I’m away at the Writers Police Academy in Hamilton, Ohio, so my blogging is going to be a little sporadic. As you read this today we’ll be taking tours of the county morgue and local police station. There’ll be presentations by prosecutors, defense attorneys, arson investigators, and canines and their handlers. Also, we’ll be conducting some wonderful workshops lasting until midnight!

On Saturday we’ll all be busy teaching writers how to handcuff bad guys (that’s right, this is an actual hands-on conference), dust for fingerprints, and the proper procedure for stopping a car full of dangerous felons. Oh, did I mention we’ll be doing this with a real patrol car complete with lights, siren, and guns?

In the meantime, please take a moment to test your knowledge of cops and robbers by answering the following questions:

1) BOLO has replaced the use of APB (All Points Bulletin). True or false?

2) A robbery is when a bad guy breaks into your home and steals your DVD player. True or false?

3) A civilian can entrap a bad guy. True or false?

4) A ghetto bird is another name for a pigeon. True or false?

5) Hooch is a street nickname for a prostitute. True or false?

6) OIC is texting code for “Oh I’m Cute. True or false?

7) UC stands for Undercover Officer. True or false?

8) Utter means to pass a bad or forged check. True or false?

9) A process server is someone who waits tables in a cop bar. True or false?

10) Crooks convicted of serious felonies, such as murder, serve their sentences in county jails. True or false?

I’ll check in from time to time throughout the day to see how you’re doing.

By the way, no news is good news on Fridays. We have another week with no officer deaths to report. However, a couple officers were shot by suspects. Thankfully the officers lived.

Becky Cantrell

Rebecca Cantrell bought her first typewriter with babysitting money at age thirteen. Since then, she has written novels, screenplays, and short stories about the Alaskan wilderness, Berlin before and after the wall, and dot com Silicon Valley. She has also written many technical manuals. “A Trace of Smoke” is her first published novel. As of this writing, she lives in Hawaii with her husband and son.

Missing People

Like most parents, losing a child is the scariest thing I can imagine so when Echelon Press asked me to donate to a collection of short stories about missing people, aptly titled MISSING, I jumped at the chance.

Echelon isn’t just talking about missing people, they’re doing something to help. All of the proceeds from the book are donated to the National Center for Missing & Exploited Children (NCMEC), an organization founded by John Walsh from America’s Most Wanted. Their mission is:

“to help prevent child abduction and sexual exploitation; help find missing children; and assist victims of child abduction and sexual exploitation, their families, and the professionals who serve them.”

In addition to helping lost children, they have information on ways to keep children safe, including how to teach your children safety skills and how to check up on child care providers. You can find out more at “What to do if Your Child Goes Missing.”

There is a lot of valuable information there. I am proud to be one of the authors who donated my story to help support them.

Missing persons is a hard topic to think about, and I admit it was difficult for me to research it. Did you know that on any given month there are about 100,000 active missing persons cases in the United States? In less than two months that’s the entire population of the Big Island of Hawaii.

To find out what was going on closer to home, I searched for missing children listed at missingkids.com. I found 12 children missing in Hawaii, some of them since 1977. One child is even missing from my little town of Kailua Kona. Luna Marie Fox, missing since July 5, 2005.

In a stable society, like the United States today, the typical victim of abduction and murder is the little girl next door. Statistically, she’s approximately 11 years old and is described as a “low risk” and “normal.” She lives in a middle-class neighborhood, has good relationships with her family and initially met her abductor within a quarter mile of her house.

The site details what happens after a child goes missing, which boils down to: look everywhere (don’t forget the trunk of the car and large appliances) and contact law enforcement. If you’re in a store, many stores have a protocol called Code Adam where employees mobilize and start looking for the child immediately. New laws allow police to list children under 14 as missing within two hours, so be sure to contact law enforcement immediately with detailed information about the missing child (age; height; weight; distinguishing characteristics such as glasses, braces, birthmarks, scars, piercings; clothing last worn; and a recent picture).

In addition to rules to guide kids to help prevent abductions (http://www.missingkids.com/missingkids/servlet/PageServlet?LanguageCountry=en_US&PageId=3597), the site also lists success stories. For example, 443 children have been recovered through AMBER alerts, the NCMEC reunited several children separated from their parents after Hurricane Katrina, and their CYBERTIP line has led to the arrest of child predators traveling overseas to have sex with minors.

