Posted by: Blue
The drunk woman we breached two nights ago oscillated between pleasant and jovial to bouts of maniacally violent rages.
During her down swings, she would spit and kick at the doors, while "rapping":
"Rack-rack city bitch! Ugly, ugly city bitch! Ugly city bitch, ugly, ugly city bitch! Rack-rack city bitch!"
Find a link to the song here. Be forewarned, the link contains explicit lyrics and mature video content.
Showing posts with label Intox. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Intox. Show all posts
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Monday, March 23, 2015
A Life Changing Moment
Posted by: Blue
Three nights ago I had an impaired driving arrest. He blew 230 mg% (.230 for the Americans). He was around three times the legal limit when we arrested him.
On the way to jail, he told us that we had ruined his life and that his marriage was over.
I looked him in the eye and told him I hoped his marriage was strong enough to weather the trouble he had got himself into. Then I told him that he had no one to blame but himself if it wasn't.
He hung his head and started to cry.
Three nights ago I had an impaired driving arrest. He blew 230 mg% (.230 for the Americans). He was around three times the legal limit when we arrested him.
On the way to jail, he told us that we had ruined his life and that his marriage was over.
I looked him in the eye and told him I hoped his marriage was strong enough to weather the trouble he had got himself into. Then I told him that he had no one to blame but himself if it wasn't.
He hung his head and started to cry.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
The Princess and the Pee
Posted by: Blue
Our 17 year old arrestee had to wait for about five minutes for a female officer to search her. She remained handcuffed and wasn't permitted to use the washroom until she was searched. She kicked at the door for three minutes and then intentionally pissed herself, then rolled around and dragged her hair through the puddle, soaking her clothing and head.
She ended up in a spit sock and RIPP hobble restraints after spitting at us when we walked through the cell door. While we dragged her off to jail as an intoxicated and violent direct lock-up, she left a soggy trail of urine from the cell all the way to the cruiser car.
At the hospital (a mandatory stop for all intoxicated youths), she asked the doctor to check if she was pregnant. She was not.
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Bar Fight
Posted by: Blue
Tonight on my way home after evening shift, I drove past a bar brawl that had spilled into the sidewalk. I pulled a u-ball and watched from the opposite side of the street in case something went south. It took about 25 seconds before the first crew arrived. 4 more followed, including a Street Supervisor.
They turned on the lights and sirens a few blocks before arrival. The drunks scattered. So did I.
Tonight on my way home after evening shift, I drove past a bar brawl that had spilled into the sidewalk. I pulled a u-ball and watched from the opposite side of the street in case something went south. It took about 25 seconds before the first crew arrived. 4 more followed, including a Street Supervisor.
They turned on the lights and sirens a few blocks before arrival. The drunks scattered. So did I.
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Sardines
Posted by: Blue
Most of the intoxicated persons we deal with would rather go into the lock-up than the voluntary side of the shelter.
In the tank, they each have their own washrooms (a grate on the floor) and bed mat, as well as a private room with space to stretch out.
In the shelter, they are ass to elbow, staggered like sardines in a can. The smell is not far off from an old can of fish either.
Most of the intoxicated persons we deal with would rather go into the lock-up than the voluntary side of the shelter.
In the tank, they each have their own washrooms (a grate on the floor) and bed mat, as well as a private room with space to stretch out.
In the shelter, they are ass to elbow, staggered like sardines in a can. The smell is not far off from an old can of fish either.
Monday, May 12, 2014
Mother's Day
Posted by: Blue
Last night we arrested a woman whose two sons had turned her in on breaches.
She was being aggressive with them because she was drunk and they hadn't given her anything for Mother's Day.
She had an abstain clause on her Recognizance. We hooked her and took her direct to jail without stopping for fingerprints. She kicked, spat and cussed us out the whole way there.
Last night we arrested a woman whose two sons had turned her in on breaches.
She was being aggressive with them because she was drunk and they hadn't given her anything for Mother's Day.
She had an abstain clause on her Recognizance. We hooked her and took her direct to jail without stopping for fingerprints. She kicked, spat and cussed us out the whole way there.
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Check Stop
Posted by: Blue
This year for Christmas, I'm T/A'd to traffic for the Check Stop Program. We're hunting out impaired drivers.
Last night we had two ASD passes and a fail, along with quite a number of traffic stops.
