Southland: Wednesday

“Cops wake up every morning different from the rest of us. Our worst nightmare is just their Wednesday.”

Wednesday. Just another day for cops. How true. And one particular Wednesday is forever embedded in my mind. It was a hot August Wednesday with humidity so thick and heavy that going outdoors was almost like wading chest-deep into a pool of scalding hot water. It was the kind of hot that makes your sweat perspire.

I started the day as a detective on my way to testify before the grand jury about a half-dozen or so drug cases, a vicious assault, a kidnapping, an attempted murder, and a convoluted murder-for-hire scheme. But I never made it to court. Instead, I wound up in a scary shootout with a 22-year-old man. Yes, instead of sitting for hours waiting to tell a group of grand jurors about crack cocaine sales, a dumb businessman who’d hired an even dumber man to kill his wife, a brutal stabbing, and a young woman who’d been taken taken from her home at knife-point, raped, and then hidden away in locked closet two counties away, I found myself exchanging gunfire—68 rounds to be exact—with a guy who had no intention of surrendering to police.

Unfortunately, I killed the guy. And, like the cast of Southland, I’d just worked another Wednesday.

Ben and Sammy hit the streets running again this year and we first see the fleet-footed duo as they roll up on a man beating a woman. The attacker sees the patrol car and does what they all do…turns and runs. And then, as they say, it was on! The new season of the most realistic cop show to ever hit a TV screen had begun.

Cooper is back on the streets. His back surgery is behind him—pun intended (we saw the scar to prove it)—and he has a new partner, Jessica Tang, played by Lucy Liu. Liu, by the way, fit nicely with the rest of the cast. Her portrayal of a street cop was, well, let’s say she did a great job dealing with the everyday, spur-of-the-moment calls.

She did a fine job of showing what it’s like to be a woman in uniform, dealing with the thugs and vermin of the world, while having to deal with the gender-biased vermin who also wear a uniform.

Tang comes to the show complete with her own baggage and I’m looking forward to the day she has to confront her troubles. Believe me, all cops have those moments where they face a fear or two, and Southland writers somehow know about these hidden secrets, and they’re not afraid to show them to the world.

Detective Lydia Adams finds one of her informants at her front door, asking for help. The woman, a drug addict, fears that the person(s) she snitched on is/are going to retaliate.

Lydia does what we all do, gives in and helps—a place to hide and some money. Well, as always (I’ve been burnt on this one many, many times, but my soft heart wouldn’t let me quit handing out cash hoping they’d buy food for themselves or their kids), the informant spent the money on drugs, got busted in the act, and claimed to be there “working” for Adams, making drug buys. If I had a dollar for every time that’s happened..well, I wouldn’t have anywhere close to the amount of I-feel-sorry-for-you cash I’d doled out over the years…but you get the point. Yes, cops can be a little tender-hardhearted, even though they know better.

Regina Adams (Lydia) does a wonderful job of showing the kinder, softer side of police officers, leaving the grittier side to the rest of the cast. She’s as tough as a nail, a hard-as-steel nail with a soft marshmallow center. And sometimes that’s a good trait in a police officer.

Okay, let’s hit the high points of this explosive episode.

– Cooper and Tang stop a car that recklessly pulled out in front of their patrol car. The driver, a young man, refuses to get out of the car after Officer Tang orders him out. Cooper leans in the passenger window and offers the guys a gentle suggestion, “You can go home with a ticket or go to jail with my foot in your a**.” Well, that’s pretty much how it goes, folks. At some point, after the “pretty pleases” have ceased to be successful, it’s time to take charge. They don’t comply with a lawful order, then it’s time for the “foot in the a**.

My wife rode with me at work one night, a Christmas Eve. I was shift supervisor at the time and received a call that two officers were experiencing trouble getting a man out of his car. He was drunk, disorderly, and refusing to get out. I pulled up, walked over to the driver’s window and asked him nicely to remove his seat belt and step outside. He cursed me a few times and said through clenched teeth, “Make me.” So I did.

Almost in the blink of an eye he came through the seat belt, through the open window—head first—and onto the pavement where I promptly handcuffed him—with him screaming all the way. We didn’t have Tasers in those days, but I’m thinking this guy would have chosen a Taser blast over my gentle but persuasive method of vehicle extraction. Anyway, that’s the next step after the “foot in the a**” statement. And I’m guessing Cooper was one short step away from that little action.

By the way, did you notice that Cooper touched the trunk lid as he approached the car? He was checking to be sure the lid was closed so there’d be no dangerous surprises, such as armed gunmen popping out of the trunk to ambush the officers. Yes, this has happened in the past.

Of course the rude driver’s mother pulls up and handles the situation as any mom would. She got in her grown son’s face and politely told him, “It’s gonna take Jesus and two more white folks to keep me kicking your a**. You might not believe this, but moments like that do occur, and yes, sometimes cops have to physically pull mama away to prevent her from delivering on her promise.

Back to Ben and Sammy. The two are in pursuit, in an alleyway, of two guys shooting it out. One is hit and falls. Ben continues after the last man standing who runs into a school yard and then into the school building. Officers (backup had arrived) remove the children one-by-one as they follow a blood trail into a restroom where a very bloody shooting victim succumbs to his wounds.

