A Century of Female Cops

Dr. Katherine Ramsland has published 37 books, 16 short stories, and over 900 articles. She is professor of forensic psychology and criminal justice at DeSales University, and her latest books are Inside the Minds of Sexual Predators and The Forensic Psychology of Criminal Minds.

Risk Assessment for College
On February 12, 2010, a Harvard-trained biology professor reacted badly during a late-afternoon faculty meeting. Months earlier, she’d been denied tenure and was facing some tough decisions about her future. It’s rare to see an incident of workplace violence on a college campus, and even less likely that a woman’s the shooter, but that’s what happened when Amy Bishop, 42, allegedly picked up a 9-mm handgun. She killed three of her colleagues and wounded three others at the University of Alabama at Huntsville. (At this writing, two remain in critical condition).

The attack occurred in the science building, and Bishop was taken into custody outside. Reportedly, she denied that the incident had happened, but it was not the first time she had shot someone. Years ago, in an incident tagged accidental she had fatally shot her brother three times. The gun she used was not on her but hours later it was located inside. Bishop did not have a permit. Students who know the assistant professor were stunned, and one said that she’d been calm that morning during class. However, she seemed to be targeting the tenure process decisions-makers. Among the dead were the department chair and two professors who’d reach the coveted security she was seeking. The campus immediately closed down as authorities sorted through what had happened that day.

Police take Amy Bishop into custody after the shooting. (CNN photo)

For a long time, Americans bought the image of a college campus as a safe haven, but a murder at Lehigh University in 1986 forced statistics out in the open. There was more crime, violent and otherwise, than most people realized. R. Barri Flowers documents it in his 2009 book, College Crime: A Statistical Study of Offenses on American Campuses, with an emphasis on crime involving or targeting students. Among the cases is one that launched a new openness about the realities of college campuses.

Jeanne Ann Clery, 19, was asleep in her room when another student, Joseph Henry, broke in around 6:00 A.M. He raped and sodomized her, strangled her with a slinky toy, and cut her throat. Apparently, he’d exploited the common practice by female residents of propping open the dorm’s entrance doors to sneak in their boyfriends at night. In this case, it had been propped with pizza boxes. The school’s patrols were aware of this practice but often overlooked it. Not only that, Clery’s killer had a criminal record. According to the New York Times, school officials had known that Henry had problems with drug abuse. He was arrested for the murder after he bragged about it to friends and one of them turned him in. Henry was tried for Clery’s murder and convicted.

Jeanne’s heartbroken parents, Connie and Howard Clery, did some research and learned about three dozen incidents of violent crime on the Lehigh U campus over the prior three years, half committed by Lehigh students. In addition, security was lacking: the door to Jeanne’s dorm had been discovered propped open 181 times in the four month prior to her death. No school official had informed them of this; instead, they’d been told that the campus was safe. There wasn’t even a policy, they learned, for punishing students caught propping doors. The Clerys sued the school, arguing that security measures at their daughter’s dorm had been inadequate. For the safety of future students, they wanted Lehigh to put electronically monitored locks on dormitory entrances, increase security guards, and limit access to the dorms at night to a single main entrance that could be monitored.

The Clerys also launched a national campaign to increase awareness about crime on college campuses, which inspired the PA Legislature to require that all campuses in that state, public or private, publish crime statistics in their admissions literature. Eventually, the Clery Act became a landmark federal law, tying participation to federal financial aid. Any school that failed to comply could receive a fine from the U. S. Department of Education. In 1992, victims’ rights measures were added, and in the 1998 Clery Act, reporting requirements were expanded. In 2008 (after the Virginia Tech shooting that resulted in 33 deaths), schools were required to issue immediate notifications to students, faculty, and employees of any known danger or campus emergency.

Flowers, a crime writer and mystery novelist, makes a point to say that, for the most part, college and universities across the country are safe, but criminality and victimization are certainly not absent. He documents substance abuse, date rape, sexual assault, murder, hate crimes, and stalkers, showing the trends from an array of sources. Of the 7.9 million students enrolled in an American college or university, he says that more than half a million are victims of violent crime (although 85% of these incidents are off campus). In nearly one out of four incidents, a weapon is used, and six out of ten offenders are strangers to the victims, as Henry was to Clery.

 

Author R. Barri Flowers

These days, schools take more precautions. Campus-wide security alerts, instant lockdown, class cancellations, victim counseling, and education about self-protection have become part of the program. Students are drilled on how to respond to unexpected incidents. Research has also turned up more information about why campus crimes are often under-reported, which helps to focus educational efforts. While putting campus crime in perspective with trends across the decades, Flowers also offers victim resources and a guide to the prevention of on-campus crime. (College Crime can be found on www.mcfarland.com.)

California Coast

 

California is one of my favorite places in the world. The drive along the Pacific Coast Highway from San Francisco to Carmel is simply breathtaking. Since we’re getting more snow this weekend here in the suburbs of Mayberry, I thought it would be nice to visit good old California again, even if it’s only a photographic visit.

Friday's Heroes - Remembering the fallen officers

Trooper Andrew C. Baldridge, 25

Ohio State Highway Patrol

February 4, 2010 – Trooper Andrew Baldridge was killed in an automobile accident while responding to assist a deputy sheriff. His training officer, who was riding with him, sustained non-life threatening injuries from the crash. Trooper Baldridge is survived by his parents. He’d only been on the job for two months.

