Chapter 52

February 18th, 2011

Re-Deputized, Again

After my 8:00pm Church Meeting on Friday, I drove up to The Cabin, entered the 1,000ft gravel drive to The Cabin, and parked under the carport, next to the kitchen door. I disarmed the building, brought-in my gear and rifle, locked the Jeep and Jenny was right there to greet me. Her food and water bowls were almost empty and I promptly refilled all three. She supped gratefully. After turning up the furnace to 78°F, I unpacked in the Master BR, brought-in some more split firewood and added it to the pile already neatly-stacked next to the massive hearth. I soon had a roaring fire going but decided not to add one of the 3ft logs, as I was tired from a long week of short nights, lousy sleep, bad dreams and long days. I just wanted to do some reading in Glenn Beck's new

book, "Broke: The Plan To Restore Our Trust, Truth and Treasure", before going to sleep.

I turned on the local police scanner to hear what was going on in Adam's Junction, and overheard that both Sgt Clay and Capt Roy had been shot in the arms during a bank robbery four days ago. Both had non life-threatening injuries, and each was recuperating while back at work. I'd have to stop by the Police Station in the morning, after breakfast, to visit with them and offer my assistance, if they wanted it, while I was here until Sunday evening. By 11:30pm, I was beginning to nod-off, so I bookmarked "Broke", turned-off the scanner, armed the building and automatic front/rear spotlights, checked all the doors and windows, took the AR-10 into the bedroom, turned the furnace down to 68°F and went to sleep. Jenny was soon curled-up at the right foot of the bed, almost instantly after I tucked myself-in. I finally got a peaceful night's sleep with no bad dreams.

Waking at 8:30am, I threw on my Turkish Bathrobe, turned-up the furnace back up to 78°F, shaved and took a shower. I made 4 pan-fried, large, local homemade sausages, 3 sunny-side-up eggs, French Roast coffee and had a small glass of OJ. I checked the outdoor thermometer: it was only 8°F. After getting some really warm clothes on, I put the AR-10 into its Eagle Carrying Bag with the extra magazines, checked my .45 and took 5 extra loaded mags, refilled Jenny's 3 bowls, turned the furnace down to 70°F, armed the building, and drove into Adam's Junction. I noticed that it had snowed about ½-1" overnight, but it was a dry powder and not slippery at all. I decided to drive around town first, before going to the Police Station, to enjoy all the mid-to-late 19th Century/ early 20th Century homes in the a quaint old village, all extremely well-cared-for. Everything was covered in a light, fresh snow. A real picture postcard, if there ever was one. The few people outside shoveling their walks waved and I beeped the horn back at them. Then I headed for the Police Station.

One of the Deputies was shoveling the snow off the front sidewalk and steps, as I parked in one of the "Visitors" slots, near Sgt Clay's patrol car. Deputy Tim welcomed me and I asked him how Clay and Roy were doing. He said that other than being very sore from the minor surgery and stitches, they both were as crabby as ever, but were doing fine. I asked about the bank robbery, and he said that I better talk to Clay about it. I went inside.

Deputy Alex was at the front desk and welcomed me, noting that I hadn't been around for a couple of weeks. I told him that I had lots of stuff to do at

my Garden Center to get ready for the coming Spring and 21st Open House, including a new hire, 8 nursery stock confirmations to price-out and enter into CounterPoint inventory and into GardenWare for labels/ signs/ tags, copy to write for 3 newspaper ads and postcard invitation, plus media space reservations to make with the newspaper reps, and work with my graphic artist to get the ads and postcard designed and produced. I've since given the inventory tasks over to Kim, my Ass't GH & Nursery Mgr and Chief Propagator. Plus, something came-up last Friday, just before I was ready to leave to come up to Adam's Junction, and I had to stay around for Saturday, since a contractor was scheduled to come and give me an estimate for repairs or replacement of an appliance.

