Posted by: Blue
If you lie about your name, make sure the person you are trying to say that you are does not have a warrant.
You'll get pinched on your breaches, plus charged with Personation.
We always know. Fingerprints don't lie.
Showing posts with label Liars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Liars. Show all posts
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Lights Down
Posted by: Blue
Last night, a fire on a hydro pole (utility pole for any Americans) cut power to a few square blocks in an industrial and business area near the airport.
JT and I were stuck directing traffic for 9 hours. When the signals crew finally arrived, it took them all of 6 minutes to solve the problem.
Before that, we had a weapons call. When we showed up, the complainant identified the gun as a "Glock with a brown handle that was a 5-shot revolver, 9mm..." It was apparently in an unidentified male's waistband but only the grip was seen. The complainant was certain of each detail.
We could tell he was lying because of the way he described the gun (not to mention all four of the officer's spidey senses were going haywire). Just try a Google search for a weapon that includes all of those details. If you can find it, you're a better cop than I.
He admitted to his B.S. when I called him on it. JT told him not to lie to the police any more 'cause he wasn't smart enough.
Last night, a fire on a hydro pole (utility pole for any Americans) cut power to a few square blocks in an industrial and business area near the airport.
JT and I were stuck directing traffic for 9 hours. When the signals crew finally arrived, it took them all of 6 minutes to solve the problem.
Before that, we had a weapons call. When we showed up, the complainant identified the gun as a "Glock with a brown handle that was a 5-shot revolver, 9mm..." It was apparently in an unidentified male's waistband but only the grip was seen. The complainant was certain of each detail.
We could tell he was lying because of the way he described the gun (not to mention all four of the officer's spidey senses were going haywire). Just try a Google search for a weapon that includes all of those details. If you can find it, you're a better cop than I.
He admitted to his B.S. when I called him on it. JT told him not to lie to the police any more 'cause he wasn't smart enough.
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.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Identification
Posted by: Blue
When a person has been arrested, they must be positively identified under the Identification of Criminals Act. This includes fingerprinting and photographs as well as documenting any tattoos, birthmarks, scars, missing fingers or limbs, missing or broken teeth, height, hair colour, body type, sex, apparent and actual race, and any other distinguishing features.
When you are fingerprinted with our Service, you are given a fingerprint number for filing into our internal database. When you are added into the federal database, you are given a federal number; an FPS Number (Fingerprint System Number).
When we "run" people, one of the first indicators which we look for is if they have "numbers". If they have numbers it means they've been arrested. If they have numbers on our city database, it means they have a picture on file.
Most of the people we deal with have no ID. They also love to lie to us especially when they have conditions they are breaching or warrants they are evading arrest for. It has become accepted by the courts to identify a person by way of their photograph on our system.
Many a time have I spent finding someone's photo on the system by detail searching tattoos or scars, even height, weight and address. When I have to resort to that, ten to one, a little red icon pops up next to the person's real name indicating a warrant. If there's no warrant, I know that they're breaching court ordered conditions such as a curfew or not to consume intoxicants. Then we take their birthdate and legal name off of our system, run it on the federal system; CPIC (Canadian Police Information Centre). Bingo, up pop the conditions of release and previous convictions.
When a person lies about their name, I usually give them a couple of opportunities to come clean, making sure that they understand that if I have to take them for fingerprinting just to ID them that they're gonna be dealing with a hell of a grumpy cop. If they persist in lying, there are two criminal charges to be decided between: Personation With Intent to Gain Advantage (if the person they are claiming to be is a real person, whether living or dead), or Public Mischief; Cause Someone Else to be Suspected (If the person they are claiming to be does not exist).
Not every time, but almost every time, you can tell when someone is lying almost immediately. They fidget and think too hard. They take longer to answer simple questions and they change their answers to the same question asked two different ways. You can also get a gut feeling over whether or not someone should have numbers and then question why the person with face tattoos that say "West Side", "OG" (original gangster), or "Thug Life 4 Eva" doesn't have a picture on the system.