Trooper Baldridge’s patrol car

Senior Parole Agent Ellane Aimiuwu, 57

Illinois Department of Corrections

February 7, 2010 – Agent Ellane Aimiuwu was killed in an automobile accident when an out of control SUV struck two cars and then flipped over, landing on top of Agent Aimiuwu’s department vehicle. Another car was unable to stop and also struck Agent Aimiuwu’s vehicle.

Deputy Sheriff William Frederick Schuck III, 26

Oconee County South Carolina Sheriff’s Office

February 7, 2010 – Deputy Sheriff William Schuck spoke to his pregnant wife on the phone and was then killed in a freak accident just moments later. He’d been patrolling a dirt road when his car became stuck in the mud.  The deputy got out of the car and was surveying the situation when the car slid forward, pinning him against a tree. A search was initiated when Deputy Schuck failed to answer his radio or telephone. A state trooper finally located him at 3am.

Corporal Jeremy McLaren, 28

Spring Hill Tennessee Police Department

February 7, 2010 – Corporal Jeremy McLaren died as a result of injuries he sustained in an automobile accident on February 5, 2010. He’d been returning to the jail after a visit to the magistrate’s office to have citations issued when the driver of a pickup truck ran a red light and struck the corporal’s patrol car. Corporal McLaren had to be xtricated from his vehicle by a rescue crew. He is survived by his wife, parents, and siblings.

Captain Timothy Joel Bergeron, 49

Terrebonne Louisiana Parish Sheriff’s Office

February 7, 2010 – Captain Timothy Joel Bergeron was killed in a motorcycle accident while escorting a Mardi Gras float to the parade starting point. A vehicle turned in front of the float hitting Captain Bergeron head on. He leaves behind his wife and five children.

Deputy Sheriff Don McCutcheon, 36

Clark County Missouri Sheriff’s Office

February 8, 2010 – After returning from answering patrol calls, Deputy Sheriff Don McCutcheon began shoveling snow from the front steps of the sheriff’s office. He soon experienced chest pains and drove himself to a nearby rescue squad where he collapsed while being treated. Deputy McCutcheon was pronounced dead at the hospital. He leaves behind three children.

Officer David T. Zolendziewski, 53

Holyoke Massachusetts Police Department

February 11, 2010 – Officer David Zolendziewski died as a result of injuries he received in an automobile accident six weeks earlier. He’s been on patrol when his car skidded on ice, striking a tree. He leaves behind a wife and three sons.

*Thanks to ODMP

“As soon as I can figure out how to ignite my ‘package’ I’m blowing up this airplane and everyone on it. Merry Christmas, America.” That was Umar Abdulmutallab’s desire on Christmas Day, 2009. Luckily, all this terrorist managed to accomplish was burning his tightie-whities and singeing the family jewels. Passengers on the Detroit-bound plane were able to subdue and restrain the dangerous, smoldering idiot. Great job, guys.

Abdulmutallab was taken into custody immediately after the plane touched down. I’m sure the aircraft had barely stopped rolling before the feds swarmed the thing and dragged this piece of garbage off. Good for them. I hope they pulled him out by his feet, allowing his head to thump on each step as they went down.

Everyone was safe. The plane was unharmed. The terrorist was in custody. An attempt at terrorism over American soil had failed. Luckily.

But here’s where the sandpaper began to rub cross-grain. Nope, things were not going smoothly, according to some politicians. What happened?

Well, it seems that (according to AP):

– FBI agents questioned Abdulmutallab on December 25, shortly after the bombing attempt. They did so without advising the thug of his rights. This was a decision they made at the time. Then, ten hours later a new team of agents arrive and DO read the guy his rights before questioning. Oh no! The first agents blew it! Now they can’t use “anything he said against him.” That’s what most people think. But are those folks correct in their assumptions? If you believe TV, then yes. But…

Did you know there’s a special exception to the Miranda rules? Yep. There sure is. A 1984 rape case involving defendant Benjamin Quarles set that standard. Quarles argued that police approached him (actually, they chased the scrote inside a supermarket where they recovered the pistol he’d used to make his female rape victim comply with his demands) and questioned him about his weapon before advising him of Miranda. Well, according to the Supreme Court decision in this case (I’ve only posted brief portions of the decision):

U.S. Supreme Court
NEW YORK v. QUARLES, 467 U.S. 649 (1984)
467 U.S. 649

NEW YORK v. QUARLES
CERTIORARI TO THE COURT OF APPEALS OF NEW YORK

No. 82-1213.

Argued January 18, 1984
Decided June 12, 1984

JUSTICE REHNQUIST delivered the opinion of the Court.