The fail was arrested for Drive Impaired and Drive Over 80 mg%. By the time he provided a breath sample on the full sized Breathalyzer, his BAC was down to 70 mg% and 60 mg% for the two tests respectively. He was released with no criminal charges and his license was suspended for 24 hours.
While driving him home, he said "You know? I'm glad that happened. It was a real wake-up call. I know I never want my kids driving drunk. I don't want to set a different example."
I believed him.
He shook my hand and told me "Merry Christmas" when I dropped him off at home.
This year for Christmas, I'm T/A'd to traffic for the Check Stop Program. We're hunting out impaired drivers.
Last night we had two ASD passes and a fail, along with quite a number of traffic stops.
The fail was arrested for Drive Impaired and Drive Over 80 mg%. By the time he provided a breath sample on the full sized Breathalyzer, his BAC was down to 70 mg% and 60 mg% for the two tests respectively. He was released with no criminal charges and his license was suspended for 24 hours.
While driving him home, he said "You know? I'm glad that happened. It was a real wake-up call. I know I never want my kids driving drunk. I don't want to set a different example."
I believed him.
He shook my hand and told me "Merry Christmas" when I dropped him off at home.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Typically Abnormal
Posted by: Blue
A couple weeks ago, we showed-up at a Family Troubles call where the 18 year old son had smashed everything in the house, including breaking the tempered glass storm door with his face.
When we arrived, he was buck naked and swinging from the chandelier (not a figure of speech).
The odd thing about the call, I realized later on, wasn't cuffing him while he was stark naked, nor was it helping him zip-up his pants that I had to put on him.
The strange thing was that I never thought to ask why he was naked in the first place. It just seemed so normal to me that he had no clothes on; perhaps due to his behaviour and intoxicated state.
I had to type into my report later on "It should be noted that it is unknown at time of reporting exactly why the male was naked upon arrival..."
It was a strange threshold to reach in my career when the nudity of a male that I proned-out at Taser-point was little more than a footnote in the report.
A couple weeks ago, we showed-up at a Family Troubles call where the 18 year old son had smashed everything in the house, including breaking the tempered glass storm door with his face.
When we arrived, he was buck naked and swinging from the chandelier (not a figure of speech).
The odd thing about the call, I realized later on, wasn't cuffing him while he was stark naked, nor was it helping him zip-up his pants that I had to put on him.
The strange thing was that I never thought to ask why he was naked in the first place. It just seemed so normal to me that he had no clothes on; perhaps due to his behaviour and intoxicated state.
I had to type into my report later on "It should be noted that it is unknown at time of reporting exactly why the male was naked upon arrival..."
It was a strange threshold to reach in my career when the nudity of a male that I proned-out at Taser-point was little more than a footnote in the report.
Monday, March 25, 2013
The Liquor Store
Posted by: Blue
Two nights ago, we were assigned to a disturbance right out of the station before briefing was complete.
Six minutes later, we were fighting with the suspect in the middle of a crowded liquor store.
We gave him a number of knee strikes aimed at his common peroneal nerves and finally managed to pull his hands from under his body and got him into cuffs.
He was negative for any police involvement other than traffic tickets. He calmed down and ended up at the tank for the next few hours.
My right knee still hurts. I missed the common peroneal and drove my knee straight into his hip.
Two nights ago, we were assigned to a disturbance right out of the station before briefing was complete.
Six minutes later, we were fighting with the suspect in the middle of a crowded liquor store.
We gave him a number of knee strikes aimed at his common peroneal nerves and finally managed to pull his hands from under his body and got him into cuffs.
He was negative for any police involvement other than traffic tickets. He calmed down and ended up at the tank for the next few hours.
My right knee still hurts. I missed the common peroneal and drove my knee straight into his hip.
Saturday, March 23, 2013
The Gambler
Posted by: Blue
Three nights ago, we took a drunk out of a bar. She had lost her whole welfare cheque on the VLT's and was asking other patrons for change.
On the way to her house, we asked her how much she had lost.
"$700."
"I'm on all week on evenings and next week I'm on nights. I don't want to see you in any of the bars. Your kids deserve better."
She broke down crying. "Everything I do is for my kids."
I looked at her in the rear-view mirror. She looked back at me then looked away. She knew I didn't believe that. Neither did she.
Three nights ago, we took a drunk out of a bar. She had lost her whole welfare cheque on the VLT's and was asking other patrons for change.
On the way to her house, we asked her how much she had lost.
"$700."