Other dead give-away tattoos I have seen that make it very hard to lie about who you really are:
When a person has been arrested, they must be positively identified under the Identification of Criminals Act. This includes fingerprinting and photographs as well as documenting any tattoos, birthmarks, scars, missing fingers or limbs, missing or broken teeth, height, hair colour, body type, sex, apparent and actual race, and any other distinguishing features.
When you are fingerprinted with our Service, you are given a fingerprint number for filing into our internal database. When you are added into the federal database, you are given a federal number; an FPS Number (Fingerprint System Number).
When we "run" people, one of the first indicators which we look for is if they have "numbers". If they have numbers it means they've been arrested. If they have numbers on our city database, it means they have a picture on file.
Most of the people we deal with have no ID. They also love to lie to us especially when they have conditions they are breaching or warrants they are evading arrest for. It has become accepted by the courts to identify a person by way of their photograph on our system.
Many a time have I spent finding someone's photo on the system by detail searching tattoos or scars, even height, weight and address. When I have to resort to that, ten to one, a little red icon pops up next to the person's real name indicating a warrant. If there's no warrant, I know that they're breaching court ordered conditions such as a curfew or not to consume intoxicants. Then we take their birthdate and legal name off of our system, run it on the federal system; CPIC (Canadian Police Information Centre). Bingo, up pop the conditions of release and previous convictions.
When a person lies about their name, I usually give them a couple of opportunities to come clean, making sure that they understand that if I have to take them for fingerprinting just to ID them that they're gonna be dealing with a hell of a grumpy cop. If they persist in lying, there are two criminal charges to be decided between: Personation With Intent to Gain Advantage (if the person they are claiming to be is a real person, whether living or dead), or Public Mischief; Cause Someone Else to be Suspected (If the person they are claiming to be does not exist).
Not every time, but almost every time, you can tell when someone is lying almost immediately. They fidget and think too hard. They take longer to answer simple questions and they change their answers to the same question asked two different ways. You can also get a gut feeling over whether or not someone should have numbers and then question why the person with face tattoos that say "West Side", "OG" (original gangster), or "Thug Life 4 Eva" doesn't have a picture on the system.
Other dead give-away tattoos I have seen that make it very hard to lie about who you really are:
- Tear drop tattoos
- FPS number tattooed on the neck or anywhere else (this makes things very easy when we get a surveillance camera still of a robbery or something similar)
- Anything written in cursive on your neck or face
- Dollar signs
- The word "Gangster" anywhere on your body
- Anything that is clearly done in faded ballpoint pen ink, designating it as "prison ink"
- Any number of gang abbreviations or initials
- Profanities tattooed anywhere
- Your own name tattooed on yourself
Monday, October 1, 2012
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.
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.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Answers IV
Posted by: Blue
Courtesy of Jordan:
11. Are police in your area required (or encouraged) to take any mental health training, such as suicide intervention training or courses on mental illnesses?
12. Has your opinion on human nature changed since becoming a police officer? If so, in what way?
11. Yes. We are required to take both mental health training and suicide intervention training as well as courses on mental illnesses and the frequent addictions that come with them.
Of course, compared to the realities that we deal with, the simple part-day courses are borderline useless, not to mention taught by "experts" who frequently have no real-life experience talking a person off a ledge (literally or figuratively) or dealing with the aftermath of a complete suicide.
Most officers become experts in their own right at dealing with people who are both legitimately suicidal (a very low percentage of suicide threat calls), and those who are attention-seeking, manipulative, and spiteful. One of the most common reasons for a suicide threat call to be entered in my opinion is that people have limited or no coping skills and are angry at themselves or those around them and wish to lash-out, knowing that hurting themselves or threatening to is a very quick way of hurting others. The difficult thing for officers is to try to help people in these situations and in legitimately life-threatening situations. The health care system does not care, nor do their family or friends often, if they even have any. Often times mental health issues combined with increased vulnerabilities to addictions provide for a combination which effectively isolates the person from anyone who would wish to help them. They are constantly pushed through a revolving-door health care system which provides no long-term or follow-up care. Without the ability to forcibly treat persons who do not wish to be treated for their illnesses, the cycle continues.