Respondent Benjamin Quarles was charged in the New York trial court with criminal possession of a weapon. The trial court suppressed the gun in question, and a statement made by respondent, because the statement was obtained by police before they read respondent his “Miranda rights.” That ruling was affirmed on appeal through the New York Court of Appeals. We granted certiorari, 461 U.S. 942 (1983), and we now reverse. 1 We conclude that under the circumstances involved in this case, overriding considerations of public safety justify the officer’s failure to provide Miranda warnings before he asked questions devoted to locating the abandoned weapon.,,

…We hold that on these facts there is a “public safety” exception to the requirement that Miranda warnings be given before a suspect’s answers may be admitted into evidence, [467 U.S. 649, 656] and that the availability of that exception does not depend upon the motivation of the individual officers involved. In a kaleidoscopic situation such as the one confronting these officers, where spontaneity rather than adherence to a police manual is necessarily the order of the day, the application of the exception which we recognize today should not be made to depend on post hoc findings at a suppression hearing concerning the subjective motivation of the arresting officer. 6 Undoubtedly most police officers, if placed in Officer Kraft’s position, would act out of a host of different, instinctive, and largely unverifiable motives – their own safety, the safety of others, and perhaps as well the desire to obtain incriminating evidence from the suspect.

The officers in the Quarle case were absolutely correct when they put their safety first (as well as the well-being of everyone in the store) before worrying about advising a rapist of his right to stop flapping his gums or they’d use his words to put his sorry butt in prison for life.

 

So what’s the big deal. Why all the political doo doo smearing over this attempted airplane bombing case? The FBI agents acted properly. According to The Supremes, EVERYTHING the terrorist said can legally be used against him. Besides, the feds don’t need a single spoken word from the bad guy to convict him. They have dozens of eyewitnesses, the smoking gun (in this case, smoking undies), a history of terrorist activity in the guy’s past… So why would they need him to say, “Uh huh, I done it.” The answer is, they don’t.

What the politicians do want is information regarding his connections in the terrorist camps. So, as usual, our elected leaders have decided to use this incident as a political weapon. Maybe they’re right, maybe not. But I do know this, based on what we’ve been provided, the FBI agents acted properly. So leave them alone and let them do their jobs. It’s over, done, and we have to live with their decisions. Move on, let them build their case against the guy, and then put him away for life. Let him think about the burning bush for the rest of his days on earth.

I’m really tired of all the political squabbling over every single minute issue (I know this one’s not minute, but…). So I have an idea for the next election. Forget Obama, McCain, Clinton, Gore, Cheney, Bush, Limbaugh, Beck, Palin, Romney…forget all of those folks. Here’s my choice:

I’m just saying…

Heather Leonard

Heather Leonard practices law in both the federal and state courts in the State of Alabama. She has handled numerous appeals before the United States Court of Appeals for the Eleventh Circuit. While her practices focuses on the area of labor and employment law, she also handles complex litigation cases and criminal matters. She teaches at numerous seminars, and articles she has written have been published in the Birmingham Bar Association Journal and the Alabama Lawyer. She has appeared several times on National Public Radio’s Marketplace, and has been quoted in the New York Times.

But Did He Do It?
Charles Dickens wrote that “if there were no bad people there would be no good lawyers.” Most people assume that everyone accused of a crime is guilty, and that it is only through a ruthless lawyer that the guilty go free. Without question, there are bad people who do bad things. There are also people who found themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time. They all deserve a defense, and their lawyers must provide it, ethically.

Most criminal defense lawyers, when asked how they defend persons accused of unspeakable acts, respond that their job is to defend the system. Under the American system of law, the accused is presumed innocent until the prosecution proves, beyond a reasonable doubt, that he or she committed the bad acts alleged. In defending the system, a defense lawyer makes sure that evidence, rather than prejudices and assumptions, are used as proof. This insures that fundamental rights are not arbitrarily denied.

The United States Constitution protects individual rights against government encroachment. The Bill of Rights codifies negative rights. It is a list of “thou shall nots” for the government. Key among the “shall nots” are protections against the government depriving persons accused of criminal wrong doing of their liberty without first giving the accused notice of the wrong of which they have been accused and a fair hearing. The Constitution provides that nobody accused of a crime can be forced to give evidence against themselves. This is because the burden of proof lies with the government to prove the wrongdoing, not with the accused to prove his innocence. The Constitution emphasizes that everyone has a right to a defense.

The challenge for the defense lawyer is how to mount the defense. Lawyers are bound by a code of ethics that direct how they do their job. The American Bar Association’s Rules of Professional Conduct provide guidance as to how a lawyer can represent his or her client:
Rule 3.1 – A lawyer shall not bring or defend a proceeding, or assert or controvert an issue therein, unless there is a basis in law and fact for doing so that is not frivolous, which includes a good faith argument for an extension, modification or reversal of existing law. A lawyer for the defendant in a criminal proceeding, or the respondent in a proceeding that could result in incarceration, may nevertheless so defend the proceeding as to require that every element of the case be established.

Rule 3.3 – (a) A lawyer shall not knowingly: (1) make a false statement of fact or law to a tribunal or fail to correct a false statement of material fact or law previously made to the tribunal by the lawyer; (2) fail to disclose to the tribunal legal authority in the controlling jurisdiction known to the lawyer to be directly adverse to the position of the client and not disclosed by opposing counsel; or (3) offer evidence that the lawyer knows to be false. If a lawyer, the lawyer’s client, or a witness called by the lawyer, has offered material evidence and the lawyer comes to know of its falsity, the lawyer shall take reasonable remedial measures, including, if necessary, disclosure to the tribunal. A lawyer may refuse to offer evidence, other than the testimony of a defendant in a criminal matter, that the lawyer reasonably believes is false.
In plain English, this means that a lawyer cannot knowingly raise a defense which she or he knows to be frivolous or false. This means not only that a lawyer cannot allow his or her client to lie on the stand, but also that the lawyer cannot allow a witness to give false information. For this reason, some lawyers are cautious in the questions which they ask their clients. If the client reveals to the lawyer that she committed the crime, then the lawyer cannot ethically put on a defense asserting that the accused could not have committed the crime because she had an alibi. The lawyer cannot knowingly raise a false defense or allow a witness, including the accused, to lie to the court.