Sgt Clay came out of his office, after seeing me at the front counter and motioned me to come back to his office and talk. I asked him about the bank robbery and he spent 20mins detailing what had happened. His right arm was in a hospital sling, and he said he'd have to re-learn how to shoot left-handed until the right arm wound healed enough to shoot and qualify again. It would be 2-3 weeks until he'd get the stitches out — same for Capt Bunce who also took a slug in his shooting arm — and he asked if I'd consider putting my Deputy Sheriff Badge & ID back on, and come back as often as I could, especially on the weekends and any weekdays which I had open, to help him and Capt Bunce out with law and order, if needed. I said that I would, and he re-Deputized me on-the-spot, giving me my badge & holder, and #7 parking space back. I clipped it to my belt, right in front of my Kimber 1911 "Eclipse Target II" .45cal ACP, Galco Paddle FED Holster for the 5" Kimber, and a Galco Paddle Dual 8-Round Mag Carrier for 2 extra mags, just like US Marshal Raylan Givens does on the TV series, "Justified".

I told Clay that I planned to be here until late Sunday afternoon, and that I was at his disposal. He showed me a 10 square block area on the wall map of Adam's Junction, and asked if I'd patrol it, from 8:00am to 6:00pm, and that I'd be reimbursed for gas/mileage at 58¢ per mile. I agreed to the terms. It was part residential and part commercial. Since it was 10:00am, I was now on-duty, issued an official walkie-talkie keyed into the Police Station as "Unit 7". I was to check-in with Sgt Clay every 30mins, or sooner if something was amiss, and also given a list of the "10 codes" police use to correspond. "10-20" = location, "10-4" = okay, etc. I also was issued a 12ga shotgun with a box of 50 shells, and told him I that had my AR-10 in the back seat of the Jeep with extra, loaded magazines, as well. He knew that I was a better shot with my Kimber 1911 .45cal ACP and AR-10 .308cal than anyone he'd ever met, so he had no problem with me using my own weapon, if the situation called for it. He'd been through three "situations" with me when I used the AR-10 to great effect against "multiple bad guys". I was also issued a clipboard with 15 blank "incident report sheets", pens, large-handled flashlight, and a red light with suction cup for the roof of the Jeep, which I'd prefer not to use, so I wouldn't let any "bad guys" know who I was. I preferred anonymity in this position. He ok'd that and said that it was up to me if I used it or not, but that I should consider using it, so if TSHTF (The Shit Hits The Fan), one of his Deputies wouldn't shoot at me. I asked him to brief all 5 of them about my 2002 Jeep Grand Cherokee "Laredo" color and plate number, so there wouldn't be any confusion on their part. He said he would. He asked if I wanted a patrol car and I said I'd prefer my Jeep to one of his marked Cruisers. He also briefed me on numerous procedures to follow and I made notes on everything he said. We shook left hands and I gathered-up my issued gear and left his office, while Sgt Clay met with the Police/Fire Dispatcher and Deputies Tim and Alex. He would also brief the other 3 Deputies by phone within minutes, at their homes.

I left the Police Station and began my patrol duties in the 10 square block area. It was now 10:30am and all was well, so far. I wasn't to issue parking tickets; that was to be left to the other 5 Deputies. I cruised the streets and back alleys in between the blocks, something I've only ever seen in Pennsylvania and no other state I've ever lived in. It was quiet, although traffic was building. If there was an accident, I was to call for back-up from one of the other 2 Deputies on patrol, to handle any tickets, while I was to write-up the incident report. I drove by Bev & Tony's General Store, Nell's Kitchen, Roy's Shell Garage & Service Station and a dozen other places I'd frequented on my various trips to Adam's Junction.

It was a quiet, uneventful shift and at 6:00pm, I radioed into the Station for directions on how to end my shift. The Police/Fire Dispatcher asked if I could stay-on another 1-2hrs, since Deputy Bob had the flu and they were trying to get hold of Deputy Lee to fill-in for him on the night shift. I had no problem with that. It was already dark and a light, powdery snow was falling. I did the 10 square block "circuit" several more times, and noticed that many of the store owners were locking-up and going home. Then, I heard an alarm bell go off in the distance and drove toward it, while radioing-in my position to the Dispatcher and requesting back-up. I stopped about 100ft from the store, which had its front door standing wide open, pulled away from the curb and drove past the store. I saw two men with knives and Bill Thompson, owner of Thompson's Bait, Tackle & Gun Shop, inside. I pulled past the store, did a u-turn, and parked directly across from the store.