My story, Coffee (http://rebeccacantrell.com/2008/08/25/coffee-short-story-excerpt/), is set just after World War II and deals with one man, an American bomber pilot, who returns to the city that he bombed, this time on the ground. He was born in Berlin, but moved to the United States when he was quite young. He searches for his mother, his aunt, and redemption for his actions. He might not like what he finds, but at least he will find something.

All the stories in the anthology deal with missing persons, but as writers, we resolved each person’s status by the end of the story. Sadly, that’s not so easy to do in real life.

Let’s hope that all of those missing find a way home.

Aloha,
Rebecca Cantrell – www.rebeccacantrell.com
“A Trace of Smoke”
Forge Books May 2009

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* I’m on my way to the Writers Police Academy, so Becky’s going to hold the reins to The Graveyard Shift until I arrive at my hotel later tonight. You’re in good hands!

kent mccord

The end of an era has arrived. Police departments all across the country are abandoning the tradition of using 10-codes when speaking on police radios. Sure, I understand the need to make the switch, but I must admit I’m a little nostalgic about the change.

Nothing sounds more official than the exchange of information on the radio, especially during the middle of the night. And there’s nothing like a graveyard shift dispatcher’s voice when it gently spills into the air from a floor-mounted speaker. Soft, gentle, soothing monotones. Most of them sound as if they used to work as DJs for classical music radio stations.

But change is coming. 10-codes have served their purpose and they’re now settling in to join the other police has-beens—revolvers, hand-cranked sirens, bubblegum lights, and telling bad guys to put down their weapons, and they do.

Why the change? Because many departments don’t use the exact same codes, making it nearly impossible to converse during situations requiring mutual aid from outside agencies. In fact, misinterpreting the codes happens everyday, and often with dire consequences.

For example, one department uses the code 10-99 to indicate a wanted person. A neighboring agency uses the same code (10-99) to indicate a bathroom or meal break. Therefore, if an officer from the first department was in the process of arresting a 10-99 (the wanted person) and subsequently broadcasted the situation over the radio hoping for backup, officers from the neighboring department would assume he was merely taking a nature break.

Even members of a single department sometimes have trouble remembering all the 10-codes, signal seven and eights, Tac channels (tactical), private channels, etc. It can be confusing, especially to newcomers. I remember when rookies referred to hand written cheat sheets they carried in their shirt pockets.

The need to make the switch from 10-codes to just plain English became obvious on 9-11-2001, when emergency crews responded to the aftermath of the terrorist attacks in New York City.  The different agencies couldn’t communicate because each used their own adaptations of the 10-code.

It’s confusing. The officer’s conversation with dispatch below is a prime example of just how mind-boggling the use of 10-codes can be for the untrained ear.

Officer: 2112. 10-23 10-31. 10-17. I’ve got a 10-14 in custody. 10-52 may be needed if this clown resists one more time. 10-4?

Dispatch: 10-4, 2112. 2117 10-6. 2118 and 2119 2112 10-34. 2014 hours.

Officer: Everything’s 10-4. 10-23 10-25 2118 and 2119 and have them disregard.

Dispatch: 10-4. 2115 hours.

Geez…Could things get much more confusing than that gobblety-gook?

The need to switch is obvious and very necessary, but I still think I’ll miss my 4 a.m. 10-99.

Or was that a 10-98? Oh well, I’m 10-7. 10-4?

Let me start out by saying, “Hooray!” Why? Because we made it through an entire episode without having to stomach the horrible medical examiner character and her extremely bad forensics information. Thank goodness she was a no-show. Perhaps she took the week off while the writers consulted with an expert. Let’s hope so. Doug Lyle, is your phone ringing? I’m sure the actor who plays the part would appreciate not looking foolish for once.

Whew! Now that that’s out of the way lets get started with our analysis of the show’s police procedure. We start with the traditional murder – a scene that’s plenty creepy with lots of blood and a bit of West African Voodoo.

Oops, wrong Voodoo. Here you go.

Problems with procedure begin early when a detective opens the victim’s mouth to pull out a piece of evidence. The rule of thumb at a crime scene should be sort of like that catchy Vegas slogan, “What happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas.” In the case of homicide investigations, the wording should be changed to read, “What’s in the body stays in the body.” Detectives shouldn’t remove anything from a body cavity. That’s the job for the M.E. during autopsy.

Castle made this comment to Beckett: “If you find out why (motive) the killer committed the act you’ll find the killer. Couldn’t have said it better myself. Remember MOM – Motive, Opportunity, and Means. Find the person who has all three and you have your killer.

