OCT 2021 Blues Vol 37 No. 10.1
OCT 2021 Blues Vol 37 No. 10.1 WE REMEMBER: We say good bye to a true hero, Senior Police Officer William “Bill” Jeffrey. FEATURE STORIES: • Biden Try’s To Eliminate Border Mounted Officers • Washington Try’s To Shift Focus From Drone Strike To Baseless Whipping Story At The Border • Who Wants To Be A Cop Part 6 DEPARTMENTS • Publisher’s Thoughts Part I. • Editor’s Thoughts • Your Thoughts • News Around the State • News Around the Country • Products & Services -Alternative Ballistics • Honoring our Fallen Heroes • Warstories • Aftermath • Open Road-Mustang Mach E Goes to Patrol • Healing Our Heroes • Daryl’s Deliberations • HPOU-From the President, Douglas Griffith • Light Bulb Award • Running 4 Heroes • Blue Mental Health with Tina Jaeckle • Off Duty with Rusty Barron • Parting Shots • Now Hiring - L.E.O. Positions Open in Texas • Last Page -Take Out the Trash
OCT 2021 Blues Vol 37 No. 10.1
WE REMEMBER: We say good bye to a true hero, Senior Police Officer William “Bill” Jeffrey.
FEATURE STORIES:
• Biden Try’s To Eliminate Border Mounted Officers
• Washington Try’s To Shift Focus From Drone Strike
To Baseless Whipping Story At The Border
• Who Wants To Be A Cop Part 6
DEPARTMENTS
• Publisher’s Thoughts Part I.
• Editor’s Thoughts
• Your Thoughts
• News Around the State
• News Around the Country
• Products & Services -Alternative Ballistics
• Honoring our Fallen Heroes
• Warstories
• Aftermath
• Open Road-Mustang Mach E Goes to Patrol
• Healing Our Heroes
• Daryl’s Deliberations
• HPOU-From the President, Douglas Griffith
• Light Bulb Award
• Running 4 Heroes
• Blue Mental Health with Tina Jaeckle
• Off Duty with Rusty Barron
• Parting Shots
• Now Hiring - L.E.O. Positions Open in Texas
• Last Page -Take Out the Trash
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Last call of the day.<br />
I only had ten minutes left on<br />
my shift. I worked nights and as<br />
long as I was at home before<br />
the sun came up, I was good for<br />
a peace full 7 hours sleep. Unless<br />
of course some salesperson<br />
was unfortunately enough<br />
to knock on my door and wake<br />
me up…but that’s another war<br />
story unto itself.<br />
At 555am, I received a call to<br />
see a complaint at the 7-11 on<br />
Bender Avenue about a person<br />
being held captive. Great just<br />
want I wanted at t-minus 9<br />
minutes until OD.<br />
“Unit 30D62 show me enroute.”<br />
I was really only a few blocks<br />
away and with any luck at all I<br />
can clear this INFO ONLY and OD<br />
and get home before the sun<br />
really starts shining.<br />
“Unit 30D62 show me out. Reportee’s<br />
name?”<br />
“An unidentified female sir.<br />
They hung up before giving a<br />
name.”<br />
“10-4”<br />
I went inside and before I<br />
could even ask the clerk if<br />
someone called 911, a young<br />
girl stuck her head out from<br />
around the last row of food,<br />
and motioned me over. As I<br />
approached her, I could see<br />
that she was wearing what<br />
appeared to be an extra-large<br />
men’s shirt that was really<br />
dirty and had what appeared<br />
to be splatters of dried blood<br />
all across the front. She looked<br />
terrified and was trembling<br />
uncontrollably.<br />
I walked her over to a few<br />
tables and chairs at the back<br />
of the store, git her a bottle<br />
of water and tried to calm her<br />
down.<br />
“What’s your name ma’am?”<br />
“Susan….Susan Walker”<br />
“Ok Ms. Walker, are you hurt?<br />
Is this your blood on this shirt?<br />
Tell me what’s going on.”<br />
She blurted out “…They’ve<br />
been holding me and my boyfriend<br />
hostage for days, maybe<br />
weeks. They beat us and tied us<br />
