Combat shooting: How not to miss

Every hunter has experienced it—waiting patiently in extreme temperatures and consitions, joints stiff and sore from sitting motionless among the trees for so, so long. Then, like their counterparts on the island of Gwark who, out of the corner of their eyes, finally see it coming at a pace fit for a race. Why yes, there it is, the elusive, reclusive Fizza-ma-wizza-ma-dill, and it just topped Bill’s Hill.

So with hands steady and gun at ready, the hunter fires. Boom! But the creature scurries off into the jungle without even the slightest of bungles. And much to his dismay, all the poor hunter sees is the part of the Fizza-ma-wizza-ma-dill that generally last sees the light of day.

The hunter missed his target. But why did his shot go so far astray?

Well, in defense of the hunter, shooting a moving target is extremely difficult. And, for example, during a police shootout with a bad guy, it’s even more difficult to fire an accurate shot when the target is shooting back.

As a firearms instructor at the police academy I often taught combat shooting to officers, and part of that training included having the officers locate and aim for a target within their target. I know, that sounds a little odd, but all it means is to pinpoint a tiny spot on the intended target, and that’s the spot you want to hit when the trigger is pulled. Not just the body of the attacker who’s charging at you with a gun in each hand. This technique doesn’t mean the shooter will actually hit such a tiny spot, but it helps to narrow the focus which helps the officer make a far more accurate shot.

Think of the football quarterback who practices throwing a ball through the center of a tire. His overall target is the tire, but he wants to deliver the ball to the center of the tire/target. He does this for hours and hours, perfecting his technique, so that when he gets on the field he’ll be able to transfer that pinpoint accuracy to a receiver’s hands. Same principle when practicing the “target-on-target” combat shooting method.

The next trick to combat shooting is teaching the shooters to fire their weapons the moment their support hand comes in contact with their gun hand. It’s at this moment when the eyes should have already found their target on the target (a mustard stain on the bad guy’s shirt, a button, a logo, etc.). There should be absolutely no hesitation at this point. When the hands come together the trigger should be pulled. If the officers takes a fraction of a second to think, try to find the sights, glance to the side, etc., the shot will most likely be off target. It’s that simple.

My fellow instructors and I used to practice by shooting the thumbtacks that held our targets in place. Our peers used to tease us, saying we were obsessed with shooting. Some even equated us with…

But all the shooting must have paid off. I’m still here after an intense shootout with a bank robber.

It takes practice to become proficient with firearms. And, just like a basketball player practices free throws, so should police officers practice shooting their weapons. The big difference in the two (other than the pay) is that an officer’s life may come down to a single pull of the trigger.

A guide to cop talk

Law enforcement definitely has a language all its own, and without a translator civilians can sometimes feel left out of the conversation. Here are a few simple terms worth remembering.

Affidavit: Written statement of facts given under oath.

AKA: Also Known As. “His name is Sam Smith, AKA Slick Sammy.”

BAC: Blood Alcohol Content. “Man, that guy was way past drunk. His BAC was .27.”

BOLO: Be On The Lookout. “Yes, Sir. We issued a BOLO for the robbers and their car. Hopefully, an officer will have them in custody soon.”

*APB is an outdated term/acronym that has been replaced by BOLO.

Bond: Money or other security posted with the court to guarantee an appearance.

CI: Confidential informant.

City: Refers to officers who work for city police departments. “The city will handle that case.” The same is true for county and state.

Civil Case: Private lawsuit, not one brought by the state.

Complaint: Statement given under oath where someone accuses another person of a crime. Officers may also refer to a call as a complaint. “Man, I caught two loud music complaints in one hour last night.”

Complainant: Person who accuses another. Or, someone who called the police. “Go to 1313 Mockingbird Lane. The complainant’s name is Herman Munster.”

Cook: Make/manufacture crack cocaine or methamphetamine.

Cooker: Person who manufactures crack cocaine or methamphetamine.

Drive Off: Person who left gas station without paying for fuel. “Unit 2023. Respond to Sally Sue’s Convenience Store. Report of a drive off. Suspect operating a 1964 Blue Rambler.”

ERT: Emergency Response Team.

Hit: Outstanding warrant, or stolen. “We got a hit on that car. It was stolen last night from the lot of Cheap and Totally Junk Used Cars.”

