The week on patrol, August 16-20, 2010

The week started off slow, but built up to a very busy Thursday night in my new beat. Lots of accidents and more property crime seemed to be the theme for the week.

B and I rode together for two nights and I was the print unit on Friday. B and I rode together on Monday and it was extremely slow. Not a single call for service dropped in our beat for the entire shift. We checked by with some units in nearby beats on their calls. In my area of town, land is scarce. It is not like the suburbs, where acres are purchased by a developer and then divided into lots where homes are then built. Where I work, most if not all of the land has been spoken for. New construction is build where something else has been torn down. In an effort to maximize revenues and utilize the space, townhouses are being built everywhere. Late in the shift on Monday, we checked by on a suspicious person call. A townhouse resident who had been up and out early, had seen someone in a nearby townhouse that was under construction. We checked the townhouse, but whomever had been inside, left before we arrived. No damage had been done to the house. The home had four floors with a bathroom on every floor. You would not want to have to use stairs to go to the bathroom, would you? There was also a nice little deck on the roof with a great view of a power pole. Maybe that is why this unit was the last one to sell.

Tuesday night, B and I rode together again. Early in the shift we were dispatched to a burglary of a residence in progress. We arrived at the address and found, a four story townhouse. The gate was unlocked, so we checked the front door and then the rear patio doors. B climbed a spiral staircase to the second floor patio. He was met at the door by the homeowner and her 13 year old son. We finished checking the house and everything was secure. The 13 year old had been startled awake by a loud noise in the kitchen. He then heard some more noise, got scared, and called the police. The mother told us that they recently had an intruder in their home, so the son is understandably nervous. We spoke with them for a little while, and gave them a chance to calm down. I told the son that he did the right thing by calling the police. We don't mind checking houses for citizens, just part of the our job. 

A few hours later we were sent to a kidnapping that had just occurred. The call slip read that at an adult entertainment establishment that is close to our district, a waitress had been kidnapped by a customer. A security guard saw it happen and jumped into the bed of the customer's truck. The security guard then called the police and kept updating his location until we found them. When we arrived, the truck had stopped and the waitress and the customer were talking and the security guard was across the street waiting for the police. The waitress, who by the looks of her probably danced in the past, told me that the man driving the truck was one of her best customers. He comes into the club at least 3-4 times a week and tips very well. However, a few weeks ago he told her that he is going through a divorce (shocker). What wife would not want her husband at the strip club three of four times a week? Since he told her about the impending divorce, he has become very possessive and jealous of her in the club. He does not like her to serve or service other customers while he is there. 

So, tonight she had been talking to him after getting him another drink. She had to leave to take care of another customer, and he started to complain, telling her that she was not going to come back. In an effort to appease him, she gave him her cell phone. Her thinking was that way she had to come back and he would relax. It worked, but she forgot to get her phone back before closing time. At closing time she realized that he still had her phone and she ran out to the parking lot. She saw him getting into his truck. She ran over and opened the passenger side door. A loud conversation ensued and she ended up getting into the truck. As soon as she got in, he started driving away. The security guard heard the loud conversation and started running toward the truck. When the truck started to leave with the waitress, the security guard thought that she was being kidnapped and jumped into the back. 

The waitress told me that she just wanted her phone back and that she was not ever in fear for her life and that she did not feel that she had been held against her will. So, we got her phone back from the customer. Since she had not been kidnapped or held against her will, we did not have any charges on the customer for the incident. However, in the course of talking to the customer, we noticed a very strong odor of an alcoholic beverage coming from his breath. He admitted to 5 beers, which was amazing since everyone always says, "2". I called a DWI task force officer who then did the field sobriety tests and arrested him for the suspicion of DWI. The customer was then given the opportunity to take a breath test and blew a .17, over twice the legal limit of .08. The moral of the story is do not get too attached to your waitress, and don't drink and drive.