I liked the fact that Castle called in a Voodoo expert to consult with Beckett. Cops do this all the time. After all, when you need to know something about plumbing, who do you ask? A plumber, right?

Beckett noted the defensive wounds on the female victim’s forearms. Great stuff! Very realistic (the information, not the makeup).

One of Beckett’s sidekicks (the Keystone Clones) looked at a glass filled with a red liquid and immediately knew the substance in the dish was chicken blood, and that the container was made in China. How? I’m guessing they learned that trick from the “psychic” medical examiner. She could identify anything without forensic testing. These two guys should pick up a copy of the book Police Procedure and Investigation. In fact, I’d gladly donate one to the writers if they’d send me their mailing address.

Moving right along – Beckett and Castle force their way into an apartment of potential murder suspects. The scene is hot (filled with danger). Beckett goes in with her gun drawn and pointed at the men inside. So far so good. However, Beckett quickly lowers her weapon to pacify the half-dozen large, nervous men. No way! She didn’t even conduct a basic pat down search for weapons.

Next, Castle starts pilfering through the men’s belongings. Another no no. Not without permission or a warrant. However, if the items (fruits or instruments of a crime) had been in plain view they could have confiscated them. If officers have to move something to see what’s beneath it or behind it, that’s considered a search. And they’d need that little thing called a search warrant.

A forensic artist drew a sketch of the suspect. I’ll let Robin Burcell tackle this one. This is her area of expertise. Are you there, Robin?

During an interview of a criminal suspect the bad guy asked for an attorney. Yet Beckett and Castle (I know he’s not a cop, but they’re allowing him to do what he does, so he’s acting as an agent of the police. This means he must play by the rules) continued to question him. No can do. Once a suspect asks for an attorney all questioning must cease at once. No exceptions.

Beckett tells a suspect he can’t leave town. Nope. Unless police have a court order they can’t force anyone to stay put. We’re all free to go where the buffalo roam, if that’s where we want to go.

Beckett and an entry team raid a building looking for the murderer. Horrible procedure. Some of the guys had their weapons pointed at the backs of the people in front of them; some were in a crossfire situation, and Beckett’s positioning of her flashlight was all wrong. She may as well have painted a bright red bulls eye on her chest. The light should be positioned away from the body. Suspects tend to shoot toward a light. A former co-worker of mine would affirm that fact. He was shot in the face by a shotgun-wielding robbery suspect who aimed for my friend’s light.

Castle’s pitiful attempt to describe the suspect’s vehicle was perfect. That’s the way it is in real life. Witnesses are terrible witnesses. They rarely get it 100% right. This was very good.

Again this week Beckett forced her way into a citizen’s home and started searching the innocent homeowner’s handbag. Let’s see…illegal and lawsuit are the two words that come to mind.

Great shootout with the killer at the end. Beckett terminates the standoff with Castle’s help along with the “pop” of a champagne cork (you’d have to be there to appreciate this one). The scene was pretty good until the good detective shot the suspect. She then approached the unconscious and very dangerous crook – a man who’d just fired what seemed like 400 rounds at her – grabbed his hands and folded them in front of his body for cuffing. This isn’t proper or safe (all suspects should be cuffed to the rear), but what made this scenario even worse was the fact that she was looking at Castle, smiling the entire time. The flirt factor was really in high gear! Not once did she even glance at the shooter while applying the cop bling.

There were other things about the show not related to police procedure that deserve a mention. Like Castle’s Kevlar vest with the word WRITER on the ID flap. Hilarious.

The ex-wife was quite annoying. I hope she and the M.E. take a stage left exit and forget to come back.

Oh, did I mention the show was much better without the M.E.?

All in all, I like this show. Really I do.

By the way, the Writers Police Academy begins this Friday. I hope to see some of you there.

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Dr. Katherine Ramsland: Inside the Archives of Rome's Crime History

 

Katherine Ramsland, Ph.D. has published 34 books and over 900 articles, and is the chair of Social Sciences at DeSales University, where she teaches about forensic psychology, profiling, serial murder, and forensic science. Her forthcoming book is The Devil’s Dozen: How Cutting-edge Forensics Took Down 12 Notorious Serial Killers.


What Do You Get When You Cross a Gumshoe with a Serial Killer?