Hook ’em Up: To handcuff a prisoner.

Hot: Stolen.

Information: Paperwork (document) filed by a prosecutor that accuses someone of a crime.

Keyholder: Someone—manager/owner, etc.— who has the keys to a building. “10-4, the alarm is still sounding but all appears to be well. No signs of a break-in. Call the keyholder and have them meet me here so I can take a look inside.”

Knock and Announce: Requirement that officers knock on the door and announce their presence when serving a search warrant. “Police! Search warrant!”

LT:  Lieutenant.

OIC: Officer in charge. “Lieutenant A. Hole is OIC tonight. There’ll be no goofing off on this shift.”

PC: Probable cause. “Do you have PC to get a warrant?”

PIT Maneuver: Pursuit Intervention Technique (Attendees of the 2015 Writers’ Police Academy will have the opportunity to experience the PIT maneuver first-hand, while inside the cars during the performance of the technique).

Plastic: Credit card.

POST: Police Officer Standards and Training.

Priors: Previous arrests.

Ride the Chair: Die by electrocution.

Ride the Needle: Die by lethal injection.

Roll Up: Arrest someone.

Sally Port: A secure area—behind gates, doors, walls, etc.—at a police station, jail, or prison where prisoners are safely transferred from vehicles to the facility. Typically, a police vehicle drives inside the sally port where doors or gates are closed and locked behind them before prisoners are allowed to exit.

SORT: Specialized Operation Response Team

Stripes: Sergeant’s patch or insignia. (Three stripes indicates the rank of sergeant).

Strong-Arm Robbery: A suspect takes property, by force, threat, and/or intimidation, from another person without the use of a weapon.

T-Bone: Broadsided in an crash.

Verbal: A warning. “I gave him a verbal, but next time his butt’s going to jail.”

Visual: Able to see something or someone. “Have you got a visual?”

UC: Undercover officer.

Walk: To get off a charge. Released without a record.

Write – Issue a summons.

“Did you write him?”

“Yep. 87 in a 55.”

VIN – Vehicle Identification number. “Run the VIN on that car to see if you get a hit.”

A sad affair: Me in uniform

It happens. You’re a detective who’s minding his own business and growing his hair out along with a scruffy beard in preparation for working an undercover assignment, when the boss calls to tell you to suit up for a special assignment. He needs warm bodies in uniform…as many as he can get, and fast.

So you (in this case, me) rush home and pull out the old Class A. It fits, barely. And I mean butt-seam-expanding barely. After all, it’s been years since I’d had it on. In fact, it had been so long ago that styes had changed and my fellow officers were currently wearing a different uniform entirely.

Next came the razor. The beard, after weeks of perfecting it to a drug-user-bad-guy appearance, had to go. But I had a moment of absolute “brilliance,” and decided to leave a sporty push-broom/porn-star mustache. Why? Who knows. Oh well, we do odd things when the pressure is on, right?

When I arrived back at my office, the chief took one look and said, “Your hair is too long. Get it off your ears. Can’t see them and I won’t have you looking like that in the morning papers, and they will be covering this one. And straighten those ribbons while you’re at it.”

There was no need to argue and no time for a haircut. So I, being such a creative genius already, did the next best thing—pushed my hair behind my ears and plopped one of those goofy cop/bus driver hats firmly onto my head to keep everything in place. All the while hoping I wouldn’t get into a scuffle where a bad guy knocks the hat from my head at the precise moment a reporter/photographer snaps a picture. That’s right, I was more worried about the hair-too-long news photo than a punch to the skull.

So…how well do you think I blended in with the rest of the guys—wacky mustache, razor burns on the cheek and neck (a few dots of dried blood as well), hair pushed back behind my ears forming what appeared to be a mullet of some sort, a bus driver hat that no one wore, and I mean no one, pants splitting at the seams across the rear end, and, well, you get the picture. I was NOT the prime candidate for a recruiting poster.

By the way, you’ll notice in the photo above that I wasn’t wearing a vest, and that’s because in my haste to get back to the PD I forgot to grab it from the closet before getting dressed. Actually, I was extremely lucky my shoes and socks matched, assuming they did.

Yeah, it happens, and it’s never pretty.

Should have been a writer

Busy night.

Long night.

Exhausted.

So many calls.

Robbery.

Domestic.

Juveniles.