Yet, truth must be the guiding principle. Without knowing the truth about the facts and circumstances surrounding the alleged crime, a lawyer is flying blind in court, unable to adequately prepare the case and address adverse witnesses and arguments. It is for this very reason, that a defense lawyer must know the answer to the burning question, “but did he do it.” Justice requires that the lawyer get that answer.

 


Well, another episode has passed and it was business as usual inside the halls of BCPD (Beckett Castle Police Department), and that business, of course, was murder. As usual, the victim was discovered in some sort of quirky position. This stiff, a professional ball player, was found lying in the dirt on a ball field while being bombarded with baseballs spewing from a pitching machine. Ironic? Not for this show. And that’s a good thing.

Before I go any further, I guess I should post the monotonous disclaimer about these Castle “reviews.” These blog posts pertain to police procedure, forensics, and other cop stuff only. I am not reviewing the script, the actor’s capabilities, the wardrobe, Nathan Fillion’s dentist, Stana Katic’s mother’s gardeners, or Joe Torre’s work history with the Dodgers. I don’t know what else I can say to help you understand. I’ve made changes in the blog title. I’ve added the weekly disclaimers. I’ve announced it on many of the writer’s loops. The dead horse is tired of its weekly beatings, and I know I’m tired of delivering them. I’m just saying…

Whew! Now, with that said, off we go…


No cutsey, tongue in cheek delivery this week. Just the straight scoop:

– The M.E. (I like this guy, even though Laney Parrish has finally come around) says the victim was hit in the back of the head, because that’s what the blood spatter indicated. Okay, that was easy enough. But…

If the dead guy had been hit in the back of the head with enough force to kill him, and that would have to be one heck of a swing (I say that because a bad guy once tried to knock my head into left field with a Louisville Slugger, but all it did was knock me out for a few moments. I still managed to cuff the guy while I was in LaLa Land), then how did he land on his back? The force of the hit should have driven the body a bit forward, not backward.

– The M.E. said the guy’s body temp indicated he’d been dead between 2 and 3 hours. We all know that body temp cools at a rate of approximately 1.5 hours in warm weather, a little faster in cooler weather. To know how long this victim had been in baseball heaven, our M.E. of the day would have had to check the core temperature of the body. And how is that done? Yep, either by making an incision just below the rib margin, near the liver, and inserting a thermometer into the liver. Or, he could have inserted a thermometer into the part of the victim’s body nearest home plate—the rectum. Either way, the victim’s clothing would have to be disturbed, undone, etc. This week’s victim was still smartly dressed, with his designer clothing still immaculately intact. Details…

– Beckett said something about blood spatter on the ground along with clear footprints, probably left by the killer. She says, “Get CSU out here.” Why? There’d really be nothing for them to see since Beckett and her partners immediately began walking through that very dirt and blood, contaminating and disturbing the area with their own footprints.

– I liked the exchange between the captain and Castle about Castle’s family history.

Captain – “Sure there aren’t any cops in the Castle family tree?”

Castle – “No, us Castles’s are mostly con artists and circus folks…and mind readers.”

Well, Castle’s description of his family is a perfect description of really good cop. So, good stuff!

– Beckett’s little girl-like star-struck behavior was a little out of character for her tough cop persona. Investigators come into contact with celebrities and other hot shots all the time and it doesn’t really faze them, especially not during the course of an investigation. I wasn’t crazy over this scene. However, I did like the Castle/Torres interaction. That was more like how it would go with a real investigator meeting a celebrity. I remember when I encountered one of the biggest names in TV ever. This was during a major criminal investigation, and when this HUGE name in the business stepped into my office we shook hands and immediately got down to police business. Sure, this person’s outfit was worth more than I made in a year (I know the watch alone cost more than my house at the time), but I didn’t see things that way, and neither do most other cops, especially seasoned ones like Beckett.

– Okay, here’s something that made me sit up and toss my late-night dessert at the TV. One of Beckett’s partners announces a major break in the case—tire impressions. Hoo boy, this was a good one. He said they found tire impressions at the scene, and the impressions were unique—they’d been patched twice.

Holes in tires are normally repaired one of two ways. One – a patch is installed over the hole—ON THE INSIDE OF THE TIRE. That wouldn’t show up in the impression. Two  – a rubber plug is inserted and glued into the hole. That would probably show up in a really good impression casting. However, and this is a big however, the detective said that the impression matched an impression from an aggravated assault case that occurred over a year ago. Well, he said all this just a few hours after the discovery of the body, right? Well, for starters, it takes quite a while for crime scene techs or detectives to prepare for the collection of impression evidence. First they finish examining the scene, then they decide where and what to collect. Then they have to mix the dental stone, pour it into the impression, and then let it harden. It takes approximately 30 minutes, or so, before you can even touch the stuff to see if it’s hardened enough for removal. Once it has become firm enough to lift away from the tire track, the mixture should be left alone for 24-48 hours before brushing away dirt and debris. Then the cast is ready for examination and comparison to another track.