I must say that the crime scenes on this show are superb. The realism is at a 10 on a scale of 1-10. For example, in another foot chase, Ben chases a guy who runs out into a street where he’s promptly smacked by a passing box-type delivery truck. The accident scene, although gory, is spot on. These folks took the time to make this scene look as it would in real life. In fact, the effort was extremely realistic, and I’m saying this as someone who’s been on the scene of many, many accidents and crashes.

The cops on the scene, at Ben’s urging, reluctantly attempt to treat the runner/accident victim, which was probably wise, especially since the onlooking crowd was growing upset that they weren’t doing anything to save the dying man. Even though the man had died it was a smart move to take the body away in an ambulance with lights and siren going. Doing so kept the crowd at bay, thinking there was hope. Had they known the man had died, well, there just might have been more bloodshed—the officers’.

And, speaking of the behind the scenes stuff that helps make this show what it is—top quality—is the directing and camera work. The camera is almost like it’s own character. These folks take us with them every step of the way. We are not outsiders looking in. And that’s what takes your breath away and makes your heart pound at the inside of your chest, almost as if it wants to get out and away before something bad happens to the body surrounding it.

Next we find ourselves at the police department when a man walks in with a shotgun and begins picking off officers like targets at a carnival shooting gallery. Ben, Ferguson, and Sammy all begin to exchange rounds with the guy. The scene is extremely intense—hold-your-breath-till-it’s-over intense. And it seems real. Totally real.

Unless you’ve been in a shootout you’ll have to take my word for this one. But here’s what you should do…Turn up your surround sound and replay the scene. Do it two or three times, taking care to watch the faces and actions of the people involved. And pay particular attention to the sounds and to the workings of the weapons, the way the slides move and the rounds eject. THEN, rewind and play it again, this time viewing the scene in slow motion, frame by frame. I promise you, that’s the way a real shootout would seem to you, in slow motion, frame by frame. Sounds muted or dull, with the faces of everyone ingrained in memory.

Yes, this show is the real deal, folks, from the tiniest detail to the hot action scenes. It’s the next best thing to putting on a uniform and hitting the streets in a patrol car. It is intense and the actors take the time to make it so.

So how’s your Wednesday going so far?

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By the way, I believe the precinct scene may have been based on an actual shooting that took place in a Detroit police precinct.

 

 

Castle: Dial M for Mayor

Politics and cops simply don’t mix. Don’t believe it, then ask any police officer who’s stopped the mayor’s kid for speeding. How about the unfortunate deputy sheriff who is tasked with arresting the sheriff’s golfing buddy for DUI. The poor deputy’d be shaking so hard the stuff on his gun belt would jingle like Santa’s sleigh bells. Should it be that way? No, of course not, and most times it’s not. But, as we saw on Castle last night, the thoughts of “what if” are always on the officer’s mind.

Anyway, how did this episode fare? Let’s see. Melanie…?

Melanie Atkins

I’ve been too busy this week to pay much attention to the promos and sneak peeks for this episode, but I did watch them… and I still found Dial M for Mayor to be much more compelling than last week’s offering. The case intrigued me, thanks to its many twists and turns, and the improved writing kept the story moving. Yay for character depth and good pacing!

I’ll leave the discussion about Lanie’s voodoo ME theatrics to Lee, but I will say that her upfront statement about the victim’s time of death made me roll my eyes. I could just picture Lee wincing in pain. ‘Nuff said.

Once the victim is found, Mayor Robert Weldon, Rick’s good friend and poker buddy and the reason Rick is still at the 12th, is considered a suspect in her murder. This puts Rick and Kate on opposite sides in this case. Yikes!

Their visit to DAG — Dial a Goddess, a phone sex shop — intrigues Rick. He seems to know a lot about that type of operation, and this makes Kate roll her eyes. Too funny. Even the neon woman on the wall made me laugh.

Then Mr. Smith calls Rick and tells him he’s available whenever Rick wants to talk; that Rick will know when the time is right. Whoa! This is the man who called him after Kate’s shooting and offered to protect Kate if Rick would keep her away from her mother’s case. So why is he interested in this case concerning the mayor?

Is Mayor Weldon guilty? Certainly looks like it… and Kate has a difficult choice to make. If she tells Gates about the evidence she’s turned up — fibers from the mayor’s coat inside the victim’s mouth — the captain will insist she get a subpoena compelling Weldon to turn it over, thus ending his political career. And if the mayor is forced out of office, Rick will have to leave the precinct, because Weldon’s influence is the only reason he’s allowed to stay.

Kate, of course, is a cop compelled to do what’s right… and that’s how it should be. But oh, how it hurts her to have to go to Iron Gates. Stana Katic plays this so well. I hurt for Kate when she left Rick standing alone beside the murder board.

While Kate is trying to get the mayor to turn over the coat, Rick does some investigating of his own. Of course he does. This is Rick Castle. And the first thing he does is to call Mr. Smith and ask him for help. Through him, Rick deduces that one of the mayor’s staffers is actually the guilty party, and the mayor is cleared.