I grabbed the AR-10, slipped it out of the Eagle Carrying Bag, checked the loaded magazine, chambered a round and put the safety back on. I radioed back that it was Thompson's store being held-up and that I was parked directly across from it, with my AR-10 at-the-ready; I needed instructions if another Deputy was being sent. I was told that he was on a call outside of town and it would be 10-15mins until he could reach me. Sgt Clay got on the walkie-talkie, and told me to do "what was necessary", short of shooting Bill Thompson. I pulled my Kimber 1911 .45cal ACP, chambered a round, took the safety off, slung the AR-10 over my shoulder, and scooted across the street about 100ft down from the store. I stayed along the edges of the buildings, ducking into recessed doorways, in case the 2 perps came out. They did, with a paperbag full of the day's receipts, and an armload of rifles and shotguns, probably none of which were loaded, I figured. I leaned the AR-10 again a recessed doorway, jumped out and told them to stop there. One turned toward me and flashed a very large 12" "Bowie Knife" as he quickly-walked toward me, while the other scumbag loaded the rifles and paperbag full of cash, into their clapped-out '87 Chevy Blazer. I shot the perp with the knife, "centermass" 2x, and the other guy was already in the SUV, starting it up, as I ran to the passenger side and opened the door and stuck the .45 in his face. He wet himself, and I cuffed him to the steering wheel, after taking the ignition keys. I went over to the guy I'd shot, who was still breathing and had a faint pulse, and radioed for an ambulance ASAP. 1327 17th Avenue. I took possession of the 12" Bowie Knife from the guy I'd shot, and also cuffed him face down. I went into the store to find Bill Thompson bleeding profusely from a long, deep head wound, so I ran back to my Jeep and got the Police-issued First-Aid Kit, and got the bleeding stopped and bandaged his head. It would later require some 14 stitches and a handful of aspirin for the headache Bill had. The ambulance from Memorial Hospital, just 4 blocks away, arrived with 3-4 minutes, and the EMTs got the shot perp onto a stretcher and into the back of the ambulance, with an IV going and hooked-up to a "vitals monitor". I told them to take Bill with them and get him fixed-up, too. I stayed until Deputy Bob arrived "Code 3" (lights and siren), and asked me a million questions about all the blood in the store and in the sidewalk snow. I explained what happened and we locked the perp in the SUV in the back of Bob's cruiser, and after reading him his Miranda Rights, Bob took him to the Police Station holding cells. I locked down the SUV with the evidence inside. I pulled the store's door shut, making sure it was locked, retrieved my AR-10 and headed to Memorial to see how Bill and the shot perp were doing. The crime scene wasn't contaminated, since I locked-down the place, at Sgt Clay's instructions.

I went to the ER right away, pulled back my coat and showed my badge and gun, and was allowed to see Bill. He was in a cubicle with his forehead being sewn-up by an intern, while the shot perp was in the OR in surgery, a place I wasn't allowed near, despite my Deputy status. Sgt Clay told me to bring Bill down to the Station for a statement. I pulled into the Station parking lot and parked in space #7, and escorted Bill inside to Clay's office, where he gave a detailed statement. I told Clay about locking the store door and the SUV and he was pleased. We'd have to go back and get a Police Forensic Photographer and a CSI to document everything, as is. That could be arranged for morning, since they'd have to come from Harrisburg; Adam's Junction didn't have either on staff here. He made two calls and it would happen at 8:00am on Sunday. I would need to be there, so no sleeping late on Sunday. I also gave Sgt Clay a statement and told him I'd write-up an incident report within the hour, which I did at a borrowed desk. Bill's and my accounts matched. Deputies Lee and Alex had taken control of the nightshift, and I signed-out for the night at 9:35pm and drove back to The Cabin and parked under the carport. I disarmed the building and went inside, turned-up the furnace, stoked the dying fire, and Jenny came over and put her head in my lap, as I was sitting in my chair. I told her what had happened and her big brown eyes understood what I'd been through. She licked my hand and curled-up on her Kodiak Bearskin rug.

I noticed that my hands were shaking slightly and wished that I hadn't give-up alcohol, because I could use a snifter of Brandy or Cognac, right now. I made a cup of tea, armed the building and automatic floodlights, and got ready for bed. I had to be at the Station by 7:45am for the team from Harrisburg, and it was already 10:15pm. I wouldn't get much sleep that night.