Wednesday night I was riding solo and was dispatched to a burglary of a motor vehicle that had just occurred. The call slip said that a neighbor had witnessed the burglary and gave a description of the suspect. When I arrived, the owner of the truck said that he had just seen a male on a bicycle matching the suspect's description. So, I set out in search of the suspect. I found him on his bicycle a few block away riding away from the area. I stopped him and took him into custody. In the process of searching him, I found two baseball sized rocks in his pockets. I tossed his bicycle in the trunk and took him back to the scene to see if he could be identified by the witness. The witness was hesitant to get involved, but did eventually decide to look at the suspect. The witness only saw the suspect from behind, so he could not positively identify him as the person he had seen break the window of the truck. No property had been stolen out of the truck. When I was looking at the damage to the truck, I saw a rock on the dashboard. A rock that looked almost identical to the rocks that had been in the suspect's pockets. I called the district attorney's office to see if they would accept charges on the suspect. The DA thought that the "matching rocks" from the suspect's pocket and the dashboard was not good enough, so I got his bicycle out of the trunk and released him. BMV suspects are hard to catch. It was too bad that I had to let one go. 

Thursday night was the busiest night so far in my new beat. I ran 10 calls and 6 of them were all on the same street. Three of them were motor vehicle accidents. And two of those accidents were caused by someone failing to yield the right of way while turning left. The accidents reminded me of mine in March.

On Friday, I was the print unit. With all of the recent property crime, the regular print unit has been very busy. However, Friday night was not a busy print night. I did not have any print calls, but did run a picture call. Two males got into a fight over a girl at a club. A security guard stepped in to stop the fight and both males turned on the guard. One of the males pushed the guard and the other picked up a stool and hit the guard in the head with the stool. Both males went to jail. I took pictures of the guard, his uniform, and his injuries. I took the pictures of his uniform to prove that he was acting as a security guard when he was assaulted. That way the charges against the males could be enhanced to a felony since the guard was acting in the scope of his duties when he was assaulted. Somehow, I do not think that the female they were fighting over was worth a felony charge.

If you have made it this far, congratulations. Sorry for being so long winded. That brings to a close, another week on patrol.

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A large tow

B and I rode together last night. A few hours into the shift we were dispatched to a traffic hazard on the freeway. An 18 wheeler was stalled in a moving lane of traffic. We arrived and found the vehicle stopped on the outside shoulder of the freeway. We walked up to the tractor and found this:

That is a leaking fuel tank. The tractor has two tanks and they were both leaking diesel onto the shoulder of the freeway. The passenger side window of the cab was open. We each shined our lights into the cab and yelled for the driver. We did not get a response. So, we had a leaking tractor with who knows what in the trailer and no driver. We did not know how volatile the leaking diesel fuel was, so we walked about thirty yards away and called for the fire department and a heavy duty wrecker to make our scene. While we were waiting, we started thinking about the worst case scenarios. The truck blowing up would be one, but what if the trailer was full of illegal immigrants? Or explosives? Or fertilizer? Why did the driver leave? Why were there no markings on the trailer?

As we started to walk back toward the tractor to more thoroughly check it out, the fire department arrived. I walked to the tractor, and sure enough, the driver and a passenger were asleep in the sleeper portion of the cab. I guess they did not hear us before. This time they woke up and exited the cab. The fire department personnel did not seem very concerned about the volatility of the diesel fuel, so we relaxed a little bit.

The tractor driver said that as he was making a u-turn, the tractor bottomed out on a large dip and the fuel tanks hit the concrete and were damaged. He said that he was transporting 10,000 pounds of frozen fish and the "reefer" was not running. The reefer is the unit that refrigerates the trailer. He went on to say that he is the owner operator of this tractor. He paid 19,000 grand for it in 2008. It was built in 2004 and had been driven 450,000 miles. In less than three years he has put another 350,000 miles on the tractor. Wow. That is a lot of driving! This was the first time for it to be towed for any reason.

A few minutes later, the heavy duty wrecker arrived. The owner of the heavy duty wrecker also came by in his regular size wrecker truck. I chatted him up about the heavy duty wrecker. It was built in 2004 and he bought it in 2009 for over 200 large. It had about 125,000 miles on it at that time. It gets about 5 miles to the gallon and takes 13 gallon of oil each oil change. He charges $212 an hour with a two hour minimum for each tow. Big numbers for a big truck. The heaviest tractor trailer combination that he has towed weighed 140,000 pounds. The tractor trailer combination tonight weighed about 40,000 pounds.

The heavy duty driver used a chain and hooked it to a hook located in the small hole in the front bumper of the tractor. He then lifted the tractor about 6 inches. Just enough to slide the huge steel boom underneath the tractor. The boom had forks on it which hooked onto the front axel of the tractor. The tractor was then lifted to the height seen below for towing.

