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 Warrants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Warrants. Show all posts
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Pursuit
Posted by: Blue
On Christmas Day I was the prime unit for a traffic pursuit which began on the same block that I live on.
We spotted two males running through the field near my house where the power lines run through that part of the city. I thought it was odd to see 2 males dressed in baggy black clothing jogging late on a Christmas night, especially in my neighbourhood.
We turned around to check them out. They hopped into a grey Chevy Cavalier. I hit the cherries and pulled up parallel with their front bumper (approaching from the front of their car so our front bumpers were facing one another, but I was still in the traffic lane).
The driver didn't look at me. He immediately started shimmying his car, trying to get it out of the parallel parking spot I had wedged him into. He reversed. I went forward and put the front driver's side bumper of the unmarked cruiser we were in at his driver's side door so he couldn't jump out.
"Get us another unit here now!" I told my partner.
The car slammed into our bumper, pushed us out of the way and took-off W/B. I revved the engine, spinning the rear-wheel drive Crown Vic into a 180 on the icy road. We gave chase.
He stopped at the first stop sign, and then went through every other stop sign and red light.
My partner started calmly calling the pursuit over the air, asking to be patched into the other districts.
It was quiet. Every available unit volunteered and was assigned. By the time we were 1000 yards away, the suspects ran-over a well-placed Stop-Stick, taking-out their front passenger-side tire.
The pursuit continued with the suspects on three tires and one rim. A Downtown unit came up behind us to take-over as prime unit because they were a marked unit.
They hit another Stop-Stick around 1000 yards further up. Two more tires blown. They only had 1 intact now - the driver's side rear tire.
The downtown unit got out in front of the suspects and tried to slow them down. They took a left. We were prime again.
They made it another block and we saw the driver's door crack open as the vehicle slowed to a stop. "He's running!", I yelled. My partner voiced it over the air.
The passenger was slower to get out of the car (we found-out later it was because he was holding a safe on his lap and had to wait until the driver bailed so he had a place to ditch it). He opened the door to come nose to nose with my partner's Glock. He gave up and hit the ground on his belly, hands outstretched.
I gave chase to the driver down the back lane of the street we had just come down, along with one of the guys from the downtown car. Units were flooding the area.
I got hung-up with my duty rig on a chain-link fence when the suspect headed for the front street again, tearing the sleeve off of my shirt and cutting my shoulder. The downtown guy kept going. When I managed to free myself, they were about 75 yards ahead of me and the driver was cutting back into the back lane. I cut back, hoping to intercept.
I gunned it, scanning for a figure emerging from a back yard. The downtown guy came across the air "I've got him in the side yard of 29!"
I could see the reflection of the flashlight against the snow and darted over there, drawing-out my Taser as I ran. I showed-up and found the suspect proned-out. "Contact," said the downtown guy. "Cover," I replied. He moved-in to cuff him while I kept the red laser of the Taser in the centre of his back. "Don't don anything dumb or you're gonna get lit-up," I said.
He was cuffed and brought to one of the cruisers.
The driver was on a warrant plus numerous breaches. The passenger had breaches, not to mention the Flight charge, Dangerous Operation of a Motor Vehicle and Possession of Break-in Instruments for both of them. The safe belonged to a drug dealer who wasn't cooperating, so we couldn't get the Break and Enter or Possession of Goods Obtained by Crime.
During the Duty Inspector's briefing, she told us the only reason she didn't abort the pursuit on the icy winter roads was that my partner was extremely calm and reassuringly in control of the situation while he was voicing over the radio.
On Christmas Day I was the prime unit for a traffic pursuit which began on the same block that I live on.
We spotted two males running through the field near my house where the power lines run through that part of the city. I thought it was odd to see 2 males dressed in baggy black clothing jogging late on a Christmas night, especially in my neighbourhood.
We turned around to check them out. They hopped into a grey Chevy Cavalier. I hit the cherries and pulled up parallel with their front bumper (approaching from the front of their car so our front bumpers were facing one another, but I was still in the traffic lane).
The driver didn't look at me. He immediately started shimmying his car, trying to get it out of the parallel parking spot I had wedged him into. He reversed. I went forward and put the front driver's side bumper of the unmarked cruiser we were in at his driver's side door so he couldn't jump out.
"Get us another unit here now!" I told my partner.
The car slammed into our bumper, pushed us out of the way and took-off W/B. I revved the engine, spinning the rear-wheel drive Crown Vic into a 180 on the icy road. We gave chase.
He stopped at the first stop sign, and then went through every other stop sign and red light.
My partner started calmly calling the pursuit over the air, asking to be patched into the other districts.