"I'm on all week on evenings and next week I'm on nights. I don't want to see you in any of the bars. Your kids deserve better."
She broke down crying. "Everything I do is for my kids."
I looked at her in the rear-view mirror. She looked back at me then looked away. She knew I didn't believe that. Neither did she.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Downright Bang-able
Posted by: Blue
A few nights ago, while lodging a drunk male at the tank, he turned to my partner and said "You're pretty cute..." Then he turned towards me and said "But he's downright bang-able".
Now I think JT's jealous of my sex appeal.
A few nights ago, while lodging a drunk male at the tank, he turned to my partner and said "You're pretty cute..." Then he turned towards me and said "But he's downright bang-able".
Now I think JT's jealous of my sex appeal.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Complaints
Posted by: Blue
Today, my Sergeant sent me a message in the car; "There's an envelope for you in the shift bunk".
It is a formal complaint which has been lodged with the police "watchdog" agency over the conduct of myself and a couple other officers on my shift.
The complainant was arrested for driving impaired and had to be handcuffed and shackled and at times held down to keep her from smashing her head on the cement floor of the cell.
Her children were put into temporary foster care while she was in jail awaiting bail approval.
I try not to take it personally, but every time I think of her, I think of the state that I found those children in; sleeping in a room full of dog shit all over the floor, nothing but rotten food in the fridge and empty cereal boxes on the shelves, dirty, un-bathed and no proper winter clothing to be found.
Her 7 year old girl was in the vehicle with her as she sped drunk and high through residential areas. The poor sweetheart wasn't buckled in and kept rattling around in the trunk area of the van along with all of the empty liquor containers. My Sergeant and I gave her chips and soda while she played games on my iPhone and her mother screamed away in the cell on the floor above us.
I hope she goes to jail for a long time.
At the same time, I hope she doesn't, so her kids never have to enter the foster system permanently. It's worse than all of that because they will likely never have each other again and each other is their only salvation from their mother.
Some people must be stopped from having children. But personal "rights" take priority, even if they infringe on other good and innocent people's rights and freedoms.
Today, my Sergeant sent me a message in the car; "There's an envelope for you in the shift bunk".
It is a formal complaint which has been lodged with the police "watchdog" agency over the conduct of myself and a couple other officers on my shift.
The complainant was arrested for driving impaired and had to be handcuffed and shackled and at times held down to keep her from smashing her head on the cement floor of the cell.
Her children were put into temporary foster care while she was in jail awaiting bail approval.
I try not to take it personally, but every time I think of her, I think of the state that I found those children in; sleeping in a room full of dog shit all over the floor, nothing but rotten food in the fridge and empty cereal boxes on the shelves, dirty, un-bathed and no proper winter clothing to be found.
Her 7 year old girl was in the vehicle with her as she sped drunk and high through residential areas. The poor sweetheart wasn't buckled in and kept rattling around in the trunk area of the van along with all of the empty liquor containers. My Sergeant and I gave her chips and soda while she played games on my iPhone and her mother screamed away in the cell on the floor above us.
I hope she goes to jail for a long time.
At the same time, I hope she doesn't, so her kids never have to enter the foster system permanently. It's worse than all of that because they will likely never have each other again and each other is their only salvation from their mother.
Some people must be stopped from having children. But personal "rights" take priority, even if they infringe on other good and innocent people's rights and freedoms.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Cold
Posted by: Blue
In the coldest months of the winter, people often come up with strange ways to stay warm.
I frequently see all of the elements on the stove glowing red hot while the oven door is wide open, trying to heat the kitchen.
Lately, I have been going into houses where there are blankets and quilts nailed over the doors and windows to stop drafts.
Last night, on a disturbance call, we knocked on the front door of the house.
"GO AROUND TO THE BACK DOOR!"
We knocked on the back door. Rustling and bustling was heard. The door finally cracked open and the Steward of the Manor lifted a questionable blanket like a tent flap for us to enter into the home. We had to duck under the material (quickly and with as much agility as possible to avoid chances of bed bugs living in the tapestry dropping on our heads) and then edge past the butler; a middle-aged gentleman with a uniform consisting of a beer shirt and dirty "athletic" pants (though I doubt they had ever been used for their intended design) and a mouth full of rotting teeth and spaces where teeth had already rotted away. His breath smelled like Death and Hades riding out to drag souls back to Hell (and stale beer).
"I see you guys have the blanket fort all set up..."
He guffawed and a droplet of spittle landed on my cheek.
