Chapter 77

January 27th, 2012

The JBTs

It was 15:45hrs (3:45pm) and 27°F when I left my Condo in East York, and hit I-83 North to the Dauphin County exit for Adam's Junction and the long road off I-83 to "The Cabin", and it was almost 16:30hrs (4:30pm) when I passed the Village's "Welcome Sign" and reached my 1,000ft gravel drive to The Cabin, with its immaculately, cross-hatch-mowed meadow and grounds, with a light blanket of snow on it, parked the Jeep at The Cabin's left-side Winter carport, disarmed the building, greeted sweet little big Jenny (the mixed-breed, half-frozen little puppy I'd found along the road, rescued, and bought from her uncaring owners for $150), fed & watered her, unloaded my weapons and gear, turned-up the heat to 78°F, unpacked, put the food away in the Kitchen's 'fridge and pantry, locked the car, armed the building and plopped-down into a comfy LR chair to rest and unwind for a precious few minutes. I turned-on the Police Scanner just to hear what was happening; there'd be a busy time over the next couple of days if heavy snow arrived. It was now a colder-and-now-dropping 16°F outside, up here in

the mountains, according to The Cabin's Weather Station, and dry from not much rain, but there was still 1-2" of snow on the ground. Good thing I had plenty of warm, Winter clothes & boots along and more already in the Master Bedroom's dressers, closets and hall closets.

At 17:00hrs (5pm), I built a nice, roaring fire, carried-in several additional armloads of firewood from the Firewood Stack on the Back Porch, and noticed that William, my Cabin and Jenny Caretaker, had restocked the Firewood Storage Shed in the Backyard, so I was easily-good-to-go for this coming Winter. Jenny curled-up on her Kodiak Bearskin, and I stroked her. (Do dogs purr? Nevermind.) She came over and put her head on my lap, looking at me with those big, brown eyes, glad that I was back. I'd mailed William's monthly fee check, plus a nice bonus, for all his meticulous, extra work on my behalf. The Cabin grounds were already into their "Winter Sleep". I called Capt Clay on my cellphone and left a voicemail that I was in town, and that if he needed me, I'd be available. I'd also called William earlier, and told him to "stand-down" until Monday morning, and enjoy the weekend off with his family, but that I might need him to plow the 1,000ft gravel drive to The Cabin, if the predicted snow hit 10-15"-plus. He was also under contract to Adam's Junction to plow streets and parking lots, so I knew that although he'd also be busy with that, he'd get me and others plowed-out if it got deep, which it usually does up here in the mountains.

I brought-in more firewood from the tarped Firewood Stack on the Back Porch, and a few 3ft logs, so there was plenty for the next 2 days and nights. I also checked the Cabin's back-up solar generator, and it worked fine; 7-8 days/nights of power in storage. The Honda 3100 Portable Generator was also on stand-by, if needed, and I had 50gal of fuel in "Jerry Cans" in the backyard shed. I also had plenty of pillar candles, for back-up emergency lighting. The only thing I didn't have was my 50-year-old Cognac ($525/btl) or Brandy ($485/btl), and a fine Cuban cigar, all given-up on January 10th, 2010; just over 1 year ago. A small glass of 30-yr-old Glenlivet Single Malt Scotch ($895/btl), on-the-rocks, would have been nice, too. So since I didn't drink alcohol anymore, I instead poured a glass of Ocean Spray® Diet Blueberry-Pomegranate Juice and settled-in front of the Fireplace. I put my trusty, "old" Nokia 6060 "Clamshell" cellphone on-charge, since it was down to 2 bars.

With the front/rear spotlight arrays on, I could see that it had already begun snowing and was coming down pretty hard. The Police Scanner was also giving-out regular weather forecasts from NWS' (National Weather Service) Website in State College (PA,) every 10-15 minutes for the Police and Dep't of Public Works (DPW) personnel, who probably had the Snowplows & Salt Trucks, at-the-ready for deployment. Because of the mostly Cobblestone or Old Brick Streets in the downtown

and residential areas, they don't use "liquid salt brine" (calcium, not sodium, chloride) to pre-treat the streets, since it would disintegrate them; rather, they use cinders after "rubber-tipped blade plowing", and use the brine solution on the outer cement/macadam roads and highways, which are easier/less-costly to repair or replace. Something I didn't know until I'd moved-up here almost 2 years ago, and had met and worked with the DPW Crews.