Kate is relieved. The mayor will stay in office, and Rick will remain by her side. Whew!

Rick isn’t satisfied with that outcome, however. He wants answers from the cryptic man who seems to hold all the cards, so he arranges another meeting with Mr. Smith and learns the man contacted him so he could solve the case and save Weldon’s job, thus keeping Rick at the 12th. That way, he can continue to help protect Kate and keep her from digging any further into her mother’s case. Convoluted? Yes. But this time, it works.

Next week: An Embarrassment of Bitches. Has to do with a dog show, and I believe Rick and Kate end up taking care of one of the pooches. The promo cracked me up.

Lee Lofland

Again, before I start blasting away at Lanie “Make My Head Explode “Parish, please remember that I point out this stuff merely to help writers know what’s real and what’s, well, beyond even the limits of Gene Roddenberry’s wildest dreams. But this week…sheeshhhh!!!!

First of all, the Lanie character is great for Espo, or as a “bestie” for Beckett. In fact, she’d be absolutely fantastic as anything EXCEPT a medical examiner. Her lines are a distraction and they slow down the show. I’ll explain more in a minute. For now let’s get her gobbledygook out of the way.

Lanie said, “…victim was strangled between 8 and 10 last night…bruising looks like a choke hold from behind with enough force that it crushed her hyoid bone…perp was taller and heavier than the victim…”

Hey, Charlie Brown, you heard what Lanie said. What’s your opini—

Yeah, that’s what I thought too.

There’s no way Lanie could know any of what she said without first conducting an autopsy. She’d also need a bit of information that the detectives and CSI folks would uncover and provide. Besides, the mark on the victim’s neck looked more like a ligature mark than that of a choke hold. Suppose the killer was a bodybuilding little person who was into mixed martial arts? Wouldn’t have to be taller and heavier then, huh?

Again, no way to determine any of this stuff until after or during the autopsy. Besides, how could Lanie see the hyoid? X-ray specs? And, the ligature/choke mark wasn’t exactly in the right location to do that sort of damage. But anything’s possible, especially with this quack.

Enough of Lanie…yes, enough already!

Moving along…

– Is anyone else tired of hearing Beckett address Gates as “Sir?”

– Will they ever put the “Mother Beckett case” to rest? I’m so, so tired of hearing about it. And having the phantom Mr. Smith show up to explain things that the writers couldn’t figure out how to get into the story was sort of a let down for me.

– Okay, Beckett said to Castle, “Lanie found fibers in the victim’s mouth and esophagus and the lab ID’d them as light, brown cashmere.” YES! That’s how they should handle the forensics on this show. It works nicely. It fits. The dialog flows well. And it’s believable. Why? Because that’s how it’s done in real life. Not on-the-street magical peeks inside a dead body. An M.E. does her slicing and dicing and relies on her findings and those of various laboratory experts, like those who examined the fibers in this scene.

– How about that literary agent’s office? How many real-life agents work in offices like that one? All of you, I’m sure.

– Have I missed something, or was last night the first time during regular conversation that Beckett and Castle called each other Rick and Kate? First name basis now after a few years together. Yep, this relationship is moving right along…

– The attorney who burst into the interview room during an interview with a suspect. Wouldn’t happen. They don’t have free access to those areas of the PD. Someone would have called Beckett to let her know the guy’s attorney was waiting outside. Then she’d probably have rushed to complete the task at hand before allowing the lawyer access to his client. Didn’t say it was right, but it is what it is. How’s she supposed to know the attorney would tell his client to shut up (wink).

Overall, the show was better than what we’ve seen for the past couple of weeks. As usual, the actors were a lot of fun to watch. Well, with the exception of “you know who.”

Finally, the mayor delivered a very powerful message at the end of the show by saying, “A well-placed pawn is sometimes more powerful than a king.” You never know who, if anyone, in your circle of friends and co-workers is that pawn…you just never know…

Anyway, we’d love to hear your comments about last night’s episode. Was it all you dreamed of, or were there a few nightmarish moments for you too?

Oh, I almost forgot…as usual, the killer was someone the writers simply threw in our face at the end of the episode, again. But there’s a pattern. Always look for someone who has the smallest part and a slight guilty look on their face when the camera rushes by during a very brief scene. And there’s the killer. Police work made easy, Castle style.

 

The 10 Most Shocking College Crimes of All Time

It takes a lot to shock us these days. Things that once appalled us as a society can now be regularly found on prime-time broadcast television. After all the trash TV and horror movies and war footage we’ve seen, we’re a pretty jaded bunch. But there’s one arena where we will never get used to seeing horrific events: the college campus. Crimes involving college students in the prime of their lives will always stun us. Here are the 10 most shocking college crimes ever perpetrated.

  1. Virginia Tech shooting


    The killing spree at Virginia Tech in 2007 shocked the country over the sheer number of casualties: 32 dead and 25 wounded. All the signs were there that Cho Seung-Hui was mentally unstable. The 23-year-old selective mute had written poems about pedophilia and high school kids who discuss murdering a teacher. On the day he snapped, he killed two people in a dorm, then two hours later he walked to four different classrooms, methodically killing as he went, causing the devastated community to wonder why the campus was not locked down before he committed the majority of the murders.