– Hooray! The M.E. said he couldn’t tell the height of the killer based on the blow from the baseball bat. Of, course blood spatter would give the approximate position of the head when the trauma was delivered, but who cares. He got it right this time. For months, Laney Parrish has been saying she could tell the killer’s height based on fantasy forensics. Read Doug Lyle’s Forensic For Dummies, people!

– The day after the murder Beckett tells someone to have “uniforms” canvass the neighborhood, asking if area residents had seen anyone in the area. Normally, patrol officers assist with this immediately after the crime while they’re already on the scene. Detectives do the door-knocking in the days afterward. Patrol officers have other things to do, such as patrol.

– Beckett and her fearless crew kick in the apartment door of a murder suspect, sort of. Doors are NOT that easy to kick in. I’ve seen very large officers kick doors and bounce off like they’d struck a trampoline. I’ve also seen an officer kick a door and stick his leg all the way through, but the lock and area around it remained intact, and locked.  That’s why we use battering rams and other tools. Nothing worse than kicking and kicking and kicking, but can’t get in. That’s sort of a subtle hint to the folks inside that police officers are in the hallway, and as soon as they figure out how to get inside they’re going to arrest them. It’s not a very effective tactic.

– Beckett found a footprint on the floor and again ordered someone to get CSU over there. Then she walked directly across the area, contaminating it. THEN, she discovered a large splash of blood in the sink (how she knew it was blood, I don’t know). I’m wondering how that much of the victim’s blood got in the sink. Did the killer collect a vial of it so he could pour it in and on various places? This was a dumb one.

– Oh, what was the deal with the pitching machine? It was tossing balls at a dead guy on the ground, yet he was supposedly having a little batting practice before he was killed. The machine would have been pitching the balls in the strike zone, not at his feet. Are we supposed to believe that the killer, the dead guy’s agent (WE all know that agents can be pretty deadly) took the time to adjust the machine after slugging the star in the head? No way. Another fact gone awry.

All in all, this was just an okay episode for me.

What’s up with the sudden interest in Castle’s family history? Why are they talking about his unknown father? Could it be? Could it? Could Rick Castle actually be Beckett’s brother? How cool would that be!

A photo recap:

 

 

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Due to the particularly harsh storm that passed through our area last Friday, we, along with 25,000 other residents of our little county near Mayberry, were without power until last night. We were also out of water for quite a while. And, no power meant no internet service.

Fortunately, we have a generator so we didn’t suffer as badly as many people in the area. Well, other than the ten trees that came crashing down in our back yard. But, two of our neighbors fared far worse—trees landed on their homes and cars.

With the generator, we managed to watch TV, cook meals, heat hot water, etc. The only things I couldn’t make work were the heat (our gas fireplace heated the home nicely) and the internet, meaning no new Graveyard Shift posts and a total of 1226 emails in my inbox.

Thankfully, the last remaining utility—internet service—finally came on sometime during the night last night.

So, I’m sorry for the inconvenience. I’ll be back on schedule tomorrow, hopefully. There’s another winter storm heading our way, so who knows.

It could’ve been worse…I guess…

Friday's Heroes - Remembering the fallen officers

Lieutenant Eric Lewis Shuhandle, 42

Gilbert Arizona Police Department

Lieutenant Eric Shuhandle was shot and killed on January 28, 2010, as he approached a vehicle he’d stopped while on patrol. Lt. Schuhandle is survived by his two daughters, a sister, and his parents.

Speaking of the two criminals who murdered Lt. Schuhandle, Sgt. Todd Baty shared these words during the funeral, “I would gladly tell each of you to go to hell, but my authority only goes so far and I can’t make that decision. I have to admit there was a disappointment about the hospital when we learned that they were only wounded, but any of us who have ever swatted a roach know that they do not always die as quickly or easily as we would like.”

Investigator Jerry Crabtree, 76

Investigator Crabtree (on right) with his wife, Nina.

Franklin County Tennessee Sheriff’s Department

On January 29, 2010, Investigator Jerry Crabtree was killed in an automobile accident when his police vehicle collided with another car. Investigator Crabtree is survived by his wife, son, and daughter.

Juvenile Detention Officer Leonard Wall, 58

Jefferson County Arkansas Sheriff’s Office

January 31, 2010 – Officer Leonard Wall was beaten to death by three juvenile inmates, who then took the officers keys and escaped. One of the killers is still at large.

Sergeant Noel David Cordero-Guzmán, 23

Ponce Municipal Police Department
Puerto Rico

January 15, 2010 – Sergeant Noel Cordero-Guzmán was first badly beaten, and then shot and killed with his own weapon while attempting to break up a disturbance. He is survived by his expectant wife and five-year-old child.

Agent Frank Glover, 61

South Carolina Public Service Authority

January 29, 2010 – Agent Frank Glover suffered a fatal heart attack during a scuffle with a criminal suspect. Agent Glover is survived by his two daughters.

*This week’s show was a repeat of an earlier broadcast.

Let’s just skip the preliminary fluff and get down to business. After watching this episode I’m in no mood for making nice.