Time for a "snack" before bed. I let the fire begin dying-down, filled Jenny's water and Iams® dry-food bowls, fed her Canned Iams®, made a Late Night BLT with Fried Egg and Cheese Sandwich for myself, checked all the windows and doors, armed the building, turned-off the front spotlights, left the front porch light on, turned-down the furnace to 70°F, and called it a day at 20:45hrs (8:45pm). With my Kimber® 1911 "Eclipse Target II" .45cal ACP, and a Premium 8-round Wilson Combat Magazine in the well, plus a couple of extra mags on the nightstand, I crawled into bed and slept well, until 04:30hrs (4:30am).

I was half-awake and up, donned my Turkish Bathrobe, turned-up the heat to 77°F, pulled the cellphone off-charge, and turned it on to check for messages – I had 11 and scanned them for importance; all could wait until later this morning – turned-on the Police Scanner and looked outside. Sunrise wouldn't be for another 3-4 hours, up here, with the raging storm hiding everything skyward. Jenny didn't even wake-up, yet.

With the snow already at 8-10"+ and still coming down hard, I turned-on the front spotlight array, in case William decided to plow before sunrise, so he could see what he was doing. He'd put orange "plow guide-sticks" along the edge of the long drive, alternating every 100ft on both sides, but light is always better, though he had some very powerful front spotlights on his snowplow truck. My front spotlight array lit-up the whole area like daylight. Jenny finally woke-up and had some food and water. I left The Cabin at 77°F, turned-off the inside lights and Police Scanner, took the cellphone with me to my nightstand where I kept my Kimber® 1911 "Eclipse Target II" .45cal ACP, with Premium 8-round Wilson Combat Magazines, and went back to sleep for a few more hours. Jenny joined me. The dreams were weird again, and I re-woke at 8:45am. The cold water on my face felt good, and I was finally awake and ready for some Fresh-Squeezed OJ w/ lots of pulp and French-Roast, Turkish-Grind Coffee (from fresh, whole beans) with my Chemex® Drip System, same as I have at the Condo, in York. Can't beat it for fresh-brewed taste, especially if you grind your own fresh, whole beans, as I do. That did the trick.

It was still semi-light outside, as the snow continued, but William had plowed, so I turned-off the spotlight array, and from the snow depth on the porch and picnic table, guessed that we'd

already gotten 14-16". My Jeep was clean and dry under the single carport, on the left-side of The Cabin, but the roof needed cleaning-off as the weight of all that snow would eventually take its toll at around 25-30", so that became a priority as soon as I got dressed and ready to go out and shovel. I had a long, telescoping pole with a rubber squeegee for that task, and it would only take a few minutes.

I shaved, grabbed a shower, and laid-out my day's Winter Gear: Northend® Sport Jackets Co's Style 88651® Men's Sherpa Fleece-Lined, Seam-Sealed Winter Jacket, 12" LLBean® "Maine Insulated Hunting Boots", Thermolite® Thinsulate Gloves, and plenty of layers of a t-shirt, shirt, Pendleton® Woolen Shirts, and an LLBean® Shawl Neck Sweater, Deputy Sheriff Badge & ID and, of course, my daily-carry (CCW PA-1990) Kimber® 1911 "Eclipse Target II" .45cal ACP, with a Premium 8-round Wilson Combat Magazine in its and Galco® Paddle FED Holster, and Galco® Paddle Dual 8-Round Mag Carrier for 2 extra Premium 8-round Wilson Combat Magazines. I'd wear my Deputy Sheriff Baseball Cap under the Jacket's Hood for wind protection, as the "Indy" Fedora would just blow-off in those 30-40mph wind gusts. No, I can't stand, nor do I wear "long underwear"; I hate the stuff (from my Boy Scout days, back in the late-50s). By now, it was 11:40hrs (11:40m, and I returned Capt Clay's message on my cellphone, leaving a voicemail for him.