to a wire frame or something.”<br />
“How long ago did this happen….how<br />
did get here?<br />
She said, “It’s happening<br />
now…right now. I broke out a<br />
window in the bathroom and<br />
ran as fast as I could until I<br />
saw this store and called 911…<br />
we need to hurry before they<br />
realize I’m gone and they’ll kill<br />
Bobby.”<br />
“Bobby is your boyfriend?”<br />
“Yes.”<br />
“How did you and Bobby end<br />
up at this house? I assume it’s a<br />
house, huh?”<br />
Yes, it’s an old, abandoned<br />
house…all broken down and<br />
boarded up…but you can crawl<br />
through the broken window at<br />
the back…they grabbed us at<br />
pool hall on 28th street, threw<br />
us into an old van or something<br />
and took us to that old house<br />
and tied us up…to like an old<br />
bed or something….and then<br />
they beat us.”<br />
By now she is crying uncontrollably<br />
and I decided to<br />
move her to my car and call an<br />
ambulance to check her out. I<br />
also called dispatch and told<br />
her to have an on-duty dayshift<br />
detective call me ASAP.<br />
The FD medics arrived within<br />
a few minutes and while they<br />
were checking her out, Detective<br />
Williams called and I said,<br />
“Dude you need to meet me at<br />
the 7-11 on Bender…I’m really<br />
not sure what I’ve got going,<br />
but I’m damn sure I need you<br />
here.”<br />
One of the paramedics<br />
walked over and said she was<br />
ok, but that I needed to see<br />
something. I walked over and<br />
stepped into the ambulance<br />
and the paramedic lifted up the<br />
back of her shirt and it was<br />
clear that she had been hit or<br />
struck with something…maybe<br />
a whip or leather strap…dozens<br />
and dozens of bloody marks<br />
and tracks all over her back…<br />
this girl obviously had been<br />
beaten or tortured just like she<br />
said. They advised she really<br />
need to go to the hospital, but<br />
it wasn’t a life-or-death thing.<br />
I knew we needed her help to<br />
find this house, so I asked her<br />
if she was up to staying and I’d<br />
take her to the hospital myself.<br />
She agreed and I cut the paramedics<br />
loose.<br />
Detective Williams pulled up<br />
as the ambo was pulling out<br />
and I had the complainant sit<br />
in my car while I ran the deal<br />
down to Williams.<br />
“Man, at first I thought this<br />
was just a domestic gone bad,<br />
but she’s got bloody marks all<br />
over her back and she’s obviously<br />
terrified of whatever or<br />
whoever did this. So, we agreed<br />
to drive her in his unmarked<br />
car through the nearby neighborhoods<br />
to try and find this<br />
abandoned house. Problem<br />
was, this was a shitbox neighborhood<br />
and every other house<br />
was abandoned or boarded up.<br />
Junkies, pushers, pimps, you<br />
name it, were all squatting in<br />
these old shacks and it could<br />
anyone of hundreds scattered<br />
over a 12-block area.<br />
“Susan, how long did it take<br />
you to run to the 7-11? Do you<br />
remember how many blocks<br />
you covered or what direction<br />
or turns you took?<br />
Before she could answer, I<br />
spotted an old beat-up black<br />
Ford Econoline Van parked at<br />
the end of a long driveway of a<br />
boarded-up house.<br />
“Williams, stop, back up….<br />
Susan is that the van? Is that the<br />
house you were in?”<br />
“Yes…oh my God yes…please<br />
don’t let them see me”…and<br />
she dove onto the floorboard<br />
of his Crown Vic and stayed<br />
there until we drove around the<br />
block.<br />
“Dude, we’re gonna need<br />
some backup, is this is for<br />
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