It was quiet. Every available unit volunteered and was assigned. By the time we were 1000 yards away, the suspects ran-over a well-placed Stop-Stick, taking-out their front passenger-side tire.
The pursuit continued with the suspects on three tires and one rim. A Downtown unit came up behind us to take-over as prime unit because they were a marked unit.
They hit another Stop-Stick around 1000 yards further up. Two more tires blown. They only had 1 intact now - the driver's side rear tire.
The downtown unit got out in front of the suspects and tried to slow them down. They took a left. We were prime again.
They made it another block and we saw the driver's door crack open as the vehicle slowed to a stop. "He's running!", I yelled. My partner voiced it over the air.
The passenger was slower to get out of the car (we found-out later it was because he was holding a safe on his lap and had to wait until the driver bailed so he had a place to ditch it). He opened the door to come nose to nose with my partner's Glock. He gave up and hit the ground on his belly, hands outstretched.
I gave chase to the driver down the back lane of the street we had just come down, along with one of the guys from the downtown car. Units were flooding the area.
I got hung-up with my duty rig on a chain-link fence when the suspect headed for the front street again, tearing the sleeve off of my shirt and cutting my shoulder. The downtown guy kept going. When I managed to free myself, they were about 75 yards ahead of me and the driver was cutting back into the back lane. I cut back, hoping to intercept.
I gunned it, scanning for a figure emerging from a back yard. The downtown guy came across the air "I've got him in the side yard of 29!"
I could see the reflection of the flashlight against the snow and darted over there, drawing-out my Taser as I ran. I showed-up and found the suspect proned-out. "Contact," said the downtown guy. "Cover," I replied. He moved-in to cuff him while I kept the red laser of the Taser in the centre of his back. "Don't don anything dumb or you're gonna get lit-up," I said.
He was cuffed and brought to one of the cruisers.
The driver was on a warrant plus numerous breaches. The passenger had breaches, not to mention the Flight charge, Dangerous Operation of a Motor Vehicle and Possession of Break-in Instruments for both of them. The safe belonged to a drug dealer who wasn't cooperating, so we couldn't get the Break and Enter or Possession of Goods Obtained by Crime.
During the Duty Inspector's briefing, she told us the only reason she didn't abort the pursuit on the icy winter roads was that my partner was extremely calm and reassuringly in control of the situation while he was voicing over the radio.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Bribes
Posted by: Blue
A few days ago, we pinched a dude on 2 warrants when his mom called the police anonymously, stating that he had gone into the mall with a handgun and large knife. She ratted him out because he wouldn't give her $100 towards her crack habit.
He didn't have any weapons on him when we located him.
When we got to the car, he offered my partner and I five bills to let him go so he could spend Christmas with his new baby and his baby mama.
He cried when he found out that he would be going to adult prison and wouldn't have a chance at bail until Monday morning.
A few days ago, we pinched a dude on 2 warrants when his mom called the police anonymously, stating that he had gone into the mall with a handgun and large knife. She ratted him out because he wouldn't give her $100 towards her crack habit.
He didn't have any weapons on him when we located him.
When we got to the car, he offered my partner and I five bills to let him go so he could spend Christmas with his new baby and his baby mama.
He cried when he found out that he would be going to adult prison and wouldn't have a chance at bail until Monday morning.
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Foot Chase
Posted by: Blue
Yesterday evening, during a foot pursuit of a wanted male, I bailed going over a fence when it suddenly opened and I realized mid-air that it was actually a gate which had been left ajar.
I was subsequently almost bitten by 4 dogs in two different yards.
JT lost his cuffs from his worn-out issued pouch.
I have a raspberry on my face above my right eye, which matches the other two on my left forearm and left knee.
We lost the male and couldn't find him again even with K9.
I was grumpy and feeling defeated when I got home because we had been watching for him for months.
My wife set me right with a cold beer and home-made pizza right out of the oven when I got home.
Yesterday evening, during a foot pursuit of a wanted male, I bailed going over a fence when it suddenly opened and I realized mid-air that it was actually a gate which had been left ajar.
I was subsequently almost bitten by 4 dogs in two different yards.
JT lost his cuffs from his worn-out issued pouch.
I have a raspberry on my face above my right eye, which matches the other two on my left forearm and left knee.
We lost the male and couldn't find him again even with K9.
I was grumpy and feeling defeated when I got home because we had been watching for him for months.
My wife set me right with a cold beer and home-made pizza right out of the oven when I got home.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Grow-Op
Posted by: Blue
Today we assisted our grow-op unit with a warrant execution.
The bust netted over 500 plants in various stages. It had a street value of over half a million dollars.