At 13°F/Wind Chill -6°F, I almost wished I had worn the long underwear bottoms. It was damned cold shoveling and brushing-off snow, in that biting wind! I warmed-up the Jeep while I was clearing snow from the carport, porch and steps, and went back inside to warm-up. It was time for Jenny's 12:00hrs (12noon) feeding, and as I took care of that, got a call from Capt Clay. He wanted to know if I'd be available to come into the AJPD to meet with him, and do a shift today or tonight, and possibly one tomorrow. He had 2 Deputies and Ruth, the Dispatcher, down with the flu. I said I'd be there within 30 minutes.

I loaded my weapons into the warmed-up Jeep: my Full-Auto, Class III AR-10® .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO), with the new 15½" Barska® 10-36x Zoom w/ 100mm Lens Sniper Scope with Green Mil-Dots, and .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO) ammo in the new 20-round magazines, the Remy® 11-87 Semi-Automatic 12ga Shotgun with devastating Federal® 12ga .00 Buck (9 pellets) "FliteControl®" Shells, EoTech® Red Dot Scope, the Remy® 870 12ga Pump Synthetic Express Super Magnum with devastating Federal® 12ga .00 Buck (9 pellets) "FliteControl®" Shells, Beowulf® .50cal with an EoTech® Red Dot Scope, and 10 extra

11-round mags of .50cal 335gr .50cal rounds (causing massive damage to whatever it hits inside of 200yds), the Full-Auto, Class III Bushmaster® AR-15 .223 cal (5.56 x.45mm NATO) with a Trijicon® Acog US Military 4 x 32 Scope and M4-2000 Silencer, and plenty of extra mags and ammo in the "Jack Bauer" Satchel Bag. I turned the furnace down to 72°F, checked the windows and doors, left the front porch light on its automatic timer, armed the building and left for Adam's Junction and the PD Offices.

The road into Adam's Junction was passable and had been plowed at least once by the DPW Crews, but because of the blowing and drifting, it was treacherous due to the freezing rain and sleet. If you didn't have AWD, you were shit-out-of-luck. Even I-83 north/south was at a crawl, due to careless, speeding-on-snow accidents. I stopped for several people who'd lost control with 2WD, and gave them a lift to Roy's Shell Gas & Service Station, Bed & Breakfast Motel, where they could get a tow truck/flatbed to help them out of ditches. I called Clay and told him that I'd be delayed another 30-40 minutes, because of it. He understood.

I finally pulled into the Police Station & Town Hall Parking Lot at 13:20hrs (1:30pm), slipped into Space #7, and went inside to talk to Clay. It was eerily-empty inside, except for Beth Ann, the fill-in Dispatcher and Clay. Everyone else was out on the roads, or sick. My office, adjoining his Office & Conference Room, was dark and the desk piled with folders. I hung-up my coat and hat, and went through the pile: more "cold cases", and I filed them with the others, from a few weeks ago. I was a volunteer, not a full-time Investigative Deputy and even though I was "technically unemployed" now, I didn't have the time required to work on them in detail, to solve any of them. Clay knew that and I assumed he was just allowing me to "file them for him" in my desk drawer files, for possible future work.

I went next door and knocked, walked-in and sat down to see what he needed me to do. We talked about "my situation" with the GC&N sale, "current state-of-mind", availability for work, his lack of manpower/personnel, recent crimes and incidents, and a load of other topics. Deputies Tim, Lee and new hire, Jeff, were on-duty; Sgt Alex and Deputies Jon and Arthur were out sick, as was Dispatchers cranky old Ruth and young Mary Ellen, who'd just come back from maternity leave a week ago, so he was very short on personnel. I could give him 2 days and maybe 3 shifts, if Adam's Junction had enough strong, black coffee to keep me awake. Between "10-20 coffee breaks" for Nell's Kitchen Restaurant & Drive-In coffee and frequent "10-20 whiz stops", I could probably manage it, but I'd have to cover the 20 square block Residential area on the west end, plus the 15-square mile rural north end patrol area, too, which Deputy Arthur usually handled. Plus, he wanted me in a new, marked Police Cruiser, instead of my AWD Jeep Grand Cherokee, for "public appearance". I told him that unless it had AWD, I wouldn't be caught dead in it on these shitty roads. My call; not his. I wasn't going to wind-up in a ditch, wrapped around a tree or telephone pole, or stuck somewhere, and have to be towed. He told me that all the new Cruisers had Optional AWD, and I agreed to use it. We reviewed the wall maps of the areas, and I told him that I wanted my weapons transferred from my Jeep, since "I had personal familiarity" with my own hardware, not the Department's, which was *almost identical* to mine, but not quite as *personalized*. He agreed to that. I drew my other Police Gear from the Supply Room, transferred my Personal Gear into the Cruiser, No #7 appropriately, and set-off on my assigned areas. It was 14:35hrs (2:35pm).