Police, doctors and judges all have the ability to determine legally that a person is a danger to themselves or to others and cause them to undergo mandatory psychological evaluation, however it is only the police who take that person into custody forcibly if necessary, including under the orders of a doctor or judge.
It is rare to show-up to a suicide threat call and have someone who is genuinely suicidal. Just like someone who is truly homicidal, there are few things that will convince a person who is determined to commit suicide not to. People threaten to kill others all the time out of anger or in the heat of emotion. The same is true with suicide threats. Genuinely suicidal people are the ones that are often unreported. These calls are usually Sudden Deaths - Suicide. One who is determined, succeeds. Instead, the calls frequently walk a fine line between medical issues (poor medication or lack of medication or misdiagnosed or undiagnosed mental health issues) and police issues (active cutting, attempted hanging, overdose, standing on a bridge etc.) In my opinion, there is no classroom training that prepares you properly to determine the difference.
We respond to suicide threats at the very least once a week per crew, often once every two or three days. Dozens of calls are entered city-wide daily.
12. My opinion on human nature has not changed. I have always believed that people are selfish, perverse, liars, violent, and hurtful to others. I just have more opportunity in this job to see these things embodied. That is not to say I don't also believe that there is the ability for people to choose good, only that it goes against the grain of human nature to do so, and that there are varying degrees of the vices I mentioned. It is clear to me, however that there is no difference to one side of the law than the other other than that those on this side of it seem to try a little harder to stifle their bad instinct. It still comes seeping out though in the mistakes we make when we lose our tempers or in the selfishness we show when we do things like judge a situation based on our own emotions towards it (whether consciously or subconsciously). Those on one side of the law - in general - wish to choose right over wrong and they sometimes don't. Those on the other side do not necessarily wish to choose wrong over right, but they often do.
P.S. These are loaded questions with loaded answers (though I took further liberties with the scope of the first question than the second) and I do not intend to begin a debate by posting either. I am welcome to civil responses and disputes, however understand that I am posting my opinions based on my experiences and beliefs.
Courtesy of Jordan:
11. Are police in your area required (or encouraged) to take any mental health training, such as suicide intervention training or courses on mental illnesses?
12. Has your opinion on human nature changed since becoming a police officer? If so, in what way?
11. Yes. We are required to take both mental health training and suicide intervention training as well as courses on mental illnesses and the frequent addictions that come with them.
Of course, compared to the realities that we deal with, the simple part-day courses are borderline useless, not to mention taught by "experts" who frequently have no real-life experience talking a person off a ledge (literally or figuratively) or dealing with the aftermath of a complete suicide.
Most officers become experts in their own right at dealing with people who are both legitimately suicidal (a very low percentage of suicide threat calls), and those who are attention-seeking, manipulative, and spiteful. One of the most common reasons for a suicide threat call to be entered in my opinion is that people have limited or no coping skills and are angry at themselves or those around them and wish to lash-out, knowing that hurting themselves or threatening to is a very quick way of hurting others. The difficult thing for officers is to try to help people in these situations and in legitimately life-threatening situations. The health care system does not care, nor do their family or friends often, if they even have any. Often times mental health issues combined with increased vulnerabilities to addictions provide for a combination which effectively isolates the person from anyone who would wish to help them. They are constantly pushed through a revolving-door health care system which provides no long-term or follow-up care. Without the ability to forcibly treat persons who do not wish to be treated for their illnesses, the cycle continues.
Police, doctors and judges all have the ability to determine legally that a person is a danger to themselves or to others and cause them to undergo mandatory psychological evaluation, however it is only the police who take that person into custody forcibly if necessary, including under the orders of a doctor or judge.