“They know who he is and they’re closing in. After seven gruesome murders, intrepid investigators have chased down the killer, ready to corner him…or shoot him. Their lives are on the line, their weapons are ready, and they pray for the advantage. At least, that’s how it goes in fiction. Novels and film often play up the excitement of chasing a serial killer, and while such cases are actually rare, in the history of law enforcement some killers have posed such a challenge they’ve inspired extraordinary effort.”

This is my opening paragraph for “The Devil’s Dozen,” which features twelve serial murder investigations that were aided by a recent forensic innovation…or that inspired one. It’s a collection for cops, pretty much, as well as fans of detective fiction, because each case offers lessons in how some persistent or creative investigator stretched skills or methods, and thus made all the difference. From the detection of blood or arsenic to the analysis of brain patterns, serial murder has been intricately intertwined with investigative invention. We spend too much time thinking “inside the minds of serial killers” and not enough inside the minds of forensics teams. If not for them, many of these killers would never be caught. I describe several investigators who went the distance and well beyond, along with the joint efforts of cops and scientists that prompted an arrest or conviction.

For example, we’ve heard so much about H. H. Holmes, but not as much about Detective Frank Geyer, who painstakingly tracked down the whereabouts of three of his young victims as the entire nation held its collective breath.

H.H. Holmes

We know the gruesome story of Albert Fish, who cooked a murdered child in a stew, but hardly anyone recalls the name of the clever detective who caught him. How many people realize that the discovery of DNA analysis for solving crimes occurred during the investigation of serial rape-murder? Or how detectives exploited technology to reel in a serial killer who’d been playing cat-and-mouse with them for decades? Or how an emerging blood test stopped a brutal child killer?

Albert Fish

One of my favorite tales in the book occurred where I live. A cop staked out a house where the surviving victim of a three-time killer agreed to act as bait…and the perp arrived in the middle of the night, armed. It’s a tense story about how an ordinary patrol officer got to be a hero. I even interviewed him.

Sometimes an investigation required the prodigious coordination of a number of forensic specialties, as with pig farmer Robert Pickton, but other times it resulted from the simplicity of a shrewd deception. In every case, the investigators had to be experienced, patient, inventive, and aware of how to best utilize the available tools – or interested in devising better ones.

In a survey of 300 serial killers, I found that 21% were identified from persistent – even extraordinary – investigations and another 12% were apprehended during an unrelated police operation. Despite how much we hear these days about botched investigations, tunnel vision, Keystone Kops, and corrupted evidence, there have been some inspiring examples over the past century of what it truly means to detect and solve a heinous crime. Move over, Sherlock!

It was a scientific invention during the nineteenth century that ended the reign of arsenic as the murderer’s weapon of choice, and these days, detectives are learning about brain scans, digital evidence, and nano-technology to improve their skills. One case even involved a combination of gold and zinc. No matter what the era, whenever a series of crimes demands the capture of a killer, good guys have risen to the challenge. That truth remains comfortingly constant.

So what do you get when you cross intrepid gumshoes with serial killers? You get better and better at catching them.

Visit Dr. Katherine Ramsland at www.katherine Ramsland.com.

Linda McCabe

 

Lee asked if I would share some of my photographs from my trip to France with his readers. Lee is such a wonderful friend, how could I turn down such a request?

I have been slowly writing posts on my blog about my trip and spicing up the narrative with pictures. We started in Paris and the first thing we visited was Notre Dame Cathedrale.

Here is one of the famous rose windows from the inside.

A statue of Sainte Jeanne d’Arc or Joan of Arc.

Then we have the patron saints of Paris, Sainte Genevieve whose piety is credited for saving Paris from being sacked by Attila the Hun.

The other patron saint of Paris is Saint Denis. He was martyred and according to legend after his decapitation he picked up his head and walked away. The place he stopped is where Saint Denis Cathedral was built. Many kings of France were crowned and buried at Saint Denis.

Saint Denis is more likely to be depicted like he is on the outside of Notre Dame. Namely, holding his head in his hands.

From the left bank of the River Seine you can see the exterior of Notre Dame Cathedrale from the peacefulness of a small garden.

A short walk away from Notre Dame is where Abelard tutored and fell in love with Heloise. Their tragic love story started only a few hundred feet from the most famous church in France.

Another famous landmark in Paris is the Louvre. It started out as a palace and you can still recognize this from the courtyard.

Even in Paris, reminders of American popular culture can be found if you keep your eyes open.