Today we assisted our grow-op unit with a warrant execution.
The bust netted over 500 plants in various stages. It had a street value of over half a million dollars.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
K9
Posted by: Blue
Last night we had an animal call.
He was a big, grumpy German Shepherd. We were prowling the back lane looking for his owner who has 2 warrants.
The dog had broken free from the chain he has been kept on all winter. We called animal services. He didn't seem to like police and would growl and raise his neck hair every time we got close. I didn't want to impose the jeopardy of having to shoot or Taser him by getting too close and finding out that he liked to bite.
After the City Pound folks managed to snag him, we got a look at his living arrangements. He had no dog house, no water, very little food and was living right next to a large pile of his own excrement. He had only a sheet of ice to sleep on.
His owner will be getting a number of tags including one for failing to adequately care for an animal.
We told the pound to call us if our guy showed-up to collect his dog. We've been trying to hook him for months now.
Last night we had an animal call.
He was a big, grumpy German Shepherd. We were prowling the back lane looking for his owner who has 2 warrants.
The dog had broken free from the chain he has been kept on all winter. We called animal services. He didn't seem to like police and would growl and raise his neck hair every time we got close. I didn't want to impose the jeopardy of having to shoot or Taser him by getting too close and finding out that he liked to bite.
After the City Pound folks managed to snag him, we got a look at his living arrangements. He had no dog house, no water, very little food and was living right next to a large pile of his own excrement. He had only a sheet of ice to sleep on.
His owner will be getting a number of tags including one for failing to adequately care for an animal.
We told the pound to call us if our guy showed-up to collect his dog. We've been trying to hook him for months now.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Tommy Solami Part II
Posted by: Blue
Two days after we forced Tommy to see a doctor by promising him we wouldn't arrest his girlfriend that night, I ran her name to see if she was still wanted or if she had turned herself in like she had promised.
She had not.
We went and knocked on her door to try to find her. Tommy answered. We asked him where she was. He said he didn't know. He let us check the apartment. We didn't find her there.
Tommy was shirtless. I noticed he had a poorly done tattoo on his left shoulder: TOMMY SOLAMI.
I pointed it out to my partner. We had a good laugh at the misspelt sausage variety he had permanently inked on his body.
When we got back to the station, the legend began. We told our whole shift all about Tommy and Mariah and how we really wanted to arrest her on her warrant after she had lied to us about turning herself in. The tattoo was brought-up, and Tommy Solami began to be a well-known name in the station.
We even had the nickname added as an alias on our system.
We searched high and low for Mariah the next few weeks. We never found her, but all the while, Tommy's fame grew, as we continued to brief the Sergeants on the female we were looking for. The true extent of his infamy will come to light in Part III.
Stay tuned.
Two days after we forced Tommy to see a doctor by promising him we wouldn't arrest his girlfriend that night, I ran her name to see if she was still wanted or if she had turned herself in like she had promised.
She had not.
We went and knocked on her door to try to find her. Tommy answered. We asked him where she was. He said he didn't know. He let us check the apartment. We didn't find her there.
Tommy was shirtless. I noticed he had a poorly done tattoo on his left shoulder: TOMMY SOLAMI.
I pointed it out to my partner. We had a good laugh at the misspelt sausage variety he had permanently inked on his body.
When we got back to the station, the legend began. We told our whole shift all about Tommy and Mariah and how we really wanted to arrest her on her warrant after she had lied to us about turning herself in. The tattoo was brought-up, and Tommy Solami began to be a well-known name in the station.
We even had the nickname added as an alias on our system.
We searched high and low for Mariah the next few weeks. We never found her, but all the while, Tommy's fame grew, as we continued to brief the Sergeants on the female we were looking for. The true extent of his infamy will come to light in Part III.
Stay tuned.
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.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Oblivious
Posted by: Blue
Last night, on a fatal motor vehicle collision, we had to shut-down one of the biggest streets in the city going West-bound right in the middle of rush-hour.
On at least 5 separate occasions, pedestrians and cyclists crossed the bright yellow police and fire tape "DO NOT CROSS" lines, ending-up in the middle of a crime scene.
There were also countless vehicles who tried to sneak-by the road flares, officers in bright reflective vests and cruiser cars with lights flashing to enter the working scene.
On top of that, the only two witnesses to the crash refused to wait and provide statements. One of them said "Dude, I just want to get a hamburger and go home." They both had outside wants and cautions for drug tafficking.
There is nothing more frustrating than trying to reason with people who have no common sense whatsoever.
Last night, on a fatal motor vehicle collision, we had to shut-down one of the biggest streets in the city going West-bound right in the middle of rush-hour.