Shit, this weekend was going to be a long 8-hours on, 6-hours off, 8-hours on, 6-hours off and another 8-hours back on-duty, before I'd leave late Sunday. He'd sure get "his money's worth out of me", this time around. I called William and asked him to look-in on Jenny if he was passing-by on any plowing jobs, and feed her, since I'd be on-double/triple-patrol-duty on the far other ends of town and the Borough, a considerable distance from The Cabin. He said he'd take care of her. I thanked him and promised "something extra" in his monthly check, for it. I knew the storm had already ruined his family plans for the weekend, and this would only add to his many calls and errands, but he didn't seem to mind. Being retired, this was how he made his money: doing stuff for others.

Driving through AJ's Main Street in Winter and seeing the streets plowed but deserted, gave me an eerie feeling; not what I was used to in the other, warmer months, but into my 3rd Winter here, I was getting used to it. There were a few

people out, one even bicycling on Main Street, but for the most part, everyone was inside, keeping warm and dry, and the place was deserted. That didn't bother me, as no "incidents" would be happening if everyone stayed home and off the roads. I could learn to like that scenario, for the next 2 days.

The rural areas were quiet, too, as was the Town. Deputies Tim, Lee, Jeff and I passed the time by talking with each other and the Dispatcher, about how quiet, beautiful and peaceful everything was, in the snow. All of us had the new Police Cruisers in AWD-mode and they worked well on the streets and roads, though I would have preferred my Jeep, I knew that Capt Clay wanted me to "show the colors" of the AJPD, and I went along with it. The snow kept falling and the DPW Road Crews kept clearing shopping mall parking lots after they'd gotten the roads plowed several times. Private contractors were also called-in, but their equipment was more suited to residential work, and was downright puny compared to DPW's machines. In some areas, the ice had power lines sagging and out for many hours. Those homes with back-up generators, like mine, fared well; many didn't and people left for relatives' homes with power and heat. The power/utility crews did what they could, and I just kept driving in the snow. It was getting on to 18:00hrs (6pm) and already dark and mostly deserted on all the roads. Mother Nature seems to have a way of "stiffling crime", doesn't she?

I'd been to Nell's Kitchen Restaurant & Drive-In 7x for large coffees and 2x for sandwiches, taking many "10-20 whiz breaks" while making the double-patrol area circuit 3x, and it was almost 22:30hrs (10:30pm), and time for the shift to end, so we all began to return to the AJPD, gas-up the Cruisers and park them until the next shift started again at 05:00hrs (5am). That done, I transferred my Personal Weapons & Gear to my Jeep, still parked in Space #7, started it to warm-it-up, and went inside to turn-in my AJ Police-issued Gear. No incident reports; no paperwork from me. There'd been only two "incidents" all day, and those were heater and furnace-related, which Deputy Tim handled. Capt Clay was pleased. I signed-out at 23:15hrs (11:15pm), and headed home in the still-falling snow. Jenny was happy to see me, and I gave her a good brushing and rubdown. William had been by, fed & refilled her bowls, but I did it again, for the short night's sleep we had ahead.

I left the Jeep parked under the carport, locked/armed and packed with my Personal Gear – except for the weapons which I brought inside – turned-up the heat, took a shower, made a quick Frittata, had some Ocean Spray® Diet Blueberry Juice, and closed the fireplace flu damper. The outside

temp was 19°F/Wind Chill 7°F and falling, so I wanted to keep the heat inside The Cabin, and not lose it through the chimney. I had to be up in just-over 4¼ hours, and at the AJPD by 05:00hrs (5am) for another 8 hour shift. I was beat just from all the treacherous snow/ice driving, and needed sleep. Jenny followed me around The Cabin as I checked the doors and windows, spotlight arrays, armed the building, put my Kimber® 1911 "Eclipse Target II" .45cal ACP, with a Premium 8-round Wilson Combat Magazine in the well, plus a couple of extra mags with my "ancient" Nokia 6060 "Clamshell" cellphone on the nightstand, and crawled into bed. I set the alarm for 03:45hrs (3:45am), and Jenny was right on my heels. I was asleep within 5-6 minutes.