The Louvre is known for many world famous works of art, but getting a good picture of the Venus de Milo is close to impossible due to the crowds surrounding that statue. However, you can easily get great photos of other statues whose beauty I frankly prefer over the Venus de Milo. Such as this one of the goddess Athena.

Or this statue of the goddess Artemis.

I shall leave you with an image of Notre Dame Cathedrale at night.

Have a good weekend.

Click here to view Linda’s ongoing recap of her journeys.

Friday's Heroes - Remembering the fallen officers

Trooper Mike Haynes, 28

Montana Highway Patrol

On March 27, 2009, Trooper Mike Haynes succumbed to injuries he received on March 23, 2009, when his patrol car was hit head on by a drunk driver.

Trooper Haynes is survived by his wife and two small children.

Sergeant Randy White, 32

Bridgeport Texas Police Department

Sergeant Randy White was killed on April 2, 2009, when his patrol car was struck in the rear by a criminal suspect who was attempting to elude other police officers.

Sergeant White leaves behind a wife and a five-year-old daughter.

Pittsburgh Police Department

Officers Eric Kelly, Paul Sciullo, and Stephen Mayhle were each killed by gunfire on April 4, 2009. The officers were responding to a domestic dispute when they were ambushed by the shooter.

Officer Kelly leaves behind his wife and daughter.

Officer Mayle leaves behind a wife and two daughters.

Detective Allen Pearson, 29

Lenoir County North Carolina sheriffs Deparment

Detective Allen Pearson was shot and killed on April 7, 2009, while attempting to apprehend a criminal suspect.

Detective Pearson is survived by his wife.

Deputy Sheriff Richard J. Stiles, Jr., 37

East Feliciana Louisiana Parrish Police Department

On April 7, 2009, Deputy Richard Stiles succumbed to injuries he received in a head on collision on April 3, 2009.

*Thanks to ODMP

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The following was submitted by Lt. David Swords, one of the police experts here on The Graveyard Shift.

As most are painfully aware, Philadelphia Police Officer John Pawlowski fell in the line of duty on February 13, 2009. He was killed by gunfire after responding to a disturbance cal.

The night John was murdered; he was designated as “359” for the purposes of radio dispatching. It was as Unit 359 that he and his partner were dispatched to the disturbance call that ultimately ended in John’s death.

The “35” represents the 35th Police District of Philadelphia.

The Last Call is a Law Enforcement tradition, and is conducted during the funeral ceremony. You will hear the dispatcher attempt to contact the fallen officer via the police radio. Hearing no response, they will report to the police supervisor that they are unable to reach him. Police command will ask that the time be marked, and that the badge number of the fallen officer be removed from service for the last time.

The attached audio file is from the funeral of Police Officer John Pawlowski. The dispatcher marks the time of Friday February 13, 2009 at 8:44pm, which is the moment John gave his life in service to the people of Philadelphia and to the citizens of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania.

http://blog.hanrahanconsulting.us/files/105405-98178/Pawlowski.mp3

Police officers have one of the highest suicide rate in the country. The number of divorced officers is staggering – possibly the second highest divorce rate overall. Cops are second when it comes to problem drinking.  A law enforcement career is the most stressful career in the United States according to Hans Selye, the leading researcher in stress in the world.

What is it about police work that’s so unique? Chronic stress seems to be a major culprit, because, like anything else in excess, the body becomes used to it, building a sort of tolerance which can cause the officer to regress. This regression causes the officer to become more childish and immature. Spouses often report that their officer husband or wife becomes more self-centered, irritable, and even whiny, like a spoiled child. These are all signs of repressed stress in a police officer.

Chronic stress also causes officers to become insensitive. They’ve grown tired of seeing other people hurt, so they begin to stop feeling, or caring, about other people. In fact, they may even begin to care less about hurting other people, and do, without remorse.

Repeatedly answering stressful calls, day in and day out, one after another, wears on an officers strength – their ability to remain strong in high-tension situations. This loss of mental strength can make an officer much more vulnerable to even the normal pressures of life – a sick child, bills, etc.

Police officers are in a constant Catch-22, a damned if you do, damned if you don’t, world. They’re expected to make split-second, life-changing decisions (and I mean that literally), but at the same time they’re forced with the worry of being disciplined for that very action. And they must also fear public reaction to their decisions, which could also lead to career-ending civil actions where the officer loses everything.

All this for a whopping $40,000 or so per year. Well, unless you’re in Boston where it’s been reported that, with overtime, some officers rake in approximately $200,000 each year.