But the heavy duty driver was not done. He used an air compressor to charge the air tanks of the tractor for braking. He then had to remove the tractor's rear axle. This is done to prevent damage to the tractor's transmission during towing. He removed a hub cap and eight bolts. Then another cap came off and some fluid came out. The axle then slid out. A plate was placed over the opening and the bolts were replaced. The long black pole in the picture below is the axle.

The fire department used some type of compound to temporarily seal the leak in the fuel tank. With the help of the heavy duty driver, the tractor driver was able to get the reefer started so that the fish would be kept cold. There is no telling how long the trailer had been without refrigeration. It makes you wonder about the food that you buy.

We were on the scene for a little over an hour. Not long at all for a heavy duty tow scene. Each night is something a little different.

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The week on patrol, August 9-13, 2010

This was a short week for me. I worked three days on the street and then enjoyed a four day weekend. I spent some time at the hospital and dealt with some clueless employees at my extra job. Let's get started. 

Monday night started off with two alarm calls at residences. In both cases the residents were at home and asleep when their home alarms went off. Neither alarm had ever malfunctioned before and both were women staying at home alone because their husbands were traveling. As you can imagine, the women were scared and anxious. At one house, the phone service was out and at the other, their cable service was out. In both cases, the alarms went off because the way that the alarm communicates with their respective monitoring centers had been disrupted. I checked all around and throughout both homes and everything was still locked up tight. I imagine it took both women a little while to fall back asleep.

I spent the second half of the shift at the hospital watching a prisoner who had been admitted into the hospital. He had been out drinking with a lady friend. He had too much to drink and drove his vehicle off of a bridge and into a bayou. He suffered numerous injuries including a broken back. His passenger was injured as well, so he was being charged with intoxication assault. He was in a room with 3 other patients. I cuffed his arm to the bed and then sat in the hallway. I passed the time on the iPad. A couple of days later, it was decided that we did not have to watch the prisoner. Since we had good identification information on the suspect, a warrant was issued for him and he will be taken back into custody once he is discharged from the hospital. 

B and I rode together again on Tuesday. That is a nice perk to my move to late side. We checked by with a couple of units on a burglary of a residence in progress. The primary unit arrived and watched a light turn off in the house and then found a young male with his dog by the side of the house. The male knows the family that lives in the house and knew that they were out of town. He had a screwdriver in his pocket. He had taken two screens off of the windows and then crawled into the house through an unlocked window. The interesting thing was that the screens were wired into the home alarm. They had wires and once they had been disconnected, that activated the alarm. I had not seen that before. The primary officer was able to speak with the owner of the residence. She declined to press charges since the male was a friend of her daughter. I do not know why that made it ok to break into her house, but what can we do? 

We ran some other minor calls and then wrote another burglary of a motor vehicle report. This type of report has turned into an almost nightly occurrence. Maybe we can get the tac team to help out and place bait cars in the hardest hit areas. They can then watch the bait car and hopefully catch a suspect or three. Wednesday night I was dispatched to a local restaurant for an "other". That means that the call taker was not sure how to classify the call. Once I arrived, the caller, a woman, told me that she had valet parked her vehicle at the restaurant. She had eaten and then walked to a few of the local bars. When she returned for her vehicle, she was told that her keys had been given to someone else. Her vehicle was still in the parking lot, but keys were gone. Of course, her house keys were on the same key ring. The manager of the restaurant told me that the valet had given the keys to a couple that described the vehicle owner. The couple then said that the vehicle owner had asked them to get her vehicle for her. The vehicle owner had no knowledge of this couple and had not asked them to do this. The couple did not have the valet ticket that went with the car and keys. I took all of the information and wrote a report for the female. With all of the crazy valet stories that I hear, I am not sure that I will be using a valet service anywhere, anytime soon. 

Toward the end of the shift I was dispatched to a gas station. A man had called from the pay phone and said that he needed help and then said something about Bin Laden. Wonderful, sounds like a crazy person off their medications. I arrived and found a man sitting by the pay phone. I asked him if I could help him and he started talking. I could only understand about every third word. He did not have many teeth, was mumbling, and was very hard to understand. Eventually, I was able to determine that he did not recognize me and he wanted to talk to an officer that he knew. There were not any other officers available, so he decided that he would go by the storefront later to talk to another officer. He was not in any distress and I think that he just wanted to talk to someone.