The Lady of the House proceeded to explain to us that the blankets were to keep the cold out, completely missing the jocularity in my jab, pointing to a small snow drift in the entryway, which had worked itself through a large 2" gap where the rest of the bottom of the door should have been. She was also well into the beer, and kept telling me that it was okay because her daughter was babysitting her newborn and her house was clean, (which was a low-down-dirty-lie), so I didn't have to call CFS.
We quickly tidied up the call and excused ourselves.
I stood outside in the -45 C (-49 F) for a full 15 minutes, hoping to freeze any bed bugs out of my clothing should they have successfully stowed-away.
In the coldest months of the winter, people often come up with strange ways to stay warm.
I frequently see all of the elements on the stove glowing red hot while the oven door is wide open, trying to heat the kitchen.
Lately, I have been going into houses where there are blankets and quilts nailed over the doors and windows to stop drafts.
Last night, on a disturbance call, we knocked on the front door of the house.
"GO AROUND TO THE BACK DOOR!"
We knocked on the back door. Rustling and bustling was heard. The door finally cracked open and the Steward of the Manor lifted a questionable blanket like a tent flap for us to enter into the home. We had to duck under the material (quickly and with as much agility as possible to avoid chances of bed bugs living in the tapestry dropping on our heads) and then edge past the butler; a middle-aged gentleman with a uniform consisting of a beer shirt and dirty "athletic" pants (though I doubt they had ever been used for their intended design) and a mouth full of rotting teeth and spaces where teeth had already rotted away. His breath smelled like Death and Hades riding out to drag souls back to Hell (and stale beer).
"I see you guys have the blanket fort all set up..."
He guffawed and a droplet of spittle landed on my cheek.
The Lady of the House proceeded to explain to us that the blankets were to keep the cold out, completely missing the jocularity in my jab, pointing to a small snow drift in the entryway, which had worked itself through a large 2" gap where the rest of the bottom of the door should have been. She was also well into the beer, and kept telling me that it was okay because her daughter was babysitting her newborn and her house was clean, (which was a low-down-dirty-lie), so I didn't have to call CFS.
We quickly tidied up the call and excused ourselves.
I stood outside in the -45 C (-49 F) for a full 15 minutes, hoping to freeze any bed bugs out of my clothing should they have successfully stowed-away.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
No One Said You Had to be Smart
Posted by: Blue
Two days ago, one of the other crews had an intoxicated prisoner in one of the cells. They filled out a property form and asked him to sign for the items that they had taken for safekeeping. His name was Isaac.
The first attempt at a signature was painfully slow.... then he scribbled it out, presumably due to a spelling error. His next attempt stuck. This is how he spelled "Isaac":
Two days ago, one of the other crews had an intoxicated prisoner in one of the cells. They filled out a property form and asked him to sign for the items that they had taken for safekeeping. His name was Isaac.
The first attempt at a signature was painfully slow.... then he scribbled it out, presumably due to a spelling error. His next attempt stuck. This is how he spelled "Isaac":
That's right. "I - Backwards 3 - Backwards 3 - 9 - C".
I've encountered a number of illiterates already, but none that couldn't spell their own name. Wow.
Remarkably, his last name was correctly spelled on the first attempt.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Impaired
Posted by: Blue
Last night, on an Impaired Driving arrest (the worst possible type of call and arrest in terms of paperwork and B.S.), our guy tried to sprint when we opened the cruiser car door at the station. We watched him take 2 steps and then bail in the gravel, likely because he only had one shoe on (he had lost the other trying to jump a fence running from K9). The turf surf was pretty harsh, 'cause he was cuffed behind the back per policy.
Nothing to break his fall but his face.
Sometimes, Karma does the ass-kicking for us.
Last night, on an Impaired Driving arrest (the worst possible type of call and arrest in terms of paperwork and B.S.), our guy tried to sprint when we opened the cruiser car door at the station. We watched him take 2 steps and then bail in the gravel, likely because he only had one shoe on (he had lost the other trying to jump a fence running from K9). The turf surf was pretty harsh, 'cause he was cuffed behind the back per policy.
Nothing to break his fall but his face.
Sometimes, Karma does the ass-kicking for us.
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Anthony
Posted by: Blue
The other day, while on a bathroom break at Mickey D's, a young, drunk Native male walked up to me and offered his hand, introducing himself as "Tony".
I shook his hand. He said "Mind if I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"I wanna work with kids but I have a history... a violent history to be honest..."