The alarm went-off at 03:45hrs (3:45am) Sunday, and I hit the 10-minute "snooze button", twice. Crap, I was now running slightly late, already. After turning-up the heat, I fed & watered Jenny, refilled her dry-food bowls, made a quick breakfast of some Del Monte® Red Grapefruit Sections, Quaker Oats® Apples with Cinnamon Oatmeal, English Muffins, 2 mugs of French-Roast, Turkish-Grind Coffee with Irish Creme, and grabbed a Bananna to eat on the ride into the AJPD & Town Hall. I dressed quickly, grabbed my weapons, Police Gear, Winter parka & gloves, turned-down the heat, warmed-up the Jeep, changed the burnt-out, front porch light bulb, checked the windows and doors, armed the building and sped-off to Town in the dark and cold. The frozen slush on the roads made the driving slightly-dicey, but I made it with 15 minutes to spare, and parked in Space #7. I wondered how many people would be out at Church today, considering the lousy weather.

I went inside to a very quiet building. Beth Ann, the part-time Dispatcher, had left and Mary Ellen had taken her place, with 8-9 empty coffee cups on the counter; Capt Clay was sleeping on his Office couch, Sgt Alex had returned but was still looking lousy from the "7-day flu", so I steered-clear of him except to say "hi, and how are you feeling?", and Deputies Tim, Lee and Jeff were back in, gulping coffee and eating jelly-filled donuts. Everyone looked as tired, haggard and worn-out as I felt. Clay woke-up, got some coffee and a donut, and came back-to-life – he looked like shit; all rumpled and unshaven – handing out patrol assignments. Several of the DPW Crews came in with verbal accident reports on I-83, which wasn't our territory; the PA State Police would handle that, since they had more-than-adequate manpower, but were also probably stretched-thin, but not as badly as we were. Miraculously, Adam's Junction had escaped the brunt of the storm in the northern areas, with a final officially-recorded snowfall of 17", plus 1½-2" of ice. The ice build-up was still causing problems, and the Met-Ed and PPL Crews were on it, restoring power, as were the TelCos, restoring phone service. Those poor guys had worked all night and were still out there. Today's forecast was for freezing rain, which would only add to their problems.

It was 04:50hrs (4:50am), so we drew our Police Gear and headed for the Cruisers to go back out. It was still well-below freezing at 21°F, but at least it wasn't snowing and the wind had abated somewhat. After letting the Cruisers warm-up, I transferred my Weapons and Personal Gear into my Marked Cruiser Unit #7, and pulled on to Main Street to begin my 2 large patrol areas. The Town's Cobblestone Streets were frozen slush and very slippery, but the Cruiser's AWD handled it well enough, provided I didn't push it over 20-25mph. Once I got on to concrete and macadam, it was pretty clear, as the salt brine coating and cinders were working.

The first call – "domestic disturbance", which I hate – came in at 06:25hrs (6:25am), at the Mt. Pleasant Road & Lee Street intersection, to which I responded. I parked the Cruiser out front, and two men were on the front porch, in t-shirts, with beer bottles, screaming at each other. One of their wives, who was barricaded in an upstairs rooms with the 3 kids, had called it in. Her husband and her cousin, who'd been drinking since yesterday morning, all day and night, were now at each other over a measly "$20 kitty", in a poker game. I walked-up to the