It is rare to show-up to a suicide threat call and have someone who is genuinely suicidal. Just like someone who is truly homicidal, there are few things that will convince a person who is determined to commit suicide not to. People threaten to kill others all the time out of anger or in the heat of emotion. The same is true with suicide threats. Genuinely suicidal people are the ones that are often unreported. These calls are usually Sudden Deaths - Suicide. One who is determined, succeeds. Instead, the calls frequently walk a fine line between medical issues (poor medication or lack of medication or misdiagnosed or undiagnosed mental health issues) and police issues (active cutting, attempted hanging, overdose, standing on a bridge etc.) In my opinion, there is no classroom training that prepares you properly to determine the difference.
We respond to suicide threats at the very least once a week per crew, often once every two or three days. Dozens of calls are entered city-wide daily.
12. My opinion on human nature has not changed. I have always believed that people are selfish, perverse, liars, violent, and hurtful to others. I just have more opportunity in this job to see these things embodied. That is not to say I don't also believe that there is the ability for people to choose good, only that it goes against the grain of human nature to do so, and that there are varying degrees of the vices I mentioned. It is clear to me, however that there is no difference to one side of the law than the other other than that those on this side of it seem to try a little harder to stifle their bad instinct. It still comes seeping out though in the mistakes we make when we lose our tempers or in the selfishness we show when we do things like judge a situation based on our own emotions towards it (whether consciously or subconsciously). Those on one side of the law - in general - wish to choose right over wrong and they sometimes don't. Those on the other side do not necessarily wish to choose wrong over right, but they often do.
P.S. These are loaded questions with loaded answers (though I took further liberties with the scope of the first question than the second) and I do not intend to begin a debate by posting either. I am welcome to civil responses and disputes, however understand that I am posting my opinions based on my experiences and beliefs.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
What Are Friends For?
Posted by: Blue
A few days ago my partner and I were parked on one of the major streets in our district, catching-up on a report. I was jumping and I was grumpy because a woman had promised to turn herself in on a warrant that we hadn't had time to deal with the day before. She lied. I hate that.
It was a beautiful night so we had the windows down when a bright red Grand Am went flying by with a male in the rear right passenger seat who yelled something unintelligible at us as he passed.
"Light him up, JT." I said.
JT already had his finger on the Federal System switch. We pulled them over a few blocks later in a parking lot.
The passengers were all ID'd. The driver gave us a name and said he didn't have a licence on him.
He lied. I hate that.
He gave us the name of his brother too, so that's Personation. In the end, he was a Prohibited Driver (criminal offence, not traffic violation), had a warrant for Fail to Appear in Court, and also was done for the new Personation charge. The funny part was that two of the other three passengers had valid licences.
I told him his dumb-dumb buddy got him arrested just because he was leaning out a window and yelling something to grab our attention.
He said: "What are friends for, anyway?"
A few days ago my partner and I were parked on one of the major streets in our district, catching-up on a report. I was jumping and I was grumpy because a woman had promised to turn herself in on a warrant that we hadn't had time to deal with the day before. She lied. I hate that.
It was a beautiful night so we had the windows down when a bright red Grand Am went flying by with a male in the rear right passenger seat who yelled something unintelligible at us as he passed.
"Light him up, JT." I said.
JT already had his finger on the Federal System switch. We pulled them over a few blocks later in a parking lot.
The passengers were all ID'd. The driver gave us a name and said he didn't have a licence on him.
He lied. I hate that.
He gave us the name of his brother too, so that's Personation. In the end, he was a Prohibited Driver (criminal offence, not traffic violation), had a warrant for Fail to Appear in Court, and also was done for the new Personation charge. The funny part was that two of the other three passengers had valid licences.
I told him his dumb-dumb buddy got him arrested just because he was leaning out a window and yelling something to grab our attention.
He said: "What are friends for, anyway?"