  2. University of Alabama shooting


    What amazed people most about the events at the University of Alabama on Feb. 12, 2010 was the identity of the shooter. Here was a wife and mother with a Ph.D. from Harvard and an established career in the field of biology. After she opened fire on her colleagues at a department meeting, killing three and wounding three others, a picture emerged of an odd, cold woman who had recently been denied tenure at the school and had killed her brother many years ago under suspicious circumstances.

  3. Penn State sex scandal


    It’s the only case on this list that doesn’t involve murder, and it’s still unfolding, yet it’s one of the most monstrous crimes to ever involve the collegiate world. The country has watched in horror as allegations have emerged that former football assistant coach Jerry Sandusky molested eight or more boys over a period of at least 15 years. What’s worse, the man had founded a charity for disadvantaged kids. Even revered football coach Joe Paterno has stunned the public by admitting he knew of Sandusky’s behavior as early as 2002.

  4. UT Tower Sniper


    A former Marine barricading himself into a tower and sniping 13 people would be a huge story in 2011; in 1966, such a thing was completely unheard of. “Normal” people like University of Texas student Charles Whitman didn’t kill their mothers and wives in their sleep, as he had done. Fortunately, the citizens of Austin at the time were not so shocked as to lose their heads. Well-armed civilians helped police return fire at Whitman and probably saved lives in doing so. Even still, Whitman’s case remains one of the most gruesome cases of an average-student-turned-mass-murderer.

  5. Appalachian School of Law shooting


    No one expected the tiny Appalachian School of Law in Grundy, Va., could be the site of a triple homicide. Shortly after its 170 students returned to campus after winter break, Peter Odighizuwa, or “Peter O” to his classmates, also returned despite flunking out six months earlier. The Nigerian walked into the office of the dean, former U.S. Attorney General L. Anthony Sutin, and executed him at point-blank range. Then he did the same to professor Thomas Blackwell. He moved to the student lounge where he shot four students, one of whom died, before being tackled by students and police.

  6. Cal State Fullerton Massacre


    Exactly 10 years after the UT Tower shooting, another former Marine went on a killing spree at a college. Cal State Fullerton library custodian Edward Charles Allaway thought his ex-wife was being forced to appear in the porn films his coworkers were showing before work. His response was to take a .22-caliber rifle into the library and kill seven people in five minutes. A judge found Allaway not guilty due to insanity, and he remains locked away in a mental health institution to this day.

  7. Baylor Scandal


    Texans and sports fans across the country were shocked at this story that came out of the ultra-conservative halls of Baylor University in Waco, Texas in 2003. Basketball player Charles Dotson, hallucinating and psychotic, imagined teammate and friend Patrick Dennehy was going to kill him. Instead, Dotson shot and killed Dennehy in an argument. Dennehy’s six-week disappearance touched off NCAA investigations that revealed head coach Dave Bliss had paid Dennehy and a second player $40,000 in tuition and lied to cover it up, and that the staff had failed to report players’ drug use. Bliss resigned, and Dotson got 35 years.

  8. Montreal Massacre


    This one went down just north of the U.S. border in Montreal, at the École Polytechnique, in 1989. Enraged that “feminists” had ruined his life, Marc Lépine walked into a classroom with a rifle and ordered the men out of the room. He shot the nine female students who remained, killing six. After that, he moved throughout the building, killing five more women and injuring 14 more men and women before turning the gun on himself. Had it happened in the States, at the time it would have been the worst school shooting ever.

  9. The Campus Killer


    Although the majority of his murders took place off-campus, serial killer Ted Bundy is often referred to as the Campus Killer. Beginning in 1974, the homicidal maniac started attacking college women at a rate of at least one each month. Four years and 17 murders later, on the run from police in Florida, he bludgeoned five sorority members at Florida State University, raping and murdering two. By the time he was finally captured, his death toll was a confessed 28, but an estimated 100 or more. A relieved public cheered when this once well-liked, handsome young man was executed.

  10. Northern Illinois University shooting


    Less than a year after the Virginia Tech shootings and less than a week after a double murder-suicide at Louisiana Tech, the headlines again were flooded with news of a massacre on a college campus. Former grad student Steven Kazmierczak entered an oceanography class dressed in black and armed with a shotgun, three handguns, eight magazines, and a knife and opened fire on the 120 students. Terrified students tried to flee, but 25 were hit and five killed. Before police arrived, Kazmierczak committed suicide.

* Today’s post brought to you by www.onlinecolleges.net.

* Top photo – Blacksburg, Va. officers respond to the Va. Tech campus shooting, running into the danger (SFGate.com image).

It's our anniversary: If it ain't broke... don't break it, again

 

January 14 is a date I’ll never forget. One year ago today, on our wedding anniversary, is the day Denene broke her leg. And boy did she ever do it right. Broken in three places. Surgery. Plates, pins, and screws. Lots of physical therapy. Wheelchair and crutches. A blue cast. And…it broke my heart to see her like that.

Well, the date has rolled around again and we’re going to try to have the celebration we missed out on last year. But you can bet that I’m going to be watching every step she takes today. No slip ups this year!