Have you seen signs of stress in a police officer? If so, what?

Dispatchers: An Officer's Life Is In Their Hands

 

Imagine working an entire county alone, on the Graveyard Shift. It’s just you, your police car, and the few tools on your duty belt to keep dozens, maybe hundreds of square miles and thousands of sleeping citizens safe from who knows what. This is the fodder for the imaginations of writers like Stephen King and Dean Koontz. But this isn’t Odd Thomas or the misery inflicted on novelist Paul Sheldon by Annie Wilkes. No, this is real life. It’s police work that occurs all across the country, every night. And the best line of defense between you and death lies in the skills and knowledge of the person on the other end of your police radio, your dispatcher.

Police dispatchers are the first line of contact for people with emergencies. They also field calls from people who dial 911 because McDonald’s is out of McNuggets (true story!) It’s a dispatcher’s duty to gather and sort pertinent information and then relay that information to the officers on the street – information such as, whether or not a suspect is dangerous, or if there are weapons present at the residence where the officers are headed. This is really important stuff! In fact, having advance knowledge of the presence of weapons and other dangers – explosives, chemicals, biting animals, sink holes, traffic jams, bridges that are out, overflowing creeks and rivers – is top priority. It’s especially important for responding officers to know about the presence of weapons.

But what happens when a dispatcher fails to provide necessary information to the officers working the streets?

Well, it seems that a Pittsburgh, Pa. dispatcher chose not to pass along information about weapons in a house where a domestic dispute was in progress. Her decision to withhold that piece of extremely vital information from the officers cost three of them their lives. Two others were wounded during the shooting.

 

CNN – “It was pure human error and a terrible thing that occurred,” Bob Full, chief of emergency services for Allegheny County, told CNN affiliate WTAE.

“In this particular case, our call-taker did not follow through with the appropriate training that she had received and [make] the appropriate notation that there were weapons in the house.”

The bodies of the Pittsburgh police officers — Stephen Mayhle, Paul Sciullo III and Eric Kelly — are scheduled to lie in repose at Pittsburgh’s city-county building Wednesday before a public memorial is held Thursday.

Richard Poplawski, 22, is in custody in connection with the shootings.

 

He was hospitalized over the weekend after being shot in the leg during the gunbattle and standoff with police that lasted four hours.

Police have not disclosed where he is being held. They said he would be charged with three counts of homicide, aggravated assault and other charges.

Poplawski’s mother, Margaret, called 911 about 7 a.m. Saturday to report that her son was “giving her a hard time,” according to a criminal complaint filed in the case.

She told police she awoke to discover that “the dog had urinated on the floor” and awakened her son “to confront him about it,” and the two argued. Margaret Poplawski told her son that she was calling police to remove him from the home, the complaint said.

During that call, according to WTAE, the dispatcher asked Margaret Poplawski, “does he have any weapons or anything?” referring to her son.

The woman replied, “Yes.” She paused and then said, “they’re all legal.”

“OK, but he’s not threatening you with anything?” the dispatcher asked.

WTAE reported that Margaret Poplawski did not answer directly but said, “look, I’m just waking up from a sleep, and I want him gone.”

Full pointed out that the call was a “casual conversation” and that although “there’s no excuse for it whatsoever … gathering from the casual nature of the call, the call-taker took an inference that [the caller] was not threatened and that guns or weapons were not involved. And it never was relayed to the police officers.”

Authorities said the responding officers, Mayhle and Sciullo, were shot as they arrived at the home. Kelly was shot later as he arrived to help them.

Police believe that Poplawski, wearing a bulletproof vest, fired more than 100 rounds at officers with an AK-47, another rifle and a pistol, authorities said Saturday.

The dispatcher has been placed on paid administrative leave, Full said. “You can only imagine how fragile this individual is. This young lady came to work that day … she had no intentions on ever letting this go.”

“The woman is being assisted through the county’s employee assistance program,” he said.

Pittsburgh Mayor Luke Ravenstahl said in a statement that, although he has commended the county 911 center many times, Saturday’s events “revealed a flaw in the 911 system.”

“We now know that the 911 dispatcher was made aware that guns were present … and that this information was not communicated to the officers,” Ravenstahl said, according to WTAE. “Before responding to the call, the officers should have had the benefit of knowing that the actor owned firearms. We will never know if Saturday’s events would have gone differently had the officers known.”

