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My partner, Batman, called in sick last Saturday so the Sarge asked for one of the 7 rookies on my squad, “Who wants to hop in with Dash today?”.
Dingle spoke up first. Dingle is a laid back guy about my age, stands about 6’4 on a slim frame. He’s been on the road about 6 months and is basically fresh out of the academy. I like the guy because he reminds me of how I was fresh out, very proactive and trying to learn everything he can. Granted, Dingle makes petty arrests for now, such as prostitutes and crack heads, but the important thing is that he is learning the process of writing those arrest affidavits and impounding that property. Basically, he’s learning the major simplistic steps he’ll need to master before being able to complete a Collar start to finish in minutes as opposed to hours, which only comes with repetition.
I tossed Dingle the keys to my cruiser and we fueled up and went in Service (available for calls).
Around Midnight after jumping call to call we got a fight in progress at one of the local hotels.
BEEP!!! ATTENTION ALL UNITS, FIGHT IN PROGRESS AT THE [HOTEL]. MALE BEATING FEMALE!
The call came through our computer system as it was also being voice dispatched and Dingle started driving us there. He is still feeling the job out so he’s not always sure of what he can and can’t do yet. Dingle also has heard of my background from other people so I’d like to think he’s going to be on the same page as me when I do something, knowing that I’ve done it before.
Upon arrival downstairs of the 12 floor hotel a security guard came running up to us, “Man, I heard all this screaming and yelling at room #609 and then a window broke out! I ain’t going back up there.”
Alrighty, 6th floor, no problem. Dingle followed me as I walked to the elevator. I hit the button for the 6th floor and we started our accent.
DING! The elevator door opened up and we stepped out into the hallway. Immediately I noticed a plate of food had been thrown at a door (from inside the hallway) and there was now several pieces of Fried Chicken and Corn all over the floor in front of, of course, room #609.
I looked at Dingle and motioned an “Oh Boy”.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! “POLICE”.
I knocked on the door several more times with no answer before someone finally opened up. I was expecting to see a battered woman but what I saw a little more disturbing.
The door swing open wide and what was left of the hotel room was bolted to the floor.
There were clothes covering almost everything from the floor to the lamp shades. The mattresses of the two beds were tossed off their frames and the floor, tables and stands were littered with Cocaine and Marijuana baggies. I also noticed the window facing outside was completely broken out. A 4 foot by 3 foot window, gone.
As my partner and I walked in, we closed the door behind us. No sign of the guy she was fighting with but she had a visible shiner on her left eye, from what looked to be a few days prior.
“Mam, I shouldn’t have to ask because it’s fairly obvious, but what happened?”
She went on to talk about how she was a stripper and she met this guy a month ago at her work place. He took her back to this hotel where they’d been living for a month. He is a drug dealer and that’s partly why she stayed with him. They got into an argument yesterday about her dancing for some guy that came in and he hit her. Today he came back to the hotel room and they started yelling at each other again. He became violent and started tearing the place up. She broke out the window and actually climbed out onto the ledge of the hotel building (about 2 foot ledge) in an attempt to get away from him. He picked up his plate of food and left the room and when he tried to get back in, he’d forgotten his key so he started banging on the door for her to let him in. She didn’t and he threw the food at the door. Security heard the commotion during one of their walk throughs and confronted the guy, who then went after the security guard.
This guy was extremely violent and she said she was scared for her life. I had to believe her, she climbed out a window and onto the ledge of the six floor… that’s scared in my book.
I looked at Dingle and he started asking her about their information, ages, ect. for the report.
BANG BANG BANG!! “BITCH YOU BETTER LET ME IN! I’LL KILL YOU IF I GOTTA BREAK THIS DOOR DOWN!”.
I looked at Dingle again with an expression of ‘great’. He looked alarmed but not shaken.
BANG BANG BANG!! “I DUN TOLD YOU BOUGHT NOT OPENING THIS DOOR! I’M COMING IN”.
With that, I motioned for the woman to get back behind the wall and for Dingle to stack up behind me. I didn’t know if this guy was armed but he sure was pissed. I upholstered my gun and Dingle followed suit. With my left hand I signaled a 3..2..1.. and opened the door.
The look on this guys face when he saw an Officer standing in his room, gun pointed to his face, was of pure shock.
I screamed while grabbing his shirt with my left hand, “GET DOWN! DOWN ON THE FLOOR NOW!”.
He complied and I noticed that two other men had accompanied him. Dingle took point on them with his firearm, screaming the same thing as I did.
All three men were laying on the floor now in a row right where they were standing. Weapons still drawn I asked in a very calm tone, “Gentlemen, do we have any weapons on us today?”.
The boyfriend I had on the floor said, “nope” as well as the guy at the back of the three person line.
Guy number two said, “Yea, I got something in my pocket”.
I replied to him, “No problem, do not reach for it”.
Of course, he started reaching for it.
“HEY, DON’T MOVE. STOP!” I yelled at him. I had no idea what he was about to pull out but judging by his friends threats to kill this girl, I wasn’t about to guess.
I yelled one last time for him to stop and he now had his hand in his pocket.
I started to squeeze the trigger on my gun.
Thats when Dingle straight up, kicked this guy in the side of the head and the guy quickly reached for his head, taking his hand out of his pocket.
Oh lord I almost did it.
I holstered and cuffed the guy I was standing over and Dingle cuffed the other two.
The guy in the middle had a large folding knife in his pocket (Blade of 9 inches) and was lucky he didn’t get a chance to pull it out.
Patting everyone down for weapons and getting ID’s we started sorting out what was going to happen.
I took the boyfriend for several felony charges and the guy in the back, who, “knew his rights” but wouldn’t give me his name or date of birth, to jail. The guy in the middle, unfortunately can’t be arrested for being stupid but it’s not my job to make arrests because people piss me off, it’d be unprofessional and there’d be many more people in jail.
Of course, once Mr. Boyfriend was under arrest the girl wanted nothing to do with it and started yelling at me. I could still hear he screaming in the elevator ride down and even out to the patrol car, through the broken window she’d climbed out of.
I asked the Boyfriend what could have possibly got him so upset that he tore up his hotel room and he told me he was jealous of some guy she danced for. I told him, “Buddy, you’re girlfriend is a stripper… you can’t claim jealously about anything, she gets naked for a living”. He told me, “Ya, I know that, but she stripped extra hard for this dude”.
Some people amaze me.
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