The title of this week’s episode is Double Down. Perhaps the network should have opted for calling it Double Trouble. We’ll get into the reasons why in a second. First, I have to say the comedic aspect of the show was in overdrive. I have to wonder, though, if they have a new writer because this episode was unlike any other. I’m not saying the show was better or worse than usual, just different. Maybe even a little odd. But it was what is was – a bit of a disappointment for me. (Remember, this is a repeat. Lately, the M.E. character has been pretty good. I’m really enjoying her new-found wit. I hope it lasts).

The Highs and Lows (Remember, this is a review of the police procedure and a little of the forensics, not the overall show. I’m a big fan of Castle and Beckett. Great chemistry. Even the supporting cast is pretty doggone good. Well, with the exception of one cast member who insists upon spouting off BS forensic material. Maybe she’s just reading her lines, I don’t know. But if I were her, I’d certainly want to at least be as good as everyone else on the show. I did read an interview where she stated the show has a medical examiner as a consultant, a real M.E. who offered to show her around a real morgue. She refused the offer, but who could blame her? I’ve attended many autopsies and not one has been a pleasant experience. Still, do they not listen to their experts? Anyway, here goes. Double Trouble…I mean Double Down.

– Castle mentions the craziness that comes with a full moon. Most cops, ER personnel, and other creatures who work the graveyard shift will nod their heads in agreement with that sentiment. Trouble follows a full moon, and weird calls normally come in during those times. Good stuff.

– The full moon scene was a little over the top, with cops wrestling crazies whose clothing seemed to come off quite easily during the commotion. At one point a new female detective, Roselyn Karpowski (she played a good part in this show), landed on Beckett’s desk, on top of a struggling suspect. While there she spoke to Beckett in a calm, easy tone. I know this was way over the top, but cops are so used to fighting, tussling, wrestling, handcuffing, Tasering, etc., that it is just a matter-of-fact occurrence to be in the middle of a big brawl. So good stuff, here. Take this one to the bank. Cops don’t get excited easily when faced with danger. After it’s over, maybe. But when it’s happening they’re right there, toe-to-toe with the best of them.

– The medical examiner working a homicide in a cocktail dress???? No way. Even if she didn’t have time to change she’d have put on a lab coat or other protective clothing. I should not have complimented her last week, because it all went downhill from this really low spot in her night. Geez… I actually felt bad for her. But, as they say on American Idol when the train wreck happens…She looked fantastic.

– Becket told the M.E. to check for fibers and hair. Hmm…I don’t know a single M.E. who’d have to be told that. Nor do I know one who’d take orders from a detective. However, I’m sure Beckett felt she needed to guide this one through the hoops.

– This isn’t procedure, but I had a nice chuckle when Castle said, “The person who killed her also killed the English language.” Those aren’t exactly his words, but you get the idea.

– There was a new coroner at one of the crime scenes. He was very believable, in this scene. But it didn’t last. More in a second.

– Loved the coroner’s “Looky-loo” comment. That’s a nickname used by cops for the people who find it entertaining to observe crime scenes, car accidents, and train wrecks. Again the coroner’s character is pretty good up to this point.

– The betting scenes in the show were very distracting for me. It was cute, but I think they went way overboard with it.

– Okay, here’s where I wanted to kick the TV screen, shout four letter words, and flush the remote down the toilet (after turning off the show).

The two pathologists, the M.E. and the coroner (I’m still not sure why they have one of each. Is it like that in NYC? Dr. Jonathan Hayes, are you out there?), made the announcement that they’d found a diatom on the victim’s bodies that was specific to a single body of water, but they didn’t know where that body of water was located. WHAT???

How in the world could they say the diatom was specific to place they couldn’t identify. If they couldn’t identify the place, then how could they say the diatom is specific to that place?

Hmm…If they knew the diatom could have come from only one place in the world then they must know where that place is. Otherwise, they’d found something, but don’t know where the heck it came from.

Where’s Charlie Brown when you need him?

Wait, I think I know the name of the place. It’s called Conundrum. You know the place. It’s next to Missing, that mythical place where people go when no one can find them. Yeah, once you leave the Conundrum city limits, take a right, drive 6 miles, and you’re there. You’ll see the billboard as you approach. It reads,

Missing, It’s A Happening Place

Population –  Unlimited

Mayor – J. Hoffa

People don’t GO missing, do they? You go to the store, you go to the movies, and you go bowling, right? But aren’t people you can’t kind simply missing? I mean, they aren’t just hanging out in some place called Missing that’s geographically located in the next county over from Purgatory. Or are they? Anyway, we’ve got bigger problems in this episode of Castle. Back to the diatoms…

Doggone it. You can’t discover something that’s only found in one place on earth if you haven’t discovered that place. It’s 2am right now and this crazy-making stuff is really frying my brain.

Oh, it gets worse.

– This started when the M.E. stated a forensic detail popped up during autopsy. That detail was locating the precious missing-link diatom (A cubic inch of diatomite contains millions of diatom fistulas. In other words, they’re pretty darn tiny. A really large one can be as big as a half-millimeter). To begin with, a medical examiner would have to be searching specifically for a diatom during autopsy to have found one, or even a hundred of them. This is not part of a normal autopsy. And so what if they did? What would that mean? That someone was near a river, the ocean, a pond, a mud puddle, damp places, or close to some soil? Yes, diatoms can be found in common soil!