On Thursday morning I had my extra job. I monitor the back door and parking lot of an office building for an oil and gas company. Once I arrived, I discovered that someone was stuck inside the back elevator. We were able to get them out fairly quickly, and then we put a note on the elevator stating that it was out of order. As the employees walked in, I told them that the back elevator was broken. It was amazing how many of them said, "what do I do now?" How about use the other elevator in the building? Or even better, use the stairs. They were like sheep without a shepherd. Their regular routine had been disrupted and they were lost.

I was off on Thursday and Friday nights, so that brings us to the end of another week on patrol.

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The week on patrol, August 2-6, 2010

I spent the majority of the week north of the bayou, riding my new numbers in my new district. There seems to be an increase in property crimes in the area covered by my station. I rode with B one night and might be the print unit on Fridays.

Monday was my first night on the street since the rotation as the print unit came to a conclusion. It was supposed to be my first night riding my new numbers. I was assigned new numbers when I received the new days off a few weeks ago. I was not riding those numbers since I was still doing the print rotation. When I arrived at roll call, the desk sergeant asked if I would ride in my old district for the shift since they were short handed. I agreed and B and I rode together. B told me that his apartment complex parking garage had recently been hit twice by burglary of motor vehicle suspects. On two different nights, a total of 9 vehicles were burglarized. Most of them had windows shattered and small items taken from inside the vehicle. That sucks. His garage is well lit and when it comes to apartment garages, it is rather difficult to get inside.

A couple of hours into the shift, we were dispatched to a suspicious event at an apartment complex. A resident heard some glass breaking and then observed two males walking in the parking garage carrying a briefcase. We arrived and used a 911 key to gain access into the garage. A 911 key opens a red metal box marked, you guessed it, 911, that is near the entrance gates of most apartment complexes in our area. Then we started checking the parking garage for damaged vehicles. We checked the lower level and came up empty. To get to the upper level, we had to use the 911 key again. On the upper level, we found an Audi with a broken out passenger side window. The vehicle was registered to an apartment in the complex, but we were unable to contact the owner. After leaving the case number in the vehicle, we drove toward the exit and noticed another damaged vehicle. This was a nice Jaguar which had a broken passenger side window as well. This vehicle was also registered to the complex and the owner answered the door. It was his briefcase that the resident had seen being carried by the two men. We gathered his information and then called for the new print unit to come lift prints from the Jag. Two side notes from this call: 

1. It was amazing that both vehicles were actually registered to apartments inside the complex. It seems like most of the time, the vehicles we deal with are not actually registered to the address where the owner lives. It makes our job easier if vehicle owners keep that information current. 

2. It is difficult to gain access into these new apartment complexes. Most of the time, we can get into the parking garages with the 911 key. From there, it is a challenge. Sometimes a key fob is required to make the elevator work or to open a door that gets from the garage into the actual apartment complex. This gives the people that live in the complex a feeling of security, but it can really slow down first responders in an emergency. It was not an emergency, but both times we went into the complex on this night, we had to ask residents to let us in. There has to be a better way, either some type of universal key fob for all apartment complexes that is given to first responders or just have a key fob in the 911 box so that we can access the entire complex after gaining entrance to the garage.

Tuesday night was my first night actually riding my new numbers. My beat is now north of the bayou. My second call was for a person down at the entrance of an apartment complex. I arrived to find a male passed out in the grass by the gate. I woke him up using a sternum rub. His pants were undone, I did not know why and did not want to ask. So, I just told him to button them up so that the mouse will stay in the house. He told me that he had been out drinking in the nearby bars and that he did not know how he got home. He said that he lived in the complex and gave me an apartment number. I checked him for weapons and then we found his apartment. He checked his pockets for keys and came up empty. Suck. I told him to sit by his door and I would check the grassy area where I found him and then return. I returned to the grass and amazingly enough, found his wallet and his keys in the grass.

I returned to his apartment, and he was not sitting in the hallway. Not good. I checked the other nearby hallways and came up empty. Then I took a closer look at his apartment door, and noticed that it was slightly ajar. I knocked, pushed it open, and called out his name. He answered. I entered his apartment and found him lying on the floor in his living room. He had become impatient and had kicked in his apartment door. He said that it took three tries. No neighbors came out into the hall or called the police. He told me that he had been a detective in a nearby city. He had been fired a year earlier for DWI. He had been stopped on traffic in the city where he worked by an officer that he knew, according to him. Then, for this reason alone, he had been fired. After leaving him in his apartment, I Googled him. As is usually the case, he only told me part of the story. After his DWI, his department busted him down from a detective to an officer. Then he had a series of other alcohol related incidents that led to his firing. It seems that he is still having issues with alcohol.