Monday, March 26, 2012
The Elusive Truth
Back in the fall while dealing with a third party who was sticking their nose too far into an investigation and "demanding" a certain person be arrested, my partner JT said:
"Listen! Arresting people is easy. I could do that all day long. My job is to try to find the truth.... and that is a much, much harder thing to do."
"Listen! Arresting people is easy. I could do that all day long. My job is to try to find the truth.... and that is a much, much harder thing to do."
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Fraud
Posted by: Blue
Two days ago, I was temporarily assigned (TA'd) to the downtown division for the night. I took a false alarm commercial hold-up alarm and then we were assigned to a disturbance at a nearby restaurant.
We arrived on scene to find a beligerent male who had tried to pay for his meal with a credit card. The transaction was declined and the male became agitated when the manager asked him if he remembered his PIN.
Long story short, this guy had stolen a credit card from his newly deceased roommate and decided to go out for a night on the town.
Identity theft and idetity fraud are a little tricky to write-up, but my task was made even more difficult as the accused kept pestering us to use the bathroom every few minutes.
After the third time in the bathroom in less than 20 minutes, he had the audacity to ask me what was taking so long and why he wasn't on his way to Provincial Remand yet. I told him that if he could hold his bowels for more than 4 minutes at a time, I might be able to finish briefing my Sgt. and get on with my reports.
The accused looked me square in the eye and said "It's that damn 'Paki' food. It gave me diarrhea. I'm never going back there."
I told him that he was most assuredly less than welcome anyway, as he had stolen his meal that night and then made an ass of himself first with the staff and then with my partner and I. I then proceeded to explain to him that the family restaurant which he had ingratiatingly attempted to defraud with a credit card belonging to the estate of a recently deceased friend and cancer patient was in fact East Indian in race, and it would behove a gentleman in his position to keep a civil tongue in his head as I was getting tired of potty-training at the moment.
He told me that he was glad I was doing my job so well and that it was just what God wanted me to do. He said that he had it all planned out, because he had been evicted of late by the "landlady from hell" and he was looking forward to staying in the "Remand Hotel".
I told him that I was glad that he was excited to go to jail, but that it was the taxpayers of the Province sending him there due to his crimes, not God.
Some people just don't get it.
Two days ago, I was temporarily assigned (TA'd) to the downtown division for the night. I took a false alarm commercial hold-up alarm and then we were assigned to a disturbance at a nearby restaurant.
We arrived on scene to find a beligerent male who had tried to pay for his meal with a credit card. The transaction was declined and the male became agitated when the manager asked him if he remembered his PIN.
Long story short, this guy had stolen a credit card from his newly deceased roommate and decided to go out for a night on the town.
Identity theft and idetity fraud are a little tricky to write-up, but my task was made even more difficult as the accused kept pestering us to use the bathroom every few minutes.
After the third time in the bathroom in less than 20 minutes, he had the audacity to ask me what was taking so long and why he wasn't on his way to Provincial Remand yet. I told him that if he could hold his bowels for more than 4 minutes at a time, I might be able to finish briefing my Sgt. and get on with my reports.
The accused looked me square in the eye and said "It's that damn 'Paki' food. It gave me diarrhea. I'm never going back there."
I told him that he was most assuredly less than welcome anyway, as he had stolen his meal that night and then made an ass of himself first with the staff and then with my partner and I. I then proceeded to explain to him that the family restaurant which he had ingratiatingly attempted to defraud with a credit card belonging to the estate of a recently deceased friend and cancer patient was in fact East Indian in race, and it would behove a gentleman in his position to keep a civil tongue in his head as I was getting tired of potty-training at the moment.
He told me that he was glad I was doing my job so well and that it was just what God wanted me to do. He said that he had it all planned out, because he had been evicted of late by the "landlady from hell" and he was looking forward to staying in the "Remand Hotel".
I told him that I was glad that he was excited to go to jail, but that it was the taxpayers of the Province sending him there due to his crimes, not God.