On at least 5 separate occasions, pedestrians and cyclists crossed the bright yellow police and fire tape "DO NOT CROSS" lines, ending-up in the middle of a crime scene.
There were also countless vehicles who tried to sneak-by the road flares, officers in bright reflective vests and cruiser cars with lights flashing to enter the working scene.
On top of that, the only two witnesses to the crash refused to wait and provide statements. One of them said "Dude, I just want to get a hamburger and go home." They both had outside wants and cautions for drug tafficking.
There is nothing more frustrating than trying to reason with people who have no common sense whatsoever.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Don't Even Think It
Posted by: Blue
Further to "Magnetic Personalities"...
We have a rule in our car: if you don't want it to happen, don't say it.
It's akin to the "knock on wood" rule. It seems as though if an idea is said aloud, the universe will bring it into fruition.
Whatever we talk about in the car, tends to happen. If one of us needs to get out on time and says "don't get stuck on a last minute domestic arrest", dollars to donuts we get an arrest 45 minutes before quitting time.
We have taken to jokingly knocking on the wooden shotgun stock which sits between the front seats of the cruiser every time something like that gets said.
Three days ago, I had been cleaning out some old papers and receipts from my wallet when I came across a business card for Canadian Border Services. We had been at a seminar about immigration warrants and deportation protocol. I clearly remember thinking "I'll probably never use this number. I should just toss this card to get some more room..."
The next evening, on the way home to the barn, a cyclist crossing the street slammed into the centre median which he hadn't seen due to his level of intoxication. He vaulted over the handlebars, but didn't let go of the bike. He ended up in a tangled mess of flesh and steel on the road directly in front of our cruiser which I was slamming to a halt. He almost literally dropped from the sky into our laps.
We radioed it in. He was none the worse for wear, apart from a few sore limbs.
As we ran him, his name returned on a DNA warrant and an immigration warrant. I looked at my partner and just started laughing. I guess we can't even think things without them happening.
Turns out the warrant was not for him, but for another male from Quebec with exactly the same name and a very close DOB.
It was, however, his DNA warrant, so we pinched him and brought him in for processing.
Further to "Magnetic Personalities"...
We have a rule in our car: if you don't want it to happen, don't say it.
It's akin to the "knock on wood" rule. It seems as though if an idea is said aloud, the universe will bring it into fruition.
Whatever we talk about in the car, tends to happen. If one of us needs to get out on time and says "don't get stuck on a last minute domestic arrest", dollars to donuts we get an arrest 45 minutes before quitting time.
We have taken to jokingly knocking on the wooden shotgun stock which sits between the front seats of the cruiser every time something like that gets said.
Three days ago, I had been cleaning out some old papers and receipts from my wallet when I came across a business card for Canadian Border Services. We had been at a seminar about immigration warrants and deportation protocol. I clearly remember thinking "I'll probably never use this number. I should just toss this card to get some more room..."
The next evening, on the way home to the barn, a cyclist crossing the street slammed into the centre median which he hadn't seen due to his level of intoxication. He vaulted over the handlebars, but didn't let go of the bike. He ended up in a tangled mess of flesh and steel on the road directly in front of our cruiser which I was slamming to a halt. He almost literally dropped from the sky into our laps.
We radioed it in. He was none the worse for wear, apart from a few sore limbs.
As we ran him, his name returned on a DNA warrant and an immigration warrant. I looked at my partner and just started laughing. I guess we can't even think things without them happening.
Turns out the warrant was not for him, but for another male from Quebec with exactly the same name and a very close DOB.
It was, however, his DNA warrant, so we pinched him and brought him in for processing.
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?"
Thursday, November 3, 2011
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:
Tomorrow we will see how the weekend is going to start.
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.
Tomorrow we will see how the weekend is going to start.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Warrants
Posted by: Blue
I went for a tour of our downtown station. That location is our HQ and acts as a hub for a lot of our centralized units like the Court Disclosure and Arrest Processing Unit. It also houses the unit that interfaces with the national records system: CPIC.
CPIC has all of the warrants that are currently in force that have been issued in the city.
There are currently approximatley 35 000 hard copy warrants in the system.
Population of the city: approximately 666 600
Per capita warrants: 5.26 warrants for every 100 people
I went for a tour of our downtown station. That location is our HQ and acts as a hub for a lot of our centralized units like the Court Disclosure and Arrest Processing Unit. It also houses the unit that interfaces with the national records system: CPIC.
CPIC has all of the warrants that are currently in force that have been issued in the city.
There are currently approximatley 35 000 hard copy warrants in the system.
Population of the city: approximately 666 600
Per capita warrants: 5.26 warrants for every 100 people
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