porch, and identified myself, and asked them if we all could please go inside and talk, to which the cousin threw a beer bottle at me. It missed by a foot, and then I went after the both of them, after calling for back-up. The husband took a swing at me as I came up the porch stairs, missed and I kicked him in the balls, dropping him instantly. I cuffed him, face-down, on the bitter cold porch. I caught the cousin in the kitchen, just as he pulled a 10" knife from a drawer, and drew my Kimber. Round-chambered, and safety-off, I pointed it at his "centermass" and told him to drop it, NOW! He lunged but drunkenly-slipped and fell against the kitchen table, between us. I went down on his back with one knee, secured the knife, and cuffed him. I grabbed his hair and slammed his face into the linoleum floor, breaking his nose; it was "colorful", indeed. I radioed for an ambulance from Memorial and by then, Deputy Tim had arrived and put the cuffed-husband into the back of his Cruiser, ready for transport to Jail and booking. I got the other perp to his feet, out of his pool of blood and sat him in a kitchen chair, tilted his head back, and shoved some paper towels up his broken nose. In between screams and cursing, the wife and kids came downstairs, saw what had happened and gave me their statements: too much booze, poker, arguing and now fighting, over the past 36-48hrs. There were Jim Beam® bottles and scores of empty beer cans all over the downstairs. What a mess for that poor woman and her kids to have to clean-up, as these two assholes "wouldn't be home tonight", to help. They'd be arraigned early Monday morning, but would spend the rest of today and tonight in Jail, sobering-up and thinking about what dumb shit they pulled by messing with me. The ambulance arrived and the EMT bandaged the cousin's nose, which would have to be reset at The Hospital, paid for by the family, not by the Town. I took it all down, gave the wife my Police Card, and told her to call Capt Clay with any questions or additional information, relevant to the case. Tim took one perp; the Ambulance took the other and Tim followed it so he could take both down to Jail for booking after a nose was reset and properly bandaged. The asshole deserved the pain, IMO. No need to throw a beer bottle at me or pull a knife.

Somehow, I had a "bad feeling" about today: too many people cooped-up from the storm, with too much booze, for too long = trouble for us and everyone else. Another call came over the radio almost immediately, at 07:53hrs (7:53am): multi-vehicle accident at 15th & West Market Streets; multiple injuries, ambulance dispatched, need officer on-scene ASAP. I went Code 3 (lights & siren) to the western edge of Town, just where my patrol area starts. It was bad. The fire hydrant had burst and a lake of ice had quickly-formed 3-4" deep, so I radioed DPW to get down here and get this hydrant turned-off, bring salt/cinder trucks and a jackhammer

if they had one, to break-up the growing ice-flow. I got as close as I could, without sliding into the accident scene – 3 cars and a food delivery truck – grabbed a box of flares from the trunk, ignited them on the roads since I didn't have any other help yet, or orange traffic cones along, and slipped and fell on the ice trying to get to the tangled mess of vehicles. Deputies Lee and Jeff arrived and put-out their cones and I finally got to the victims trapped inside two of the small cars. I could smell gas, so I turned-off the ignitions immediately and yelled for Lee to get 2 fire extinguishers over here ASAP, just in case. One victim was dead from *blunt force head trauma*; no seatbelt or airbag and no pulse. Her frontal skull was caved-in from the steering wheel impact; blood everywhere. I left her and went to the next car. He was alive, but had been slammed against the steering column, and most likely had some bad internal injuries. He was pale white and beginning to go into shock, just as the Ambulance arrived and the EMTs took-over. I gingerly baby-stepped on the ice over to the truck; he was okay, but shaken. I told him to turn-off the ignition and stay-put. The guy in the 4th car had already gotten-out and fallen on the ice, and was complaining of back pain. I turned-off his ignition, too, and yelled for a "medic"; sorry, EMT. Another Memorial Hospital Ambulance arrived and they eased him on to a "spinal board" with a neck collar and into the back of their unit for quick transport to the ER, with the shocked-out man in the 2nd Ambulance, right behind the first unit. Shit, what a mess. The dead woman's car was covered with a blue tarp, until the ME's Truck arrived, and could take her body to the Morgue.

DPW had arrived and cut-off the hydrant's water-flow, and began melting/removing the massive amounts of ice in the intersection. By now, it was light and the full extent of the carnage was plainly visible, as many neighbors came out to gawk. I shouted for them to go back inside, which most did. The ME arrived and removed the body, but kept the tarp in-place until the towing vehicles arrived, and the AJ Fire Dep't could begin clean-up. I worked on Incident Reports in my Cruiser; this one was going to be a lot of paperwork, for all sad intents and purposes. Clay wouldn't be a happy camper, today. That done, I left Deputies Lee and Jeff in-charge, and continued my patrol, as I hadn't even gotten around the huge double-circuit-area once, yet. Jeff soon left, as the scene was cleared, but the intersection would remain blocked-off, until all ice was removed. That could take hours, and the road traffic was re-routed with cones and sawhorses, provided by DPW.