Some people just don't get it.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Day Shift: Tour # 3
This morning, my partner and I attended a Suspicious Circumstance call. Initial information was that there was an unknown male in front of the complainant's house "possibly stealing internet".
When we got there, the male was sleeping in the front seat of his black VW Jetta, no laptop in sight. I knocked on the window and prepared for the worst, trying to peer through the dark tinted windows. Even as the first call of the day, my partner would be typing an impaired driver until the end of the shift. They take forever to process.
The male woke up, and was startled and sleepy, but sober as a judge.
It would seem that the nighshift had already had a run-in with him, and towed his car for having invalid insurance.
It would also seem that they had it towed to a different address... but how did it get here now... with him inside of it...? Such a strange thing. It was almost as though he had another tow truck tow it two blocks over, away from his home... Unless... He wouldn't have driven it would he?! That would be illegal! Again! After the other crew gave him a break instead of impounding it; allowing him to tow it home! That scallywag! Knave! Rapscallion!
We tagged him again. And seized his plates. We would have impounded it, except that upon further investigation, we realized that the insurance on his actual car was fine. He just had the wrong plates on the vehicle; a ticketable offence, but not towable.
Our entire shift went to a course last week on vehicle inspections. We have the power to pull any vehicle to the side of the road and inspect it for safety purposes. It is generally possible to tow approximately 65% of the vehicles on our roadways for failing to meet the safety requirements necessary (according to our Vehicle Inspection Unit's statistics). Since the course, I have been itching for a chance to find some vehicles to practice on. I suggested to my partner that we try with a grin. He rolled his eyes and told me it was still early and dark and cold.
Maybe tomorrow, when I am in the jumper seat.
When we got there, the male was sleeping in the front seat of his black VW Jetta, no laptop in sight. I knocked on the window and prepared for the worst, trying to peer through the dark tinted windows. Even as the first call of the day, my partner would be typing an impaired driver until the end of the shift. They take forever to process.
The male woke up, and was startled and sleepy, but sober as a judge.
It would seem that the nighshift had already had a run-in with him, and towed his car for having invalid insurance.
It would also seem that they had it towed to a different address... but how did it get here now... with him inside of it...? Such a strange thing. It was almost as though he had another tow truck tow it two blocks over, away from his home... Unless... He wouldn't have driven it would he?! That would be illegal! Again! After the other crew gave him a break instead of impounding it; allowing him to tow it home! That scallywag! Knave! Rapscallion!
We tagged him again. And seized his plates. We would have impounded it, except that upon further investigation, we realized that the insurance on his actual car was fine. He just had the wrong plates on the vehicle; a ticketable offence, but not towable.
Our entire shift went to a course last week on vehicle inspections. We have the power to pull any vehicle to the side of the road and inspect it for safety purposes. It is generally possible to tow approximately 65% of the vehicles on our roadways for failing to meet the safety requirements necessary (according to our Vehicle Inspection Unit's statistics). Since the course, I have been itching for a chance to find some vehicles to practice on. I suggested to my partner that we try with a grin. He rolled his eyes and told me it was still early and dark and cold.
Maybe tomorrow, when I am in the jumper seat.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Manipulating the System
Posted by: Blue
Two nights ago, I arrested a gentleman who was on charge for beating up his girlfriend. The girlfriend had returned to stay with him after his release from custody, along with her two young children.
The only way he was released from custody prior to the trial was to agree in front of a judge that he would live at a specific address (with his foster parents), not have any communication whatsoever with the victim, and if he did move, he was to notify the courts of his change of address prior to moving.
The 911 call came in as 2 young girls who were hiding at the neighbours house after their mother's boyfriend had smashed a door in the apartment.
The mother had left the girls in the boyfriend's care. He was gone when we arrived, with only his roommate left in the house.
The girls were frightened and didn't know where their mother was or how to find her. After searching for other family members that they could stay with to no avail, we dropped the 8 year old and 12 year old off at Child and Family Services.