"OK."
"What should I do?"
It was 3 a.m. and he was downtown, alone in a rough neighbourhood.
"Go home and go to bed. No one ever gets in trouble while they're sleeping. Stay out of trouble for a few years and then apply for a pardon."
"OK."
I ran him when I got back to the car. He had been convicted of Manslaughter at 18 years old for stabbing a youth to death in a fight. Under our sickeningly lax laws, he was released on parole after 3 years.
I hope he never gets pardoned. No one needs him "working" with their kids.
The other day, while on a bathroom break at Mickey D's, a young, drunk Native male walked up to me and offered his hand, introducing himself as "Tony".
I shook his hand. He said "Mind if I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"I wanna work with kids but I have a history... a violent history to be honest..."
"OK."
"What should I do?"
It was 3 a.m. and he was downtown, alone in a rough neighbourhood.
"Go home and go to bed. No one ever gets in trouble while they're sleeping. Stay out of trouble for a few years and then apply for a pardon."
"OK."
I ran him when I got back to the car. He had been convicted of Manslaughter at 18 years old for stabbing a youth to death in a fight. Under our sickeningly lax laws, he was released on parole after 3 years.
I hope he never gets pardoned. No one needs him "working" with their kids.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Drunk
Posted by: Blue
Last night was a flurry of drunks. Not unlike most other weekends.
Drunk # 1:
Drunk # 2:
Last night was a flurry of drunks. Not unlike most other weekends.
Drunk # 1:
- Wandering in traffic
- Kept answering "That's right" to questions like: "What's your address?"
- Wearing his shirt around his neck like a scarf
Drunk # 2:
- Call info: intox. male, c/b (concious/breathing), passed-out at party.... (if he's passed out, he's not concious...?)
- No one in the house knew who he was.
- Couldn't stand on his own feet
- Had a huge 6" x 6" scar from previous brain surgery
Drunk # 3:
- On a tear for his bachelor party but his friends had ditched him
- Almost naked when we found him (underwear hanging halfway down his arse)
- Kept asking me if I played hockey and then telling me I was a waste of tall when I told him I didn't
Drunk # 4:
- Found while we were trying to find a place for Drunk # 3 to sober-up
- Was trying to drink out of his cell phone when I told him to call a friend to pick him up
- Went from not being able to walk down stairs under his own power to explaining technical details about flying F-18 fighter jets within 25 minutes
- His friends had also ditched him
Saturday, April 7, 2012
No Booze
Posted by: Blue
Today we haven't had a call for service all day. The city is eerily quiet.
Yesterday was Good Friday and no booze stores or bars were open.
The crime rate has dropped consistently in parallel with blood alcohol levels.
Today we haven't had a call for service all day. The city is eerily quiet.
Yesterday was Good Friday and no booze stores or bars were open.
The crime rate has dropped consistently in parallel with blood alcohol levels.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
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.
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.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Mental Health
Posted by: Blue
The cruiser car fishtailed around a slick corner slightly as I accelerated out of a turn. The night was lit up in all directions with the reflections of red white and blue lights. The siren wailed, then yelped, then wailed again as I went through red lights on the way to our call.
Dispatch came over the radio again: "For the information of all units on the priority two weapons call: the female is now stating that the male with the gun has it against her head and he is going to kill her unless police came right away."
The rpm's climbed. The brake fade started to become evident as we neared our call location.
One after another, within about 30 seconds, the five crews sounded-off that they were arriving. We were third on scene after our supervisor and a downtown car.
None of us were in our home district. We had come flying in from all different corners of the city. The South cars were all tied-up.
We ran up to the door, myself and another guy from downtown standing on opposite sides of the door, the other cops covering the back exits and windows. The house was in darkness.
I knocked. There was a delay, then a rustling heard inside. I waited. My earpiece chirped "For the information of all units on the gun call, the female is now giving a different address across the street from the original address she gave.
The front step light came on. A sleepy middle-aged male came to the door in his underwear. "Can I help you?" he asked groggily...
My radio chirped again "Dispatch, that second address doesn't exist. Can you confirm please?"
"Sir, we've had a 911 call to this address regarding guns. I'm going to need to come inside and check the well-being of everyone here."
Eight officers pushed past the male as he stammered "okay... but I don't have any guns!"