Wednesday night was uneventful. I ran an alarm call at a huge house that backed up to the bayou. Everything was locked up tight. A little later, a burglary of a residence in progress call dropped. It was in a nearby beat, so I checked by with the primary officer. A female answered the door and she seemed a little shaken up, but not what you expect to find if someone was actually just trying to get into her apartment. We found out that the incident took place 20 minutes earlier and that she did not even call the police. She called her ex-boyfriend who then called the police. She said that an ex-boss that liked her had come to her apartment. She would not let him in and he freaked out. He started banging on the door and windows and eventually broke one of the windows. While this was going on, she called her ex-boyfriend who lived 30 minutes away for help. Things were not making sense and we were not getting the whole story. The primary officer got her info for the report and by the time we left, the ex-boyfriend had arrived to take care of her.

At the end of the shift, I was dispatched to a criminal mischief report at a Valero. I arrived and found the front door had been shattered. The glass was still in the door frame, but it looked like a spiderweb. The clerk was less than helpful with information. He said that he had been there all night and that the door was in tact when he got there. Then, when he was about to clean the door, he noticed that it was broken. He did not know when, who, or how it happened. It is a small store and I asked him again if he had been there all night and he said yes. I asked how did he not notice the front door shattering, and he did not have an answer. Another instance of only getting part of the story.

On Thursday, I actually had other officers in the new beat with me. They were not needed as it was the slowest night of the week.

Friday night I was back as the print unit. The officer that has the permanent print slot has Friday and Saturday nights off. So, if manpower allows, they want me to be the print unit on Friday nights. I had one print call at a burglary of a residence. The suspect broke out a window on the back door, removed the chain and went inside. The deadbolt (which is keyed on both sides) was sticking so the residents were not using it they said. A laptop and jewelry were stolen. I found some smudges on various surfaces, but not anything with ridges. The residents think a teenager that lives in the complex is responsible for the recent burglaries, but they do not have any proof. I gave them some tips on securing their residence, listened to them vent, and answered some other questions for them.

That concludes another week on patrol.

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The week on patrol, July 26-30, 2010

The week started off with some mixed emotions. The middle of the week was uneventful and the last two days were at the very least, interesting.

Monday started off on a high note. A good friend and fellow officer, JR, who had been deployed to Afghanistan was safely back at work. He had been gone for almost a year. It was great to see him and I am looking forward to hearing his stories from the battlefield.

A couple of hours into the shift, I was called back to the station for the interview for the print unit position. It was between me and one other officer. The interview was conducted by two Sergeants and my Lieutenant. The interview lasted less than 20 minutes. Most of the questions that were posed were not open ended questions. There was not much of an opportunity for elaboration and I was given the impression that they wanted short answers to just get the process over with. About an hour after the interview I was called back to the station. As soon as I saw the look on the Sergeant's face, I knew they had given the position to the other officer. That officer is well qualified and I am sure that he will do a good job. But that fact did not provide any consolation. I was told that it was a split vote, two to one. The Sergeant that voted for me was given the task of telling me the outcome. He told me that I had interviewed well and that none of the interviewers had said anything negative about me. They asked me to finish out the week as the print unit and the following Monday I would be back to my regular duties.

My initial reaction was disbelief. Followed quickly by disappointment, frustration, anger, and embarrassment. Now I had a choice. I could be pissed off and let their decision effect my attitude and performance at work, or I could live my faith and be the best officer that I know how to be. Don't let me fool you, I did not have the best attitude for a couple of days. Jen really helped get me through that. She was very encouraging and supportive. Tuesday and Wednesday were still dark days for me. It did not help that Jen and the kids were out of town. Luckily, Courtney and Mike invited me over for dinner on Tuesday and my parents did the same on Wednesday. That helped. It was not that I just really wanted to be the print unit. Even though I did enjoy the position and felt like I was able to help out the other officer and the citizens. It was the sense of failure, of thinking that I was going to be chosen, only to have it go to someone else, again. I thought back to other interviews, and I could not think of a time when I was the "winner" after an interview process. Self doubt started to creep in. That is where the support of Jen and the rest of the family was timely and helpful. If only to distract me from work until my initial reaction had passed.