Drunk driver.

Finally,

Break time.

Coffee, sounds good.

Window down.

Night air.

Cool.

Damp.

Traffic light.

Winking, red.

Right turn.

Skinny dog in alley.

Limping.

Bakery.

Dumpster.

Scraps.

Wino in doorway.

A smile.

No teeth.

A nod.

A car.

Two teens.

A nervous glance.

Speed limit.

Exactly.

Mirror.

Tail lights.

Brake lights,

Signal light.

Left turn.

Gone.

Steam, rising from storm drain.

Wispy tendrils,

Melt into black sky.

Radio, crackle.

“Fight-in-progress.”

“Tip-Top Bar and Lounge.”

“Weapons involved.”

“Knives.”

“10-4. Enroute.”

Blue lights.

Siren.

Gravel, crunches.

Siren, stops.

“Hurry, Officer!”

Crowd, circled.

Two men.

Metal, flashes.

Step.

Grab.

Wrist turn-out.

Take-down.

Knife in hand.

Suspect on ground.

Handcuffed.

Blood.

Everywhere.

Mine!

Hospital.

Stitches.

Gun hand.

Again.

Should’ve been a writer,

Because bleeding sucks.

Dylann Roof had a cheeseburger

As is to be expected these days the media once again attempted to make something out of nothing, an attempt to pour even more fuel on the anti-cop flames. This time their hate-stirring weapon was a cheeseburger, and the headlines read something like this – Mere Hours After Killing Nine People Cops Treat White Suspect to Burger King Meal.

First of all, the police didn’t physically take the murderer to Burger King. Since their PD is not equipped to house and feed prisoners, an officer or detective picked up a burger and brought it back to the station where Roof was held in custody.

Roof had not been booked into a county or city jail where he would’ve received a meal (all prisoners must be fed), which is typically something quickly tossed together when a prisoner arrives after the normal meal times. One of those spur of the moment meals might consist of a cheese sandwich, an apple, and a juice box.

However, since Roof was not at a facility equipped for meal service, officers had to do the next best thing…take-out. It happens all the time. There’s nothing unusual about this “cheeseburger” event. Nothing at all.

Another example of fast food for prisoners is during long-distance transports that result from extraditions from one area to another. Officers routinely stop for burgers when making those trips and they sometimes feed their prisoners the same tasty cuisine unless, of course, the jail sends along a bag lunch. If, however, the trip lasts more than a day, well, it’s burger time.

Roof, though, was held at the station, in cuffs, while the officer went out for the food. Another reason this practice is not unusual is because by law police cannot deprive a suspect of food, water, and bathroom during intensive, hours-long interrogation/questioning. At the time Roof was held at the local police station, officers there were waiting for the FBI to assist with or take over the questioning and their prisoner, so the wait time was even longer than normal, and it was reported that Roof hadn’t eaten in quite a while. A couple of days even. Had the officers withheld food there’s a chance a defense attorney could’ve used that against the prosecution’s case, saying his client confessed because he was hungry and merely said what investigators wanted to hear in order to receive a meal.

Besides, food, drink, cigarettes, etc. are all used as tools by “good cops” when questioning suspects. It’s the officer playing the role of “bad cop” who might refuse to give the offender a smoke. I don’t smoke but used to keep a pack of cigarettes in my desk drawer in case a suspect asked for one during questioning. It’s an ice-breaking gesture that often loosens the tongue when nothing else seems to work. I’ve also purchased soft drinks and snack items for suspects during questioning. Doesn’t mean I liked doing it, but it’s a tool in the toolbox. And, if they’d been a while without a meal I saw to it they were fed. That’s just common decency.

Believe me, this meal for Roof was no cheeseburger in paradise.

Issa D. Jinx

It was Friday the 13th, the most feared day of the year. The sky was clear and blue in Richmond and the electric sign on Monument Avenue indicated the temperature was a balmy 94 degrees. I was assigned to patrol the Fan District, an area so called because of the fan shape layout of the streets there. My first call of the day was a 911 hang-up. We had to check those in case the caller was in trouble and couldn’t speak. Typically, we learn that some kid was playing with the phone, or that someone hit the wrong button on the speed dial, but it’s part of the job so we do it.

I arrived on-scene at 0830. My name is Jinx…Officer Issa D. Jinx. I’m a patrol officer.