At 10:27hrs (10:27am), I heard another call come for Deputy Tim, but he was still at the Hospital with the two DD-perps, so Sgt Alex and I took the call: another domestic disturbance (DD) on the northwest side of Town, at 29th Street & Addison Road. Sgt Alex arrived first and, as he was exiting his Cruiser to talk to the caller(s), several shots rang-out and hit his windshield. He ducked behind the leeward side, against the engine for protection. I pulled-up about 250ft away, and stopped, opened the trunk and got the Full-Auto, Class III AR-10® .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO), with the new 15½" Barska® 10-36x Zoom w/ 100mm Lens Sniper Scope with Green Mil-Dots, and .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO) ammo in the new

20-round magazines, and took-up my position behind a very large Maple tree, away from the Cruiser. I scanned the porch and lower windows, and saw the rifle barrel sticking-out of one of the windows to the left of the front porch. I radioed Alex to see if he was hit, and told him to stay put. He was okay and yelled for the shooter to come out and drop his weapon, to which another two shots rang out. I "doped the scope", fired once and dropped the shooter, his 30-.06 deer rifle dropping through the 6-7" open window and on to the wooden porch. I could see all the blood splattered against the glass and curtains; a headshot will do that. I kept scanning the windows, sides of the house, multi-car garage windows and door, and saw nothing. By now, Capt Clay had arrived and parked near my Cruiser and Sgt Alex and retrieved his Full-Auto AR-15 from the trunk, along with his Remy 11-87 12ga. He again called-out to the house for everyone to come out. Silence. I moved from the Maple tree to a Sycamore about 100ft closer to the house, when another shot rang-out, hitting the tree just 4-5" from my face. The guy had me "zeroed-in", so I laid down in the snow, propped-up the AR-10 and saw him up in the attic window, where I picked him-off with one shot. Lots of blood all over the windows, again. By now, Clay had circled-around to the back, and Deputies Lee and Jeff arrived, blocking-off the ends of both streets. I covered Clay's every move, scanning windows and doors. Nothing. Clay radioed that he was coming out of the front door, to hold fire and that the house was secured. Sgt Alex and I moved-in quickly, as did Lee and Jeff. Two dead perps, duffel bags full of pot, and boxes of cash in 20s and 50s. No wonder they were " a bit touchy" at our arrival; apparently a neighbor called it in that some "drug deal" had just occurred. We never found out whom it was; pay phones can't be traced to a specific user. Capt Clay notified the DEA and PA State Police, and they'd be here soon enough to "take over". He'd stay there and wait for them; we should get back to our patrol routes.

I filled-out my Incident Report, stowed the AR-10 and left at 11:55hrs (11:55am) and took a "10-20 Lunch Break" at Nell's Kitchen Restaurant & Drive-In, for a Pit Beef Sandwich, Fries and bottled water, which I'd already called-in for pick-up. It was ready-to-go, when I got there; I paid, tipped the waitress and went out to the Cruiser to eat. I needed to stay by the radio, in case I was called, as we were still short-handed. I was back on the road in 15 minutes, and for the most part, except for two speeding tickets, the rest of the day was quiet, for everyone, thankfully. We pulled back into the AJPD parking Lot, gassed-up the Cruisers at 14:00hrs (2pm), went inside to finish the mounds of paperwork, turn it all in, and go home. The next shift was already on their way out of the lot with their assigned Cruisers, and all I wanted was to go back to The Cabin, get a shower and some fresh clothes, feed Jenny and sleep off the day's unpleasant events.