Tuesday and Wednesday were both very slow nights, until late in the shift. Then on both days, we had a rash of burglaries of businesses. They were all clustered in the same area and were all smash and grab burglaries. The suspect used a rock or brick to smash the front door glass and then ran inside to grab the coins from the register or the tip jar. It was a lot of risk for very little reward, but so far he has not been caught. 

The desk Sergeant wanted JR to ride with an officer for his first week back on patrol. JR rode with B the first three nights, and then with me on Thursday and Friday. Thursday night started off quickly with a family violence assault in progress that dropped right after roll call. We checked by and as we were arriving another officer, JW, said over the radio that the suspect had just ran from him and jumped a fence into an apartment complex that we happened to be right in front of. With the help of other officers, we set up a quick perimeter around the area and waited for a canine officer to search for the suspect with his dog. Just as the canine officer arrived, the primary officer called off the search over the radio. JW was not happy. He had a suspect disregard his commands and run from him, and then another officer just called off the search without so much as looking for the suspect. I talked with JW later and explained to him that this particular officer does that at times. He does things his way, and does not like help from other officers.

Right after that call, we went to a burglary of a motor vehicle scene. The victim thought that fingerprints might be on the door handle. We arrived to find a black Hummer with a smashed out window. The vehicle was dirty and there were fingerprints all over all of the door handles. The door with the broken glass would be the most likely spot for the suspect to grab the door handle. On both the inside and outside handles, there was mud. Apparently the suspect had very dirty hands before they broke into this Hummer. The mud was smeared all over the handles and that made lifting any prints impossible for me. I then asked the victim what had been taken. She said that she had left an iPod and a MacBook Pro laptop in plain view on the backseat of the Hummer. When will people learn? 

Towards the end of the night we were dispatched to take some photos of a robbery scene. A couple living in a gated townhouse community were awakened by the sound of breaking glass. The male looked outside and saw someone rummaging through his truck which was parked on the street outside of the gates. He grabbed a gun and went outside. By the time he got outside, the suspect had gotten into a vehicle and drove away. The male checked his vehicle and then stood by the passenger side of his truck in some shadows waiting for the police. As he was standing there, a car came down the street and stopped by his truck. Apparently the driver of the car did not see the male in the shadows. A suspect got out of the passenger side of the car and started walking toward the truck. At this point, the male yelled at the suspect and pointed his gun at him. The suspect quickly jumped back into the car and the car began to drive away. As the car was leaving, the driver stuck his hand out of the driver's side window. He was holding a gun, and he fired three rounds at the male, gangster style over the roof of his car. The truck owner fired one shot back at the car as he was diving for cover. No one was hit by the bullets, in fact we could not find a bullet hole anywhere. We did find one shell casing on the street, which I photographed. It turned out that there were five vehicles parked on the street. Two had been burglarized, both them belonging to the same couple. The female even said that there had been a few burglaries of vehicles on the street in recent months. That begged the question, why not park your vehicles in your perfectly good garage which is inside your gated community? That would significantly reduce the chances of a vehicle burglary. She did not have an answer. 

Friday night started with a short chase. Another unit ran the plate of a vehicle and it came back as being a stolen vehicle. That unit called for back-up and everyone in the district started heading in his direction. For safety reasons, we try wait for another unit or two to catch with us before initiating a traffic stop on a stolen vehicle. But, sometimes you do not have a choice. The stolen vehicle made a few quick turns and then pulled into a paring lot. The driver stayed in the vehicle until he was given verbal commands to exit the vehicle, while having guns pointed at him. We arrived as the driver was exiting the vehicle. We noticed a man standing nearby, and he casually said to us that the vehicle was his. And that the man being placed in hand cuffs was his father. The vehicle had been reported stolen a few months ago, and the family had found the vehicle a few weeks later. The family had failed to notify law enforcement that they had found their vehicle, so it was still listed as stolen in our system. After quickly verifying the man's story, the dad was released and the proper report was completed to take the stolen hit off of the vehicle. It would be a little below average to be removed from your vehicle at gun point because the police thought it was a stolen vehicle. But, that is what can happen if you do not let us know that you found your stolen vehicle. 

That brings us to the end of another week on patrol.

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