Next, who would have identified this wacky organism in the morgue? Would the pathologist automatically know this as part of their medical training?

Oh, we’re really rolling downhill now…

The medical examiner informs Beckett that the victims had to have come in direct contact with this one of kind water in order for the diatom to have been on the body. Triple hogwash! Water evaporates. How did she know where the diatom came from? How did she know it wasn’t transferred from another person, or in the mist in the air?  Man, I’m really aiming the remote at the toilet now. What, perhaps I shouldn’t do that. Might be a rare diatom in there.

Castle suggests the water came from an aquarium in the victim’s office. Okay, he’s a layperson feeding off the garbage being tossed to him by the “pros.” Now the coroner adds his two cents to this bizarre scene. He says the diatoms were dispersed into the room by the aquarium pump and anyone in the room would be contaminated with the little fellers. What? Is it like a rain forest in that office? Just shoot me with a water pistol filled with poisonous diatoms. Do it now! End this madness.

Back to the diatoms in a minute.

– Beckett and crew (By the way, the two detectives are much improved this season) pull into an alley to serve a search warrant. Good idea, but sliding patrol cars sideways into an alley with flashing red and blue lights isn’t a good way to sneak up on someone. The bad guys would probably toss the evidence before you could say “diatom.”

– During the car sliding/red and blue light fiasco a bunch of street kids are heard yelling Five-0. This is good. That’s what the real hoodlums say when cops roll into the hood. Sometimes you can even hear them whistling as a signal that cops are approaching – a guy on the first block whistles, then a guy on the next block hears it and relays the same whistle, and then the next guy down the line does the same, and so on.

– If the detective holding the shotgun in this scene had been forced to shoot during the raid, I don’t believe he’d have been able to hold on to his weapon. A shotgun has quite a bit of recoil, so it’s best to hold the butt of the gun against your shoulder when ready to fire. He was holding his shotgun like you see the SWAT guys or soldiers carry their automatic weapons. Different animals entirely. Author Melanie Atkins tells me that Esposito is a former soldier, which explains this scenario.

– Back to the dreaded diatom. As it turns out, the thing came from the Hudson River. Yeah, that Hudson. The body of water that’s never been discovered according to the M.E. The Hudson that New Yorkers are exposed to every single day of their lives. This is the mysterious body of water that could only contain this special diatom. Nay, Nay. The Hudson River is connected to:

* Opalescent Brook
* Cedar River
* Indian River
* Boreas River
* Schroon River
* Sacandaga River
* Mill Creek
* Battenkill River
* Hoosic River
* Mohawk River
* Normans Kill
* Catskill Creek
* Esopus Creek
* Rondout Creek
* Roeliff-Jansen Kill
* Crum Elbow Creek
* Wappingers Creek
* Fishkill Creek
* Moodna Creek
* Quassaick Creek
* Croton River
* Pocantico River
* Sparkill Creek
* Wicker’s Creek
* Saw Mill River

Well, you get the idea.

And now to wrap this up…

– Beckett and crew question the two murder suspects, separately (good), and trick the weaker of the two into confessing by saying the alpha crook squealed like a pig. It works like that in real life, too.

At least everyone looked really nice this week. And Castle was pretty funny.

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Last Week In England With Paul Beecroft

My friend, Paul Beecroft, has spent a good deal of his life in law enforcement, in England. He’s worked Foot Patrol, Area Car, Instant Response Car and also as a Police Motorcyclist. He’s currently a coroner’s investigator and has traveled all over England, Wales, Scotland and even Germany to investigate crimes.

Paul is an avid falconer, and he’s a darn good writer. Today he’s taken another page from one of his own notebooks to share with us. Please enjoy.

Boxing Day


It was Boxing Day when I got the call from the Police Control Room asking that I attend the wooded area running alongside the River Thames and liaise with the Police following the discovery of a body. On arrival and after a ¾ mile walk along the towpath I arrived at the scene. There was a wooded area running down the right hand side between the towpath and a railway embankment. It was only some 30 feet in width but was not generally walked through by the public who remained on the towpath.

The body was that of a male, probably white, some 6 foot in height. He was on his back, his head clear of the ground as it was being supported by a length of cord still around the neck which in turn was tied to a branch of the nearby tree. The body had been there a long time. Unrecognisable from the person he had once been. The branch of the tree was bent through months of supporting the weight of the body. Initial thoughts were obviously death by Hanging.

Photos were taken for evidence. The cord was untied and the body rolled over. A half empty packet of cigarettes and a half empty bottle of water (confirmed later).

The body was then bagged and tagged and taken to the Mortuary.

The body was then examined in detail. Hundreds of insects, beetles, worms. The maggots had gone but they had taken much during the summer months. Other animals had also removed various parts.

Trainers, Jeans, T Shirt, Socks and Underpants.

Loose change in pockets. Nothing else, absolutely nothing else.

A Post Mortem was carried out. The cause of death, although probably obvious could not be confirmed. Internally the body was empty. Time had taken its toll and internal organs had been eaten away. We guessed he had been dead for about 5 to 7 months.

Who was he? Checks were negative as the information available was insufficient. No persons were missing within our Police area that came close. Nationally it was impossible to tell.

A Forensic Odontologist examined the teeth. Nothing remarkable but he was of the opinion that the Dental work was probably done in the UK. Pictures were obtained and circulated via the Magazine of the British Dental Association but there was no result.