It was already 14:40hrs (2:40pm), and just as I was leaving, two DEA Agents stopped me in the lobby and asked that I come back into the Conference Room to give them a statement. I agreed, and Capt Clay came charging out of his Office, berating them for "harassing me", saying that my copious Incident Report on the drug cache/cash were all that they needed, and he'd give them copies. They claimed that $100,000 was "missing" and wanted to know "if I knew where it went". That sent me into a raging-furor, and I pinned one of them against the wall, with my face against his, told the other one to "back-the-fuck-off-NOW!", and told them I hadn't been within 50ft of any of that cash or drug stash. I did the shooting from *outside*; I didn't even enter the house. Capt Clay had cleared and secured it. Both meekly backed-down, but I could feel my fists clenched, truly wanting to beat-the-living-shit out of both of them. And they knew it, judging from my beet-red, mad-as-hell face and bulging neck veins. I left and Clay took-over, giving them copies and pics which the AJPD Forensics Sgt (relatively-new hire) had taken. He'd done the cash-counting/pot-weighing, not Clay or me, dammit.

I'd already transferred my Personal Weapons and Gear to my Jeep, and still ***fuming*** from the DEA-assholes' encounter, tore out of the Parking Lot and headed back to The Cabin, to get away from everyone and everything, and see my friend, Jenny. I parked in the carport, since it was beginning to sleet again, disarmed the building and carried everything inside, laying the AR-10 on 5 sheets of newspaper, on the empty Dining Room Table and 2 20-round mags, for cleaning/oiling. I got a cellphone call from Clay, apologizing for the incident, which wasn't his fault, and I told him that THEY should apologize, not him. "Fat chance of that ever happening", he said. "JBT's can do it and get away with it, and we're nearly powerless to do anything about it." I thanked him, clicked-off, fed Jenny, changed her litter boxes in the 2nd Bedroom, took a shower, changed clothes and noticed that it was now 15:55hrs (3:55pm), and I'd need to be back at the AJPD for a promised third shift – I'd leave for York right afterward at 07:00hrs (7am), and Murphy was well-stocked with enough food & water until I got back Monday morning, from this unexpected and prolonged job-favor to Clay – with Sgt Alex back now, and until Deputies Jon and Arthur came back off sick-leave. I'd get a paltry 5-6 hours of sleep, and then have to be back on-duty at 23:00hrs (11pm). I had a glass of Ocean Spray® Diet Cranberry-Cherry Juice, took some aspirin, turned down the furnace to 68°F, armed the building, put my Kimber® 1911 "Eclipse Target II" .45cal ACP, with a Premium 8-round Wilson Combat Magazine in the well, plus a couple of extra mags, and my "ancient" Nokia 6060 "Clamshell" cellphone (turned-off, charging on 2 bars) on the nightstand, and crawled into bed. I re-set the alarm for 21:30hrs (9:30pm); Jenny was right on my heels. I was asleep within 10 minutes, still PO'd at those 2 JBT Feds.

The alarm went off Sunday evening, at 21:30hrs (9:30pm) and I was up, turned-up the heat, fed & watered Jenny, splashed cold water in my face and eyes, got dressed for a cold night's duty, made a quick breakfast of Fresh-Squeezed OJ w/ lots of pulp, Poached Eggs with Grits & Butter, French-Roast, Turkish-Grind Coffee, turned-on the front spotlight array, checked the front porch light timer, warmed-up the Jeep, gathered my Personal Gear and Weapons/mags/ammo, checked the outdoor temp (17°F) and forecast, and tried to mentally-prepare myself for a night

shift, which I'd never done before. I turned-on my cellphone, and had a message from Capt Clay that now-recovered-from-the-flu Deputies Jon and Arthur, would be back in for their night shift, and that I wouldn't be needed, after all. I could leave for York, or do a shift; my option. Screw it; I decided to go home. I had many things to do and people to meet with, and if I did a night shift, Monday would be a total "write-off", as I'd sleep half the day away from the exhaustion. I called Clay's cell back and left a message that I wouldn't be coming in, and also called the Dispatcher, told her, and left a voicemail for him in his Office. I began packing-up, called William's cell and left a message that he should "take over" with The Cabin chores and Jenny, ASAP. He'd have to do laundry, re-make the bed, re-stock the woodpile etc, but he knew that routine very well.

I did the dishes, left them in the sink rack to dry, turned-down the furnace, re-set the back-up generator, packed the Jeep with all my Gear & Weapons, brushed and played with Jenny for a little while, checked the doors and windows, re-set the spotlight arrays to the alarm system, re-checked the front porch light timer, armed the building and left my driveway for the long road back to I-83 South.

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