As I suspected, a little snot-nosed, 4-year-old rug rat named Seymour had the phone in hand and, judging from large number of gaudy do-dads positioned throughout the living room, was playing dial-up QVC like he’d seen his mama do at least a thousand times before. Mama Rug Rat apologized for the call and yelled at the kid. I cleared the scene at 0840. That’s when I noticed the burning sensation on the part of me that contacts my car seat. In a matter of minutes it felt as if my butt was planted firmly inside a blast furnace.

I made a left into the parking lot of the Museum of Fine Arts. It was closed but I had a buddy who worked there as a museum police officer. I knew he’d let me in so I could use a restroom to have a look at whatever was going on. By the time I’d reached the front door of the museum my legs had also begun to burn. Ever been scalded by boiling water? Well, this was that times ten.

I stood there knocking for a couple of minutes, but while waiting (and rubbing my legs), I felt a lipstick-size object in my front pants pocket. Darn-it! I’d left a small can of pepper spray in there the night before when I washed and dried the pants. Yep, it had exploded while in the dryer. So I then knew the source of the ever-increasing below-the-waist burn. It was relief to know I hadn’t caught some sort of weird and exotic crud from the showers at my gym. I skipped the museum bathroom venture and called my sergeant. He said he’d cover for me while I returned to the precinct for a quick shower and change of uniform. Not a good way to start the say.

1000 hrs. Feeling better and slightly refreshed I responded to a report of a drunk guy flashing his exposed “goods” to the ladies working at the Virginia Historical Society. I arrived within two minutes of receiving the call, but the man was gone and neither of the women could give me a description of his face. They knew other details, in detail, but nothing about his face. I signed 10-8 (in-service) and headed back on patrol.

Thirty minutes later I spotted Johnny “June Bug” Davis hanging out near a Wells Fargo ATM next to the Harris Hall Auditorium on the VCU campus. I remembered seeing a warrant for June Bug so I parked around the corner and walked back. He spotted me and ran for a block or two before I caught him, but he gave up easily. Fortunately, he never was much of a fighter and I’ve never been much as a runner. It worked out well for me. Not so much for him, though, because I hauled him straight to jail where I locked my service weapon into a lock-box and slipped the key into my pocket. The lock-box rule is standard at all jails. The rule is to prevent prisoners from grabbing an officer’s gun.

Jail staff booked June Bug and placed him into a packed holding cell with a gaggle of other folks waiting to be classified. As luck would have it, he was there in time to receive a bag lunch, a cold cheese sandwich—dry, hard cheese between two slices of stale bread—and a juice box.

Before I hit the streets again I decided to take advantage of the jail’s employee restroom. A crusty old captain once told me to never pass up an opportunity to use the restroom or to grab a bite to eat, because you never know when you’ll catch a call that ties you up for hours, or maybe days. Believe me, there’s nothing worse than standing guard over a corpse in the middle of the night while having to pee. Can’t contaminate the scene, you know.

So I went through the ritual of unsnapping the belt keepers, unhooking my gun belt and hanging it on a hook attached to the stall wall, and then settling in to take care of business while reading a wrinkled copy of the Richmond Times Dispatch. It was a week old but it was better than counting the speckles in the floor tile.

I’d read exactly two paragraphs in a story about women who’d hit the lottery three times and now lived in a RV with no electricity, when a bank robbery call came sputtering through the speaker in my portable radio. The two suspects were armed, one with a handgun and the other with a sawed-off shotgun. I quickly ended my business, clipped everything back in place, and then sprinted to my patrol car where I signed 10-17 (en-route). I flipped the switches activating my lights and siren and spun tires leaving the jail lot. The bank was only a few minutes away from my location.

As I made my first left dispatchers broadcasted a description of the suspect’s car. I made another left and then a right and THE car passed me heading in the opposite direction. I called it in and turned around. Believe it or not, as I got closer the car pulled over and stopped. There’s was no movement from inside. They’d shut off the engine too. Dark, tinted windows all around. It was graveyard quiet and still. Creepy. Very creepy. The hairs on the back of my neck were at attention, every last one of them.

I called for backup and eased my car back just a bit, angling it to place the engine block between me and possible gunfire from the bad guys. I was about to step out of the car when it hit me like a one of those Road Runner-pushed boulders that land on top of Wile E. Coyote…I’d left my gun in the lock-box at the jail.