DNA was obtained. There were no hits even after checking for possible family members on the database.

The T Shirt, although degraded was just legible. It was an Olympics T Shirt for Swimming and dated two years prior. The town depicted was in the North of England. A copy was made and circulated in the area he was found. Enquiries in the North of England proved fruitless. Enquires with Olympic Management led us to a T Shirt distributor that had gone bankrupt and the owner having immigrated to Australia.

After three months we went back to the Post Mortem table. Could we find anything that would help? As it had not been a suspected Murder a full Forensic Examination had not been carried out but now it was needed. The Pathologist worked down the body but there was nothing of note. No visible fractures. Nothing. We then turned him over and started again. Down the back, along the spine and then, a glint, silver, at the bottom of the spine, built in. A Pedicle Screw had been fixed to the spine following what was obviously a Trauma injury. It was removed and examined. Under the magnifying glass numbers could be seen but were so small they could not be easily defined. We called the Medical Photographers in and they took a series of photos that clearly showed serial numbers and other numbers.

We were there. We could now find out who this person was. Manufacturers were contacted, emails were sent but nobody recognised the serial number. Contact was then made with every single Hospital in the UK that carried out Spinal Operations. Finally I had a hit. A Doctor contacted me believing it to be a patient he had operated on two years prior following a fall from a building. Details were obtained and the police visited his home address. He was at home, he was alive, it wasn’t him.

One morning, one of those mornings when it was quiet, normally rare, I made a phone call to the nearest manufacturer. I spoke with a lady, trying to establish where I could go next. During conversation she said, “remind me again, where are you”? “Reading”, I replied. “Are you anywhere near The Ramada Hotel”? “About 500 yards” I said. She then informed me that there was a conference in progress with Surgeons specialising in spinal surgery with Reps from companies from all over the world.

Within minutes I was walking into the foyer of the Ramada armed with photographs and copies to hand out. I arrived at exactly the right time as they were breaking for tea and coffee. I selected a likely looking man, introduced myself and explained the situation to him. The response was quite incredible. I was soon surrounded with people trying to help. Most spoke English but not all and translations were taking place. Doctors, Professors, other Medical Staff, Company Reps from all over the globe examined the photographs. It was soon established that his particular Pedicle Screw was not new. Estimates ranged from 10 to 15 years and my hopes were dashed when no one could recognise it. It was established that it was not likely to have been manufactured by the leading companies in the field and it was believed to have originated in Eastern Europe.

I had hit another dead end.

It was now July; nearly seven months had passed when the next phone call came in. During all this time I had been in constant touch with the Missing Persons Bureau who record details of all persons that are reported as being missing in the UK. They had a possible match. The team there had been doing follow up enquires with a family which is normal and during conversation it was mentioned that the missing person had some form of metal screws in their spine. The person in question had been missing nearly a year. The MPB had obtained details of his Dentist and his Doctor.

I phoned them both. His Dentist then checked the photographs in the Dental Magazine against his records. He thought it was a match but would like to see the original Dental Report before he committed himself. His Doctor confirmed a Pedicle Screw had been attached to his spine and that his full Medical Records relating to this were at the local Hospital.

The following day I drove 125 miles to my destination and met up with a local Police Officer. The person had been reported missing but the report made no mention of the spine injury or operation. We travelled to the Dental Surgery where it was confirmed immediately that it was the person in question.

Although it was not necessary we then went to the Hospital as the appointment was already arranged. They had been reluctant to divulge information on the phone. The Consultant was very helpful and produced X-rays which confirmed once again it was the same person. During conversation with the Consultant it was established that the operation had been carried out in France.

We then drove from the Hospital towards his home. He lived with his parents. The Officer with me, fairly young, said, “What are you going to say”. “I don’t know”, I replied, and I didn’t. Those that have given death messages to a family will know what I mean. You can form the words you are going to say in your mind but it never works that way. Each family is different, each family member is different.

I rang the doorbell. A lady in her late 20’s answered. She saw one Police Uniform and me in plain clothes. I was not expecting her. I asked some quick questions.

“Does Mr & Mrs —– live here”.

“Yes”

“Are they in”?

“No there at work, can I help, I’m their daughter”.

“I’m a Police Officer from the Thames Valley and my colleague here is a local Officer, can we come in a minute”.

“You’ve found him haven’t you?”

“Yes we have”

“He’s dead isn’t he?”

Tears already coming.

“I’m afraid he is, let us in and we can have a chat”.

Phone calls to Parents……”Come home”, “Just come home, tell you when you get home”.

Phone call to husband.

Family arrive, very quick

The news is broken, details explained.

Relief, sadness, tears

The story unfolds.

‘John’ had been in hospital. A Mental illness. He had been getting better and had walked out of the Hospital to buy some cigarettes but never returned. For reasons we will never know, he caught a train to Reading and then must have gone for a walk. He went down to the River. A picturesque area that his family thought he would have liked and there he stayed.

He was injured years ago in France when he fell from a 3rd floor window and surgeons rebuilt his broken spine.

The T Shirt turned out to be unique. It had been made by ‘John’ and his brother in law.

From the day he went missing until the day I met with the family was exactly one year.

‘John’ was finally laid to rest a few days later.

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