I was up at 5:30am Sunday, made a quick breakfast of Quaker Oats® Maple & Brown Sugar Oatmeal, an English Muffin with lots of butter, French-Roast, Turkish-Grind Coffee and Pure & Natural 100% USA-Only OJ, loaded the AR-10 into the Jeep, armed the building and headed for the Station at 7:00am. Better 30mins early than 3mins late, since it was a 15-20min ride into town. The Police Forensic Photographer and CSI were just pulling into the Station's parking lot as I arrived; they were an hour early. I introduced myself and we all went inside to the conference room, since Clay's office wouldn't hold everyone. They reviewed Bill Thompson's and my statements and my incident report, and we left to for the crime scene. Clay gave Bill's keys to me and when we arrived, I asked the CSI what he wanted me to do. I also had the SUV keys, where the evidence was loaded. I turned both sets of keys over to the CSI, and he opened the store door and SUV, with latex gloves on both hands; same for the Photographer. I waited outside while cars on their way to Church slowed down to see what was going on with all the Police Cruisers. I had the red light on top of the Jeep flashing, this time, and it looked kinda neat. I kept the few pedestrians 150ft back from the store and SUV, so they wouldn't get in anyone's way. I explained what had happened and most of them dispersed.

The CSI told me to tag, date and initial each rifle and shotgun, and load them into my Jeep for transport to the Station's Evidence Holding Area. Bill Thompson wasn't happy about that, since he'd lost some valuable inventory to sell until after the trial. I just threw-up my hands, not having done this kind of thing before. Sgt Clay pulled-up in his Cruiser, and explained to Bill that the evidence could possibly be released back to him upon a judge's order, and that he needed to get his attorney to file a petition, since all of the evidence was now photographed and documented for trial. News came over Sgt Clay's radio that the perp I shot "centermass" 2x would live for trial, but just barely made it out of surgery and through the night. The two perps were now ID'd as brothers and skinhead Neo-Nazis, Dewey and Lalo Crowe, friends of the Holtzapples and Groves. They would be transferred to the County Jail and Infirmary, to await a speedy trial, conviction and hopefully, a long prison sentence.

It was now 9:45am and time for me to get ready to go "on patrol" in my assigned 10 square block zone, so I excused myself since they were finished with my testimony and reports, and readied myself and the Jeep for the 8hr shift. I checked my .45, AR-10 and Police-issued Remy 870 12ga Pump Synthetic Express Super Magnum; all were fully-loaded with rounds in chambers, safeties-on and in proper position. I took the red suction light off the top of my vehicle, and began cruising the area. The streets were busy, as were the sidewalks, with townspeople shopping and running errands. I took note of everything going on and it all was peaceful, except for 3 your men on the corner of Locust & West 10th Street, selling drugs. So I pulled over to the curb, in between some other parked cars, to observe. Sure enough, they were dealing to stopping cars full of kids. I radioed it in, and was told to approach from the back, which meant I had to walk around the block and surprise them as the transactions went down. I did and caught two of them making exchanges of crack cocaine and heroin, for cash. I wrote down license plates for ten minutes, until one of the guys turned around and noticed me. I had my digital camera along and kept shooting the cars' license plates, as well as the surrounding buildings.

He walked over to me and demanded to know what I was going with a camera, tablet and pen. I told him that I was making notes for movie scenes to be shot at a later date, but needed pics now to back-up my argument. He grabbed for the camera, and I hit him in the face, knocking him out cold, and cuffed him to a light post, after frisking him for weapons. His pockets were full of 1-gram drug bags and mounds of cash. I walked up behind the other two, ID'd myself, drew my Kimber 1911 .45cal ACP, told them to get down on their knees and put their hand behind their heads, and frisked them. That turned-up a stolen Beretta 9mm, which I put into my jacket pocket after checking the safety, so I cuffed them both, face-down, with both their wrists and their legs cuffed to each other, around the mailbox leg, so they couldn't run. Their "customers" peeled outta there, and I kept shooting license plate numbers and cars, for the Deputies and DEA to "visit", later. My 2 back-up Deputies, plus Sgt Clay had arrived and took charge of the 3 lowlifes and the drug/cash evidence. The cordoned-off part of the intersection of Locust St. My camera and notes were also placed in an evidence bag and sealed for the DA and Grand Jury's use. I was glad to help. I caught a slight reprimand from Clay for punching-out the 3rd dealer's lights, rather do a formal arrest, but he could have yelled and alerted the other 2, one of whom had a 9mm, which I didn't really want to face. I didn't have my police-issued bulletproof vest on; it was in the backseat of the Jeep. All the other Police Officers had theirs on, and I was "firmly reminded" to always wear it while on patrol, for my own safety. I promptly donned it. With the incident report filled-out, signed and dated, I left to continue my patrol.