I decided to wait for backup before stepping out of the car.

Yeah, it was Friday the 13th all right, and I’m Issa D. Jinx. I’m a patrol officer.

*Of course, Officer Jinx is a fictional character. However, the tale you’ve just read could be true in any city, town, or county in the country. These things could happen, and they do. Don’t believe it? Ask your officer-friends if they’ve ever left their gun in a lock-box only to discover it missing when they need it most. Or, inquire about their various pepper spray mishaps. Yes, partners are sometimes sprayed, and more.

By the way, the pepper-spray incident in the story above…yep, that was me.

Jurisdiction: Does it stop here

Jurisdictional issues come up all the time for police officers. Criminals are extremely mobile and, unfortunately for local cops, they simply don’t stay put waiting for officers to come and get them.

Jurisdiction (according to Blacks Law Dictionary) is a geographic area in which a court has power or types of cases it has power to hear. For law enforcement officers, their jurisdictional boundary covers the area where they are sworn to protect and serve.

City officers are sworn (raise their right hands and repeat an oath) to protect and enforce the laws of the city where they’re employed. County officers are sworn to protect and enforce the laws of the counties where they’re employed (which also includes towns and cities located within the county). State officers are sworn to enforce laws in their state. And federal officers are sworn to enforce laws throughout the country.

In most cases, police officers aren’t allowed to make an arrest in any area that’s outside their jurisdiction. In fact, some arrests conducted outside an officer’s jurisdiction are considered illegal.

Unfortunately, bad guys aren’t held to such standards. They’ve even been known to kill somebody in Florida and flee all the way to Washington state. The nerve of those guys. They just don’t abide by the rules.

When bad guys do flee the scene of a crime officers issue warrants for their arrest, and they issue a BOLO (Be On The Lookout). Then, when the crooks are spotted in Washington state, the Northwestern cops can make a legal arrest based on the information—warrants on file/issued—they’ve received from the authorities in Florida.

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Are there circumstances when officers are permitted to travel outside their home territory to apprehend a criminal? Yes, there are exceptions to the jurisdictional restrictions for police officers. Such as…

1) During a hot pursuit. Officers can legally pursue a fleeing felon across jurisdictional boundaries as long as they maintain visual contact with the suspect. However, if the officer ever loses sight of the suspect the pursuit is no longer considered fresh and they must terminate the chase (There are always exceptions. Remember, we’re talking about the law).

2) An officer can make a legal arrest outside his jurisdiction if she is responding to a request for assistance from another agency.

3) In some areas, as long as an officer has possession of a legal arrest warrant she can serve it on the suspect anywhere in her state. As always, check local laws and policy.

4) Many jurisdictions have a specified allowance of distance their officers may travel to make an arrest. This provision in place because there are no physical lines drawn on the ground to determine actual city limits. Officers acting in good faith may make an arrest within these provisional boundaries.

For example, the Commonwealth of Virginia.

§ 19.2-250. How far jurisdiction of corporate authorities extends.

A. Notwithstanding any other provision of this article and except as provided in subsection B hereof, the jurisdiction of the corporate authorities of each town or city, in criminal cases involving offenses against the Commonwealth, shall extend within the Commonwealth one mile beyond the corporate limits of such town or city; except that such jurisdiction of the corporate authorities of towns situated in counties having a density of population in excess of 300 inhabitants per square mile, or in counties adjacent to cities having a population of 170,000 or more, shall extend for 300 yards beyond the corporate limits of such town or, in the case of the criminal jurisdiction of an adjacent county, for 300 yards within such town.

B. Notwithstanding any other provision of this article, the jurisdiction of the authorities of Chesterfield County and Henrico County, in criminal cases involving offenses against the Commonwealth, shall extend one mile beyond the limits of such county into the City of Richmond.

However, in Limestone County, Alabama, this law is in effect:

In Limestone, no police jurisdiction of a municipality located wholly or partially within Limestone county shall extend beyond the corporate limits of the municipality. (Amendment 499; Proposed by Act 88-306, submitted at the Nov. 8, 1988, election, and proclaimed ratified Nov. 23, 1988, Proclamation Register No. 6, p. 56).

5) Officers may make a citizens arrest anywhere in the country, just like any other person in the same situation. And that’s exactly what Gomer did when Barney Fife made the illegal U-turn.