Mom phoned 911 drunk and hysterical, suddenly worried about her children's safety (though she didn't seem concerned about them being in the care of the man who had beat her only a month before). I told her she could attend to the CFS location to speak with them about her children's well-being.
We swung back to the house and found that our suspect had returned. He was arrested for Breaching x 2.
He tried every trick in the book to avoid going back to jail. Yelling, screaming, begging, pleading, arguing, reasoning, faking illness, counter-accusing his "ex" girlfriend, threatening our jobs, telling us his mother had died and that that was why he was doing all these bad things.
He was locked-up to await a hearing scheduled for today. Maybe the Judge will buy his stories.
Last night, the queue was quiet. A low-priority domestic was sitting waiting in the line-up. I clicked on it on the laptop. The address jumped out at me. It was originating at the jailhouse.
Our accused was now calling his foster father and telling him how police had attended and not allowed him to get a jacket when he was arrested, dragging him out of his dwelling and leaving the door open for anyone to walk in and steal. Apparently his "ex" girlfriend had taken his cell phone and jacket.
My partner called the foster father and explained the real reason his son was locked-up and the fact that his son was in fact arrested outside his residence, his apartment was left in the care of his esteemed roommate who was told not to let the "ex" girlfriend back into the house, and that when I noticed our accused had no shoes on, I made an extra effort to retrieve the specific shoes that he requested from the front entrance of his home. There was no request for a jacket and no reason for one as it was easily room temperature outside.
There were a lot of questions, but in the end, the foster father sighed, and thanked us for our time.
I think I have a new pet project. I wonder what angle he will try to work tonight.
Two nights ago, I arrested a gentleman who was on charge for beating up his girlfriend. The girlfriend had returned to stay with him after his release from custody, along with her two young children.
The only way he was released from custody prior to the trial was to agree in front of a judge that he would live at a specific address (with his foster parents), not have any communication whatsoever with the victim, and if he did move, he was to notify the courts of his change of address prior to moving.
The 911 call came in as 2 young girls who were hiding at the neighbours house after their mother's boyfriend had smashed a door in the apartment.
The mother had left the girls in the boyfriend's care. He was gone when we arrived, with only his roommate left in the house.
The girls were frightened and didn't know where their mother was or how to find her. After searching for other family members that they could stay with to no avail, we dropped the 8 year old and 12 year old off at Child and Family Services.
Mom phoned 911 drunk and hysterical, suddenly worried about her children's safety (though she didn't seem concerned about them being in the care of the man who had beat her only a month before). I told her she could attend to the CFS location to speak with them about her children's well-being.
We swung back to the house and found that our suspect had returned. He was arrested for Breaching x 2.
He tried every trick in the book to avoid going back to jail. Yelling, screaming, begging, pleading, arguing, reasoning, faking illness, counter-accusing his "ex" girlfriend, threatening our jobs, telling us his mother had died and that that was why he was doing all these bad things.
He was locked-up to await a hearing scheduled for today. Maybe the Judge will buy his stories.
Last night, the queue was quiet. A low-priority domestic was sitting waiting in the line-up. I clicked on it on the laptop. The address jumped out at me. It was originating at the jailhouse.
Our accused was now calling his foster father and telling him how police had attended and not allowed him to get a jacket when he was arrested, dragging him out of his dwelling and leaving the door open for anyone to walk in and steal. Apparently his "ex" girlfriend had taken his cell phone and jacket.
My partner called the foster father and explained the real reason his son was locked-up and the fact that his son was in fact arrested outside his residence, his apartment was left in the care of his esteemed roommate who was told not to let the "ex" girlfriend back into the house, and that when I noticed our accused had no shoes on, I made an extra effort to retrieve the specific shoes that he requested from the front entrance of his home. There was no request for a jacket and no reason for one as it was easily room temperature outside.
There were a lot of questions, but in the end, the foster father sighed, and thanked us for our time.
I think I have a new pet project. I wonder what angle he will try to work tonight.
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