Anyway, I thought it would be fun to take a peek at a few of the places we’ve been over the years. And you know what…we’ve done some traveling! Lots of hiking, walking, climbing, paddling, driving, flying, and boating to get to some of these spots. Shoot, we’ve even stood on a corner in Winslow, Arizona.

How about you? Recognize any of these sights?

Pacific Coast Hwy/Big Sur.

Washington State, overlooking the San Juan Islands. We found the spot by parking the car and taking a walk through some pretty dense woods. What a pleasant surprise when we reached this clearing.

The bridge to Mt. St. Helens.

Somewhere in the thick of the Cascades in Washington State. Another hike. A very looonnngggg hike.

Boston skyline.

Sydney, Australia

Hearst Castle swimming pool. San Simeon, California.

Okay, you know where this was taken, right…

Grand Canyon during a cross country RV trip.

Somewhere in Arizona.

Heading south on Hwy 1 from San Jose, California.

Jockey’s Ridge, N.C.

Hampton Beach, New Hampshire.

Santa Barbara, California.

Sunset in Capitola, California (Think Hitchcock’s THE BIRDS).

Anyway, here’s to many more years of happiness, and happy I am.

 

Happy anniversary, Denene!

 

Friday's Heroes - Remembering the fallen officers

The Graveyard Shift extends our condolences to the families of these brave officers.

Deputy Sheriff William Coleman, 50

Maricopa County Arizona Sheriff’s Office

January 8, 2012 – Deputy Bill Coleman was shot and killed after responding to a burglary call at a local business. When he arrived at the location of the call he observed a minivan in the parking lot. Deputy Coleman tapped on the window of the vehicle with his flashlight, checking to see if anyone was inside. Instantly, a suspect, former marine reservist Drew Maras, emerged from beneath a blanket and began firing a rifle. Another deputy then shot and killed Maras.

Officers later learned that Maras had killed a couple, James Johnson and Carol Raynsford, both 63, a week earlier.

Maras was fascinated with UFOs and deeply about government coverups and an apocalyptic event he felt was slated for Dec. 21, 2012. He’d expressed those concerns on a local radio show, stating, “There is a very good reason why UFO and UFO activity has spiked in recent years. It’s because Mother Earth herself is in trouble. She is about to have a temper tantrum. Something has stirred the hive and that something is the once-every-25,800-year great galactic alignment set to commence on December 21, 2012, otherwise known as the end of time as we know it.”

Sheriff Joe Arpaio had this to say regarding the shooting death of his deputy, Bill Coleman. “There seems to be a war on cops across the nation, and here in Arizona.”

Sonoran News image

Deputy Coleman died one week shy of his 51’st birthday. He leaves behind his wife and four children.

Detective Andrew F. Faggio, 46

New Haven Connecticut Police Department

January 11, 2012- Detective Andrew Faggio was killed in an automobile crash while on his way to a stakeout at 4am. He swerved to avoid an oncoming car that had drifted into his lane, lost control of his police vehicle and struck at tree. He leaves behind his wife and two children.

Torture, Or Justified Use Of Restraint And Force?

Nick Christie, a 62-year-old Florida tourist, is not confined in Gitmo. He’s not in a secret CIA prison. He’s not being held by terrorists. He was, however, at the time the photo above was taken, being tortured. At least that’s what Christie’s wife claims. And clearly the man was bound, gagged, and in a lot of distress. And yes, that is pepper spray running down the center of Christie’s nude body.

So who held and tortured Nick Christie? Who stripped him of all his clothing and then restrained him to a chair? And who, after the man was clearly in no position to harm anyone, including himself, would cast aside common sense and excessively douse Christie with an exaggerated amount of pepper spray? Oddly, strangely, and shockingly, it was sheriff’s deputies who placed Nick Christie in the position you see in the photo above. And shortly after the photo was taken, Nick Christie died. A Florida medical examiner in charge of Christie’s autopsy ruled his death a homicide.

But no deputy was charged with Christie’s death. In fact, not a single deputy was even disciplined, which means an internal Lee County, Florida investigation found that jail officers acted properly and that the techniques they used when dealing with Christie were proper.

Sure, Christie was drunk and disorderly when arrested. And I’m the first to say drunks are a pain in the tush to contend with, especially when they’re non-compliant. And yes, I’m sure he’d become a real problem for jail staff. I’ve worked in a jail so I know and understand how trying and troubling it can be when prisoners are loud, abusive, destructive, and combative. Deputies absolutely must maintain control in order to, well, maintain control. And there are times when pepper spray must be used. Tasers and other devices as well. And one such device is a restraint chair, which, by the way, was used to help control Christie.

One thing Lee County jail deputies didn’t take into account was that Christie had a pretty serious medical history, a history of both mental and physical troubles. He was taking medication for depression, and he suffered from COPD and emphysema. Obviously, the man experienced trouble taking a normal breath of air, in the best of conditions.

Well, when Christie began whatever it was he did inside the jail that caused deputies to feel the need to restrain him, staff members did indeed place Christie in a restraint chair. They stripped him naked and strapped him to the device you’ll see in a photo below. I took this picture a couple of years ago to show one of the tools that’s available to help maintain control of out-of-control prisoners. However, once the prisoner is “attached” to the chair the threat he presented to himself and others is over. He can no longer do harm to anyone.