The house was cleared and as we were apologizing to the homeowner, dispatch came on again; "The female is now stating that she isn't sure of the address, but she is demanding that police come soon before she's dead. Cell triangulation shows she is somewhere over in the East Division."
"Dispatch from street supervisor, I'm just looking at historic calls from this female... it seems she frequents an address over in the East Division. We'll head down there."
Again the cruisers jumped to life and roared across the city. We were there in four minutes.
The address had a suite in the basement. We went around back and knocked on the door, only to find it was ajar. We slowly descended the stairs, turning on the light as we went. There was a female figure hunched-over on her phone in the dark, whispering into the microphone.
We approached her carefully. My partner softly said "Ainsley?"
She spun around, a fearful, confused look in her eyes. I spotted the meth pipe next to her on the arm of the couch. I grabbed it as she tried to swat it away.
We calmed her down and brought her to the hospital. She begged us not to. She said she had Schizophrenia, anxiety and she was bi-polar. She said she was just having a bad night. Her boyfriend usually calmed her down and helped her with the voices in her head, but she didn't know where he was. Hadn't seen him in a few days. Hadn't been on her meds in a week.
We sat with her at the hospital until the psych doctor could see her. She had a conversation with people we couldn't see the entire time we were there.
The doc said it had been more like a month that she had been off her meds. And they took a full week to begin to work. They were going to release her until my partner requested the doctor speak to her a little more in depth. The doc reluctantly agreed.
Ten minutes later, he came out of the room and said "Yeah... we'll be keeping her."
She was 29 years old and she must have been beautiful before the meth took control of her.
The cruiser car fishtailed around a slick corner slightly as I accelerated out of a turn. The night was lit up in all directions with the reflections of red white and blue lights. The siren wailed, then yelped, then wailed again as I went through red lights on the way to our call.
Dispatch came over the radio again: "For the information of all units on the priority two weapons call: the female is now stating that the male with the gun has it against her head and he is going to kill her unless police came right away."
The rpm's climbed. The brake fade started to become evident as we neared our call location.
One after another, within about 30 seconds, the five crews sounded-off that they were arriving. We were third on scene after our supervisor and a downtown car.
None of us were in our home district. We had come flying in from all different corners of the city. The South cars were all tied-up.
We ran up to the door, myself and another guy from downtown standing on opposite sides of the door, the other cops covering the back exits and windows. The house was in darkness.
I knocked. There was a delay, then a rustling heard inside. I waited. My earpiece chirped "For the information of all units on the gun call, the female is now giving a different address across the street from the original address she gave.
The front step light came on. A sleepy middle-aged male came to the door in his underwear. "Can I help you?" he asked groggily...
My radio chirped again "Dispatch, that second address doesn't exist. Can you confirm please?"
"Sir, we've had a 911 call to this address regarding guns. I'm going to need to come inside and check the well-being of everyone here."
Eight officers pushed past the male as he stammered "okay... but I don't have any guns!"
The house was cleared and as we were apologizing to the homeowner, dispatch came on again; "The female is now stating that she isn't sure of the address, but she is demanding that police come soon before she's dead. Cell triangulation shows she is somewhere over in the East Division."
"Dispatch from street supervisor, I'm just looking at historic calls from this female... it seems she frequents an address over in the East Division. We'll head down there."
Again the cruisers jumped to life and roared across the city. We were there in four minutes.
The address had a suite in the basement. We went around back and knocked on the door, only to find it was ajar. We slowly descended the stairs, turning on the light as we went. There was a female figure hunched-over on her phone in the dark, whispering into the microphone.
We approached her carefully. My partner softly said "Ainsley?"
She spun around, a fearful, confused look in her eyes. I spotted the meth pipe next to her on the arm of the couch. I grabbed it as she tried to swat it away.
We calmed her down and brought her to the hospital. She begged us not to. She said she had Schizophrenia, anxiety and she was bi-polar. She said she was just having a bad night. Her boyfriend usually calmed her down and helped her with the voices in her head, but she didn't know where he was. Hadn't seen him in a few days. Hadn't been on her meds in a week.
We sat with her at the hospital until the psych doctor could see her. She had a conversation with people we couldn't see the entire time we were there.
The doc said it had been more like a month that she had been off her meds. And they took a full week to begin to work. They were going to release her until my partner requested the doctor speak to her a little more in depth. The doc reluctantly agreed.
Ten minutes later, he came out of the room and said "Yeah... we'll be keeping her."
She was 29 years old and she must have been beautiful before the meth took control of her.
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