the living room to pass some time.

A little while later, it was clear that Tommy's neck had stopped bleeding and the cut was clotting itself.  Ambulance was still a long ways away.  We cancelled the paramedics and I turned to take Mariah's name for my report.  She gave me a name and I quickly ran it on our information channel.  It came up negative.  No involvement with police whatsoever.  My spidey sense lit up.  She must have a warrant or court-ordered conditions to abstain from alcohol.  We brought her down to the car to try to ID her.

It took a while, but we finally got her real name out of her.  She had a warrant.  It was a cheap one for FTA court.  They were a dime a dozen.  She didn't have a bad record.  Just some silly youth charge.  I was about to arrest her, but then we looked over to Tommy who had come down to the car.  There was a huge puddle of blood at his feet.  He had started gushing again.

We ordered another bus on a rush.  We punted her from the car and told her to turn herself in on her warrant first thing the next day.  Then we took Tommy with the ambulance 'cause he was still refusing treatment.

Tommy ended-up getting stitched back together.  He was complaining to the nurse about us keeping him there.  The nurse told him he would have bled to death if we hadn't.

That was the first time I met Tommy.  Stay tuned for parts II to IV.

Dad, Meet Your Daughter's Boyfriend...

Posted by: Blue

Last night we raced to a Residential Break and Enter in progress called in by a neighbour.

We got to the house and there was a pair of shoes, a sweater, and an mp3 player sitting in the snow beneath one of the bungalow's windows.

It didn't look like a B&E.  There was no sign of forced entry, and the window was closed again.  It looked like a teenager sneaking home after being out past curfew.

We knocked.  A groggy male in his mid-forties came to the door.  We explained.  He had a puzzled look on his face.

"That's my daughter's room..."

The shoes were men's skaters.

"I see..."

A fifteen year old girl peeked around the corner of the hallway at us.

A long, awkward pause...

"Ok. Bring him out here.  We need to talk to him."

She shook her head and hid her face with her hands.

"Not asking.  Telling."

She didn't move.  We walked into the room.  There was no one there.  Then I noticed a sock poking out from under the bed... and it appeared to have a foot in it.

"Come out before I come in after you."

The bed started shaking and moving as the lanky teenager tried to clamber out from under the bed.  I had to lift the frame because he was stuck.

We marched him out the door.

"Have you met dad?"

"No."

"Meet dad."

"Hey."

"Hey."

We took him home to his mom.  He had been drinking but wasn't drunk.

"Here's the deal.  I won't give you the $700 tag for drinking under age if you man up and introduce yourself to dad properly."

"Ok."

"I'm gonna phone him and make sure."

"Really?"

"Yup."

"That's gonna be awkward."

Yes it is.

Day Shift: Tour # 2

Posted by: Blue

Today was traffic court.  For my partner.  He told me to find something better to do with my time than sit around waiting for him.

I took the car a few blocks over and met for breakfast with another half of a cruiser car, a school resource officer, and a guy out of a specialty unit in one of the districts to the South of us.

I like breakfast.  It's my favourite meal to eat at a restaurant.  But our household is on a tight budget with the new career and the new cut in pay that comes with it.  I just had a water.

Now, just so you know I didn't do nothing all day, the rest of my day was filled with:

• Info on a Warrant: Probation Officer called it in.  While enroute, the suspect left the dispatch location.  Another unit picked him up.  We showed up, with another unit and the supervisor.  The unit who had found him had court in twenty minutes.  I played "paper/rock/scissors" with the third unit to see who would process him on the warrant.  They lost.
• Suicide Threat: Other end of the city.  Mom called concerned about her daughter.  Daughter was fine, just mad at mom because mom was threatening to stop paying her bills.  We told her not to text her mom things like "maybe I'll just kill myself" just to get her mad.  Then we called Child and Family Services from the car to notify them that this mother might just need a little bit of care as she seemed to be overwhelmed with her children as a single parent.  When we returned to give her some resources and phone numbers, she slammed the door in our faces, telling us "not to bother her with that stuff".
• Wellbeing Check: Assigned as we were cruising by right after clearing the Suicide Threat.  Suddenly cleared before arrival by dispatch, sent back across the city for a high priority Domestic Dispute.  Cleared again by dispatch five minutes later and half-way there, put back on our Wellbeing Check.  Arrived shortly thereafter, female complainant gone.  Security guard on scene advised she had been "tripping out", running around naked.  They kicked her out.  She left on the bus.  We checked all of her known hang-outs, no luck.
•  Traffic Stop: On the way back to the station to type all of our paper.  The driver passed a bus in the oncoming lane while it was picking up passengers, narrowly missing an SUV directly in front of our cruiser.  I was going to tag her fiercely, but my partner convinced me to give her a warning because of her sterling driving record.  I conceded, and just wagged my finger for a while before telling her to thank my partner for the break.  She did.  Sincerely.
• Report Writing: By the end of the day we both had a few reports to write, including a couple from yesterday.  I finished 12 minutes after quitting time.

It was a bit slow today.

Tomorrow we will see how the weekend is going to start.