But in Christie’s case, according to news reports, deputies also sprayed the helpless man with copious amounts of pepper spray while he was restrained in the “the chair.” They also placed a spit hood over the lower half of his face, even while he begged them to take it off because he couldn’t breathe. But deputies left the hood in place and continued to pepper spray him—8 to 10 times, depending on whose story you hear. They also “fogged” Christie’s cell with pepper spray. So much of it was used in the foggings that it began to affect inmates in other areas of the jail.

The purpose of pepper spray, by the way, is to temporarily incapacitate someone until officers can restrain them. It is not intended to be used to make someone stop yelling, talking, spitting, singing, arguing, name-calling, etc. There is no other intended use for pepper spray. None. The spray should never be used as a means to punish someone. And I say this as a former police defensive tactics instructor who was certified to train officers in the use of pepper spray and in the use of force.

The same is true for a restraint chair. The device is not to be used for punishment, or for long periods of time. Speaking of the chair…

Prison and jail officers often encounter extremely violent inmates who are a serious threat to themselves, staff, and other inmates. In these situations, normal restraining devices—handcuffs, waist chains, and leg irons—are simply not enough to properly subdue the unruly prisoner. One effective means to safely restrain and transport combative prisoners is to utilize a restraint chair.

Restraint chairs completely immobilize the prisoner’s torso and limbs. Special attachments can also limit head movement. Once the inmate is securely fastened to the chair he can be wheeled (the chair is designed to tilt back on two rear wheels similar to a furniture dolly) to desired destinations, such as the medical department, court hearings, segregation and other areas, such as the special housing unit (SHU).

Again, under no circumstances should restraint chairs be used as a means of punishment. Also, prisoners should not be left seated in a restraint chair for more than two hours.

I’m guessing the civil trial regarding the wrongful death of Nick Christie will be more than interesting, especially since a jail deputy, Monshay Gibbs, has already testified under oath that she believed the way Christie was treated was excessive. Gibbs also said she heard Christie pleading with staff members to take off the mask because he couldn’t breathe.

Of course, the fact that Christie was received into the ER with pepper spray still coating his chest is a pretty damning picture as well. By the way, once someone is sprayed with pepper spray, it is the responsibility and duty of officials to seek treatment and relief for the effects of the spray on their prisoner. To leave someone exposed to the spray for a long period of time is…well, what do you think? Is it torture? Take another look at the photo.

Torture, or no?

Fox News photo

*By the way, since I was not present during the incarceration and restraint of Mr. Christie I can only offer a report based on news stories, videos, and, well, the photo above. I cannot say one way or another if there was any wrongdoing on the part of any official or by Mr. Christie. That will be for the courts to decide.

GPS vehicle tracking

Have you noticed an increased police presence wherever you go? You know what I mean. No matter where you turn, park, or travel, there seems to be a police car at every corner. Make you nervous? Well, you should be, Mr. Serial Killer, because there’s probably a tracking device attached to your car.

Tracking devices like the FBI’s “Bumper Beeper” pictured above, or the cop’s good old stand-by, the Bird Dog, are used by law enforcement officers who have a real need to know where their crooks are at all times. Yes, sometimes it’s beneficial to know where the targeted bad guys are going, who they’re talking to, and when they’re doing whatever it is they do—24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year.

Bird Dog tracking device (Bird Dog is a registered trademark)

The devices are simple, actually. A transmitter magnetically attached to the target vehicle sends a signal back to a receiver that’s monitored by the police. The units are battery powered, usually up to 120 hours on a single charge. Some units contain in-housing batteries while others, like the Bumper Beeper (not the actual name), are powered by a magnetic, cylindrical battery tube attached to the vehicle frame in a location near the transmitter.

Magnetic battery tube

Installation of these devices is easy—sneak into someone’s driveway during a dark night and stick the device to a vehicle’s metal frame, quietly crawl away from the car until you reach the end of the driveway, and then run like crazy back to your police car that’s parked on the next block. Then, you, out of breath and wheezing like an antique pump organ, and your partner giggle like a couple of school kids about how silly you looked creeping around the neighborhood like a Peeping Tom.

Bird Dog transmitter (inside a water resistant case) attached to the frame of an automobile.

Law enforcement secretly installs the tracking device on a target’s car. Some models are hidden in the engine compartment and wired to the car battery. Others are slapped to the undercarriage with industrial-strength magnets.

As the target drives around, the tracking device triangulates its position from three or four GPS satellites, and digitally transmits its coordinates continuously by radio.

The law enforcement agency receives the coordinates and displays the target’s location in real time on a computerized map, keeping a record of the target’s movement. Illustration: Mitsu Overstreet/Wired.com

In the old days, a portable receiver was mounted inside a police car. This allowed the officers to track their target vehicle by staring at a screen displaying a tiny white ball (remember the old Atari Pong game) that represented the bad guy’s car. An accompanying BEEP (the same Pong sound) was heard every few seconds, The BEEP grew louder and faster as the officer grew closer to the crooks. It was a mind-numbing adventure, but it worked just fine. And it was a lot of fun the first few times you used the thing.