I put the red light w/ suction cup on the top of the Jeep, and the wire running inside the window to the dash's power outlet, not the cigarette lighter. It was a quiet day in Adam's Junction, with temps beginning to drop through the lower-30s and into the upper-20s, and a light, powdery snow beginning to fall. By 12:30pm, I had called Nell's for a cheeseburger and fries, and did a "10-20" over the walkie-talkie, that I was picking-up lunch and would eat while patrolling. Clay said take 30minutes for lunch, but I refused and kept driving. Time for some gas. Another "10-20". I gassed-up at Roy's Shell Garage & Service Station — 16 gals — and got a receipt. Roy immediately noticed the red light on the Jeep's roof, and said he'd heard it all go down on his scanner. He commented that it was "excellent work" on my part, getting those punks, drugs and illegal gun off the streets, but that more would soon replace them. I knew that all too well to be true.

I stayed on-the-job until almost 6:30pm, past my shift time, and called into the Station that I was coming in to end my shift. Deputy Alex was out in a cruiser and had already taken my place, as I pulled into #7 slot in the Station's parking lot. I took the red light off the Jeep and stowed it in a box in the back compartment, with the large, commercial First-Aid Kit. I grabbed my clipboard and paperwork, and went inside. Several of the Deputies and the Dispatcher clapped as I came through the front door, for having made my "first official arrest" of dealers, drugs and a gun. So did Sgt Clay. I smiled broadly and thanked them all. Clay told me to use Deputy Tim's office next to his, to fill-out the expense report, review the arrest incident report, and turn-in my gear and badge. I did all of that, shook hands with everyone on-duty, and left for home. Clay said he's have a check next weekend for my expenses, and that was fine by me. I didn't need the money. Heck, I'd do this for free, just for the excitement. I hated to give-up the badge, as it looked so cool clipped to my belt, like on "Justified". It was snowing a little harder as I left the Station and headed to The Cabin.

I pulled up the 1,000ft driveway and under the carport, next to the kitchen door. I also noticed that the large front deck and steps has 2-3" of snow on them, and that I'd leave it stay, so as to see if anyone left footprints while I was away. I grabbed my AR-10, disarmed the building and went inside, where Jenny was patiently waiting, and turned on the inside lights. Her bowls were nearly empty and I refilled them for her. After turning-up the furnace to 78°F, I went about repacking my duffel bag, giving Jenny and pat and a kiss of the top of her head and readied myself for the trip back to York. I had to be in my office Monday and most of the week to do paperwork, and be at 2 meetings with our new banker and a new employee. Plus, Kim was coming back in to work on inputting inventory into CounterPoint, to get SKUs issued and do pricing of new plant material, which would be arriving at the end of March. Lots to do. I called Roy's Shell Garage & Service Station on my cellphone, and left a message to remind him to have his son Randy, refill my 3 x 1,000 LPG tanks behind The Cabin, this coming week, as they were down to ¼ full. No phone land lines or natural gas lines this far from town, just basic electric service.

I packed the Jeep, patted Jenny again, lowered the furnace temp to 68°F, reset the front automatic front/rear spots, tuned-off the inside lights, armed the building and left for York. I thought to myself that if I could find "another Gabrielle" up here, I'd stay here the rest of my life; to hell with York and my business. A tear came to my eye just remembering Gabrielle, and how much we loved each other, so many months ago, before she was killed in that awful accident. I was back in York at my condo in East York, in a short while, and unloaded my gear and rifle, after pulling into the garage. Time to do some laundry, feed and water Murphy, my condo cat, who will only drink from the kitchen or bathroom sinks' spigots, and turn-up the heat to 78°F. I lit a my fire in the gas log fireplace, while the wash load was being done, checked my schedule for the week, and emailed my cleaning lady and her husband with some instructions for their regular Tuesday cleaning. It seemed weird to have a computer, email, phone land line and piped-in natural gas and cleaning service, as compared to The Cabin where I did much of it for myself, but I took this all for granted. Not anymore.

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