6) Interestingly, Ohio state patrol officers have no jurisdiction on private property. Their arrest powers cover only roadway patrol and state property. (Please correct me if I’m wrong, Lt. Swords).

Of course other exceptions to the jurisdictional boundary laws include when a life is in immediate jeopardy, during an act of war or terrorism, etc.

And, I feel compelled to answer the question I see asked almost every single day. Here goes.

NO, the FBI does not ride into town and take over cases from local police departments. They have other things to do—Spies, Terrorists, Hackers, Pedophiles, Mobsters, etc.

Besides, as a rule, the FBI doesn’t work murder cases. Local police departments, sheriffs offices, and state police are more than capable of handling their own cases, including kidnapping/abduction. And they do.

 

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1. Talk to real experts, not your cousin Sadie who once dated a guy who knew a cop.

2. Read actual books about actual police procedure, investigations, forensics, etc. Do not rely on internet sources unless they’re trusted and reliable sites, such as this one.

3. Never count on TV or film as featuring accurate information about law enforcement. The people who write those tales are the same as you…it’s their job to make up stuff.

4. Sadly, we can no longer use media as a source of reliable information about law enforcement. Most of those “news” outlets…well, you know the drill, if you can’t say something nice about someone…

5. If you’re going for true accuracy, always check with an expert in the area where your story is set. Policy, procedure, and even laws may vary from one place to another.

6. Police officers are not trained to “shoot to kill.” Never. Instead, they’re taught to stop an immediate threat. When they are in situations where deadly force is required, they shoot center mass (the largest target they see).

7. Officers do not shoot to wound. It’s extremely

When all you have as evidence is a human skull

Many homicide investigations begin with little more to go on than the notion that someone died at the hands of another human.

Sometimes, though, all detectives have to go on is, well, a single body part, such as a human skull found in the woods among sticks and dried leaves.

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The deceased could have met their end by an animal attack, a fall, suicide, natural causes, or … murder. Therefore, close examinations of the remains are crucial. And, after a closer look at the skull in the above two photos, we see something of definite interest—scrape marks consistent with the use of a tool with serrated edges, such as a steak knife.

Murder? How else would the blade of a steak knife contact bare human bone?

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So what’s the next step for detectives? Where and how do they begin when all they have to go on is a skull?

Well, it’s important to know the name of the victim, if possible. Then it’s easier to develop a list of potential suspects.

So …

With no obvious source of DNA—blood, hair, body fluids, tissue, etc., the next place to search would be the root/pulp of the teeth, if any.

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In this case, forensic investigators extracted the molars (the only teeth remaining in the jaw bone) and packaged them for delivery to a testing lab. And, since detectives were simultaneously working on a missing person case of suspicious nature, they obtained blood samples from the child of the missing person.

Tooth

Officials sent the blood samples along with the teeth, hopeful that results would bring closure to both cases.

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Unfortunately, due to exposure to harsh conditions and wildlife, no DNA was found in the teeth. The forensic anthropologist in charge, Dr. Elizabeth Murray, then decided to try a unique approach—take core samples of the skull.

Using a drill much like the one found in a homeowner’s workshop or garage, and a specially designed bit, they obtained six plugs/cores.

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The cores were packaged in a sterile tube and sent to a Lab Corp facility for testing, and for another attempt to match the skull with the blood samples obtained from the child.

Skull Sample

As is the case with all forensic testing requests, proper documentation was again submitted.

Extracting DNA from the core samples required a process where the bone material was first ground into a fine powder. Then the bone matrix was dissolved, which released the DNA. The procedure does not fully dissolve the bone matrix; therefore, not all DNA in the specimen is released. However, the process achieves excellent results from samples recovered even after several decades have passed.

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This time, thanks to the persistence of investigators and a very savvy forensic anthropologist, the lab announced a positive match of the DNA found in the core samples and that found in the blood taken from the child. The murder victim and missing woman were the same.

Investigators could then begin their search for the killer. First up … the boyfriend and it wasn’t long before he was in prison serving a twenty-five-year sentence, which, by the way, ended in December 2023.

 

The language of police

Everyone has their own pet names for various items, and many people have used cute little nicknames for their favorite or not so favorite people. But when it comes to cops and their slang, well, it’s a language all it’s own. For example…

A little while – response offered to bad guys when they ask what they’re going to jail for… “A little while.”