Today, officers can track in real time using GPS technology, if they have access to the equipment. No longer do they have to drive all over the city, hoping to get close enough to the target to allow the equipment to work. Now detectives can sit in their office and monitor a bad guy’s precise movements in real time.

Present day Bird Dogs trackers offer locations every ten seconds, no external antennas, no software to install, and all wireless capabilities.

Until January 23, 2012, there was absolutely NO requirement (no warrant needed) for the use of a Bird Dog tracking device. Of course, this was often challenged in court, but until the January Supreme Court ruling, cases had been upheld (United States v. Karo, for example). Before the US Supreme Court ruling, however, the Washington State Supreme Court had ruled (State of Washington v. Jackson, 2003) that a warrant was needed for the installation and use of GPS tracking devices.

I know many of you are fiction writers, so please get this image out of your head. This is not the Bird Dog I’m writing about today.

Castle: Til Death Do Us Part

Well, it wasn’t the wedding diehard Castle fans have been hoping to see, but close…sort of. Yes, we almost saw Ryan marry Jenny, but didn’t. Sure, we know it happened, right? Still, all we were allowed to see was a brief rear-view glimpse of Castle and Beckett walking down the aisle heading to their seats.

I know, though, that half-second teaser will have many Castle fans drooling at the mere thought of those two strolling arm-in-arm toward the altar. But no wedding after all the build-up? Disappointing? I say yes. It was a huge let down. If only that was the worst disappointment of the show. If only…

I’ll get to the police and forensics gaffes later. First, let’s hear from Melanie.

Melanie Atkins

Finally, the Christmas hiatus is over! Seems like even longer than that since we’ve had a new episode of Castle. I’ve really been looking forward to this one… and I have to say that I’ve seen better, although I did love the little snippets of relationship angst, the “surprise” about Jenny, and the doughnut fight. That was too funny.

When the episode opens, Kevin is doing a cleanse with Jenny in preparation for the wedding, and everyone else is freaking out over who’s bringing who as a plus one. Kate’s face is priceless when Ryan mentions that Rick is bringing a date, as is the relief in her eyes upon learning he’s bringing Alexis.

The convoluted case irked me. And really, I’m thinking… case? What case? I was too busy watching the interaction between our dynamic duo, Esposito and Lanie, and Ryan and Jenny (what we got to see of them together) to really care what happened to those strange people. The only good thing that came of it was that the sheer number of women the “pickup crew” slept with put that topic in front of Kate and Rick, and of course he had to ask her to tell him her “number”. “You show me yours, and I’ll show you mine” — a conversation that went nowhere in the end, of course, because Kate wouldn’t tell him. Why should she? A girl’s got to have some secrets. And I suspect she had no desire to know Rick’s number. I don’t blame her.

I did laugh out loud at “Gyrating Jenny”… but was disappointed that Ryan already knew about her being with Mike Bailey. Ho hum. They eventually solved the case, of course, and this time the killer was someone I never would have suspected. But creepy pickup artists with hordes of conquests in a little black picture book? Combined with corporate espionage? Really? Pardon me while I roll my eyes. I would much rather have just seen the wedding prep and the nuptials.

Of course, Kate and Rick ended up being each other’s plus one for the wedding, and I loved that… but I wanted to see the ceremony and the dancing at the reception. Kate-Rick dancing, to be specific. And the Esposito-Lanie (Esplanie) plus one finagling… very cute. They obviously still like each other. They need to just go ahead and get back together already. Seriously. And again, I would have liked to have seen them dance together, too.

All in all, this was a pretty forgettable episode. I hope next Monday’s offering, Dial M for Mayor, is better.

Before I start I would like to remind everyone that this review started at the request of a group of writers who wanted to know if the police and forensics procedure they’re seeing on this show is accurate. They wanted to know so they wouldn’t make the same mistakes…and goodness knows there are many (can you say Lanie?).

Yes, I know the show is fiction. Yes, I know Beckett is not a real cop. Yes, I know, I know, I know. So feel free to hold your hate mail because I actually like the show.

Okay, here goes:

Take a look at the photo above. Do I need to say more?

Wow, Lanie was in high Voodoo-Forensics-mode this week. Basically, just discount almost everything you heard coming from her nonsense-babbling lips. Such as…

1. “Judging from the impact, I’d say he came from one of the windows above the 7th floor.” No way to tell a fall distance merely by looking at the front of a body laying in a pile of fruit. And there’s certainly no way to differentiate between the 6th and 7th floor based on “impact.”

2. “…fingernail marks are only an hour old…” I’m guessing Lanie took a quick peek into her crystal ball for this prediction.

3. The perfectly formed, silver fingerprint on the wine glass??? RARELY, is a print that perfect and that complete, and THAT visible. What, did the person dip their finger into a jar of fingerprint powder before grabbing the glass? Besides, how would they have learned the attorney’s identity by running the print through the system? Remember, her prints would have to be on file before it could generate a match and AFIS searches a CRIMINAL database. There is no wine-drinker’s fingerprint database.