Ravenstahl said he has asked the center’s management to develop a plan of action “to address flaws in the system and to ensure that this type of incident never happens again,” WTAE reported.

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* You can find me over at Mysterious People today where I’m being interrogated by Jean Henry Mead.

This week’s episode of Castle, A Chill Goes Through Her Veins, was overflowing with police procedure and forensics. Some was good, and some was not so good.

Let’s dive right in and get the initial medical examiner scene out of the way. As usual, M.E. Lanie Parrish was the weak link of the show. Perhaps I should say she was the missing link, since some of her science was so freakishly horrid. A frozen body melting like a snow cone on a hot summer day in Georgia? Puhleeze…

Bodies do not melt like the Wicked Witch of Oz fame. Nor can anyone tell, merely by glancing at the body while it’s at the crime scene, that it had been frozen less than 24 hours after death.

I’m no pathologist, but I’d think that’s where a microscope and tissue samples, post autopsy, would come in handy.

Lanie Parrish has to be the most gifted pathologist on the face of the earth. Watch out Dr. G.

Next, the needle on the believability scale inches upward a notch when Beckett and Castle deliver the bad news to the victim’s parents. Beckett again offers a pretty reasonable depiction of a cop’s compassion during difficult circumstances. However, the needle dives back into the red when the dynamic duo (Yes, even Batman was mentioned in this episode. More on that reference in a second) meets with a local sheriff.

Anyone who’s ever met a real-life sheriff knows what their uniform looks like – tons of bling hanging from every pocket, collar, crease, and hidey-hole. Shoot, most county sheriffs sport more gold stars than the entire Joint Chief’s of Staff combined. The sheriff who met with Beckett and Castle failed to display collar insignias (stars or SHERIFF written in gold) to designate his rank (Sorry, Sheriff Metzger :).

The information about the homeless guy witnessing the body disposal was good. Cops learn quite a bit from street people. And they do toss them a couple bucks every now and then, too.

Okay, it’s time for the BS meter to take another dive. The warehouse guy discovers a dead, frozen body in a freezer and then dumps it at a construction site, but doesn’t get charged with a crime? In fact, Beckett barely raises an eyebrow. Oh sure, cops would simply overlook this one. No big deal, right? I guess it’s okay to unload dead bodies in New York City, as long as you freeze them first.

We’re going into the negative numbers with this next point. The woman’s body was stuffed into a small chest-type freezer where it remained for five years in a semi-fetal position. The genius medical examiner stated that it had been thawing for only two hours (how she came to that conclusion I do not know). Yet, when the body is discovered, it was lying outstretched as if she was lying in the sun, tanning. And that brings up another point. Dead bodies, frozen or not, are not the color of Smurfs!

Okay, no more rambling. I’ll just list the points from here on out.

– Beckett uses a white board to post facts about the case. In fact, she called it a Murder Board. This is good stuff. I used a white board for my cases. I still use a white board for plotting fiction, and for keeping track of information for nonfiction projects. Many writers uses plot boards. I’m curious. Do you use a board or something similar? Maybe Martha Alderson’s method of plotting on butcher paper?

– This has nothing to do with police or forensics, but I loved the laser tag scene.

– Beckett made a comment about Castle reminding her of Batman, the rich superhero. Actually, I’ve met many cops who, as kids, enjoyed reading superhero comic books. I did. Of course, I also liked Poe, Mark Twain, The Hardy Boys, and Charles Dickens.

– There was a scene where Beckett and Castle were brainstorming, rapidly tossing ideas back and forth.

Dr. Gabrielle Rico, author of Writing the Natural Way, teaches brainstorming as a means to overcome writers block.

Many cops brainstorm, especially those who work with regular partners. This scene was also where Castle told Beckett she needed to get inside the killer’s head to see the obstacles he faced. This was great stuff!

– Detective Beckett held her flashlight in her non gun hand. Good technique.

– Castle was left alone in the records room with a murder case file. No way a civilian would be allowed to do this! Robert Crais wrote a scene similar to this in one of his recent books, but he totally pulled it off. But that guy has the uncanny ability to write cops, and that’s not the easiest thing to do.

– Finally, Beckett has a great line near the end of the show. She said, “Cops aren’t like writers. They don’t get to decide how a story ends.”

* Remember, Castle is a work of fiction, a comedy. Please don’t use it as a research tool. But I really like this show. Well, except for the medical examiner. Her nonsensical ramblings are tough to watch and hear.


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