Aluminum Shampoo – using a metal flashlight to deliver a polite “love tap” to a combative suspect’s head

Angry Betty – usually a high and crazy, mad, arms-flailing female crackhead

Back To The Barn – heading back to the police station

Badge Bunny – woman obsessed with cops (I mean really obsessed…well, you get the idea). Cop groupies.

Basket Weave – design that’s stamped into a leather gun belt

Break Leather – drawing a firearm/weapon from its holster

California Roll – when a driver almost, but not quite, stops at a stop sign (they slowly roll past the sign through the intersection, never coming to a complete stop)

Canoe Maker – a medical examiner (during autopsy, an M.E. “scoops” out the insides leaving behind a human “canoe”)

Code Brown – got to get to the bathroom, and fast!

Connect The Dots – using a metal flashlight to deliver a polite “love tap” to a combative suspect’s head

Cue Ball – a bad guy, especially a gang member, with a shaved head

Deuce – driving under the influence

Doing The Funky Chicken – a “Tasered”suspect’s flailing and erratic movements

Driving Miss Daisy – having an older, supervisory officer riding along on patrol

Duracell Shampoo – using a metal flashlight to deliver a polite “love tap” to a combative suspect’s head

Fish Eye – a person is said to “fish eye” when he knows an officer is watching him, so he pretends not to notice. However, he’s quite obviously watching the officer out of the extreme corner of his eye while trying to keep his head aimed straight ahead

Flashlight Therapy – using a metal flashlight to deliver a polite “love tap” to a combative suspect’s head

Foot Bail – to run from the police

Frequent Flyer – the person you arrest over and over and over again. Think Otis Campbell of Mayberry.

Grunt – patrol officer

Gump – Cross-dressing male prostitute.  “Gender Unknown Male Prostitute”

Hang Paper – issue a traffic citation (ticket)

Happy Feet – suspect is a runner, or is about to flee

John Wayne – excessive use of force (He went all “John Wayne” on that guy.”)

Lead Poisoning – multiple gunshot wounds (Look at all the bullet holes. He must’ve died of lead poisoning)

Light ‘Em Up – initiate a traffic stop by turning on blue lights. Also used as an unofficial command to begin firing at a suspect(s)

Maglite Shampoo – using a metal flashlight to deliver a polite “love tap” to a combative suspect’s head

Minnow Mounties – Fish and Game officers. Also known as Moose Marshals

Mutt – criminal. AKA – suspect, slimebag, scrote, and a**hole

On The Beach – suspended from duty

One-Oh-One X-ray – a male dressed as a female

Opossum Cop (‘Possum Cop) – Texas game warden

Organ Donor – a person riding a motorcycle without wearing a helmet

Out Of The Bag – an officer out of uniform, or a plainclothes officer/detective

Overheads – lights on top of a police car. AKA – lightbar

Paper Hanger – person who writes fraudulent checks

Pickle Park – highway rest area frequented by men attempting to “hook up” with other men

Polyester Pig Pile – When several officers “pile on” an extremely combative suspect to effect an arrest

Pumpkin Patch – Holding cell (bull pen) housing new prisoners dressed in orange jumpsuits

Q-Tips – elderly, white-haired folks traveling the highway, usually to and from Florida. From a distance they have the appearance of Q-tips lined up in a box

Rabbit – run from the police

Scooby Snack – a suspect who’s bitten by a police k-9

Screen Test – slamming on the brakes so the unruly, spitting suspect in the rear seat slides forward, hitting their head/face on the screen/divider between the front and rear compartments

Sergeant In The Trunk – GPS tracking system on patrol cars (an officer’s whereabouts is known at all times)

Swivel Head – the head-turning reaction exhibited by bad guys when they see a passing police car

Three-Striper – sergeant

Two Beers – the almost-always-used answer by drunk drivers when asked how much they’ve had to drink

Walkin’ the Dog – taking a break

Walnut Shampoo – yep, you guessed it, using a wooden baton to deliver a polite “love tap” to a combative suspect’s head

Whale – black and white police car with no lightbar

Yardbird – a suspect who springs from the bushes and takes off running

Zebra – a sergeant who’s not well-liked. An “ass” with stripes