4. Lanie determined the victim had been poisoned and knew exactly which poison and how the toxic substance was introduced into the body (via a chocolate protein shake). First of all, toxicology results don’t happen in mere minutes. Second, those tests are conducted by a toxicologist, not the M.E.

5. Lanie said she ran a DNA test and confirmed the victim had had sex, twice, just before kicking the bucket. Think about it, folks….Lanie ran a tox, a DNA test, a gastric content analysis, and all within a few minutes of getting the body to her magical, mystery morgue. An M.E. doesn’t do all those things! Besides, those things take time…lots of time! Grrr….

Moving on before my head explo…

Too late.

Beckett, Beckett, Beckett…why did you burst into a business meeting holding your badge at shoulder height for all to see. At that time you merely wanted to talk to someone, a private citizen as far as you knew. Those weren’t the bad guys. Besides, the admin had already announced that you were detective. I know, stuff like that makes for exciting TV, but in real life, sit in the lobby and wait until the meeting over, you know, like the rest of us do.

And please explain to us why you felt the need to show the boss a copy of the victim’s autopsy photo? He already knew the guy, and he knew he was dead. Were you showing off Lanie’s sewing abilities and stitching patterns, or what?

Well, I think I’ve said enough for one week. The case was pretty crappy.  Absolutely nothing to lead us to the killer. It was almost as if they showed us a bunch of people and then, at the last second before the credits rolled, threw a dart to see who’d be the murderer of the week.

I really wish they’d stop trying to focus on solving crimes and stick with what this show does best…fun, quirky humor. And please, have Lanie start watching Dr. G. Maybe, just maybe, she’d learn something…anything.

Oh well, I’ve gotta go. My head is killing me…

Now, for fun…

The Wedding – Kevin and Jennifer Ryan

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90 Minute DNA analysis

We’ve all heard the stories of DNA tests in criminal cases that take months before results are known to law enforcement officials. Needless to say, waiting for those results is akin to watching paint dry. However, at risk is a criminal who may strike again before his identity is discovered. Well, that wait time may soon be a thing of the past. Enter Rapid DNA Testing (R-DNA).

Law enforcement is one step closer to a mere two-hour wait time for answers to their DNA whodunit questions. In fact, using a device such as the RapidHIT 200 Human Identification System, a positive DNA match could be received in as little as 90 minutes. And, that process just may move out of forensic laboratories into the hands of law enforcement officers and detectives. Think about it, soon there may one of these devices at every booking station in every police station and sheriff’s office  across the country. Even samples from crime scenes will produce answers in minutes.

RapidHIT 200

Suspect doesn’t want to provide his name? Fingerprints burned off to hide an identity? No problem. A simple swab of the inside of a cheek and presto…instant ID. Well, ID results would be immediate if the thug’s information is in the system. But chances are in the officer’s favor that the suspect is a repeat customer.

These portable, desktop devices would also serve well during mass disaster scenarios. The ability to identify victims quickly would certainly provide a small amount of comfort to the families who now must wait weeks and months to learn the fate of their loved ones.

The RapidHit 200 device comes complete with nucleic acid purification and short tandem repeat (STR) amplification reagents that produce the speedy DNA profiles from human samples. The reagents come in disposable cartridges that eliminate the need for human contact during the process, which, in turn, eliminates possible contamination and false testing results.

Basically, the RapidHit is as almost as simple as plugging in a cartridge containing the reagent, loading the human sample, and then hitting the power switch. Not much more complicated than operating a toaster, wouldn’t you say?

Finally, mystery writers, you have a way of making your pages turn faster. DNA results in minutes and you don’t have to rely on fiction to make it happen.

Nope, no more monkeying around with the plot to make the DNA fit the story.

Gee, what’s next, a mind-reading device that notifies the police when a crook is thinking about committing a crime? Who knows, that sort of thing just might be on the drawing board this morning.

Oh, wait, I forgot that a Utah university researcher has developed a thought-to-text device that’s 90% accurate when it translates a person’s thoughts into words. Don’t want to answer the officer’s questions? No problem, they’ll soon be skipping the interview and interrogation by attaching a few electrodes to a suspect’s head and let his thoughts tell the story.

And you thought it was scary to have a mere few thousand cameras hanging around the country watching your every move. It’s time for your skin to really start crawling now, because they know what you’re thinking…

* By the way, R-DNA was the method of DNA testing used to confirm that the U.S. had indeed killed Osama Bin Laden.

IntegenX Inc. and Promega Corporation image of RapidHit200

Sandblasted

How many roads must a man walk down,

before they call him a man?

How many seas must a white dove sail,

before she sleeps in the sand?

How many times must the cannon balls fly,

before they’re forever banned?

The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind,

the answer is blowin’ in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist,

before it is washed to the sea?

How many years can some people exist,

before they’re allowed to be free?

How many times can a man turn his head,

and pretend that he just doesn’t see?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,

the answer is blowing in the wind.

How many times must a man look up,

before he sees the sky?

How many ears must one man have,

before he can hear people cry ?

How many deaths will it take till he knows,

that too many people have died?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,

the answer is blowing in the wind.

The answer is blowing in the wind…