Monthly Archive for August, 2006

The little kid knows, I think…

Published on August 30, 2006 in Uncategorized. Closed

written by The general from Intelligence Detective.

She looks at me with her massive blue eyes. Her cheeks are full and she has a mouth full of teeth with the ones at the front like big gravestones. She has full lips, especially when she is tired or asleep, dark red, full of heat and blood. She has a body like a skinned rabbit. No fat, no impurities, no chemicals. Muscles and sinews she can rely on to get her over the climbing frame, across the width of the pool, up the hill on her bike, faster than the boys on her scooter. Her hair is dark and shiny. Her nails grow so fast. She has a voice to make my heart melt away and then so shrill, she goes supersonic. I can look her in the eye and see straight into her soul...now.

But I worry for the future.

I think I am a tough man. I can handle the pressure. I can take the heat and step up for battle. I do this regularly. But I want my family to grow up without fear. I want my girl to grow with the goodness I feed her with. I want her to be strong but not bully and be thoughtful but not downtrodden.

Sometimes, in the quiet times, I miss my kid. I see her more times than most divorced dads. But I miss her and there are only so many times you can say "I was catching the baddies so you and your friends can be safe..." before you begin to know she knows you know.

The original post can be found http://intelligence-detective.blogspot.com/2006/08/little-kid-knows-i-think.html

So long, farewell…

Published on August 30, 2006 in Uncategorized. Closed

written by PC Plod from plod blog

So my colleague with the outspoken opinions on illegal drugs has done the deed and handed in their notice. Not really unexpected, in light of the number of 'chats' they'd had with various senior officers. They jumped (as opposed to being pushed), and seemed rather happy about it. A complete change of scenery awaits them, as they are jetting off to the other side of the world to pursue a different career, and a rather exciting one at that.

So now we're one down, with another (my pregnant colleague) off in a little over a week. Enter contestant number three...

This individual is well-known for their griping, particularly about finishing times. On average at uni we work a 5-6 hour day. Some have come to take this as the norm. Last week the trainers picked up on some of the griping, and had a word with the whole group, reminding us how easy we have it, and warning us not to 'take the piss'. Sadly for this individual, they'd left earlier in the day, without permission. Oh dear.

The following day they got a bollocking from the tutors and a sargeant who was called in to administer proceedings. The individual was so upset they went home straight after the talking-to. I'm not sure if they will change their attitude, and I can see another early exit on the horizon.

The original post can be found http://plod-blog.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-long-farewell.html

He never knew I was there…

Published on August 29, 2006 in Uncategorized. Closed

written by The general from Intelligence Detective.

Subject one. Surveillance talk for my man, but the number is irrelevant. One could be fifty one, it does not confirm how high or low he is in the organisation.It just confirms we know who he is.

Subject one, male, black, 6 foot tall, good-looking with short corn-row dreads and an eye for the ladies. Big ice fake diamonds in both ears and two phones. A black razr and a black pebl. The razr in the left and the pebl in the right. Waist length black prada jacket. Probably fake but it looked good anyway. Well cut baggy diesel jeans, the good ones, vintage. Black yamamoto Y3's on his feet. I liked the guy already. I liked a man who knows his trainers and liked his garms. I thought about whether the ice would suit me but I quickly disregarded the idea for fear of the incessant amount of piss-taking I would receive.

This boy moved with style. He had a confident gait and he looked around at things and noticed stuff. He read the street. When he was in a large group of his associates, he would move to the back, almost as if he didn't want anyone to flank him. I wondered why? So I flanked him.

The crew clearly liked him. He was shown respect by most of the group and the older members were cossetted by him. He knew that they feared him though and he had a menace to his gaze.

If a nice looking woman walked by, young, middle aged or older, he would smile at them and make a comment to make them spin or smile. Some were nervous and carried on but most of them enjoyed the flattery. I thought to myself that he would have no trouble getting a girl for the night. The trouble with subject one though was that he was a crack man. Not only that but he had opened up a lucrative brothel which he was making several thousands of pounds from a month.

The girls looked so young. There were some of the old-skool brasses also working there but most of them looked really young. Some looked proper rough. Some looked like they had just come from modeling assignments. But the underlying thread was one thing. All of them were on crack. The intel indicated that some of these girls had been lured to the brothel with the promise of cleaning jobs and had been given spliffs laced with stones of crack. Bingo. Hooked within days and then 'you ain't going anywhere girl...you got a drug debt to pay off'. You can start by massaging this bloke at ten this morning. Ten o'clock massage man then says, I will give you £25 for a hand job. Girl needs money. You do the math.

Subject one was in the queue. Smoky betting shop. Dark tables with rough red leather stools,the yellow foam filler sticking out of the sides, where cash-frantic punters had dug their nails in just that bit too hard. There were two of us with him, keeping him under close control. General was behind him in the queue, wondering if I would look out of place if I put a pound bet on or asked if there was anything to eat. The ugly sweaty fat guy behind the counter had a cigarette in one hand and had just put down a huge doorstep sandwich onto a paper napkin next to his overflowing ashtray. I thought that the sandwich looked like a full Monty because I could see a plum tomato hanging out of where he had bitten through it. I wanted one of those. I never got the time. The cigarette smoke in this place was so thick, it was beginning to sting my eyes. Subject one took a call on the pebl.

General was so close, I could hear the other man talking. Irish accent.Two p.m. Two loads(?) and he would be coming to the place too. Subject one seemed happy. He looked at his watch and put a bet on a dog which was about to run from its cage there and then. I asked sweaty man where I could get one of those butties. Next door. Didn't you smell the bacon? I am the bacon I thought. He he.

Subject one didn't know I was there. I just blended in and out of his day like any other person and he never ever knew.That's the thing with these villains, they think they are so clever but sometimes, most of the time, they act so dumb. And you would not believe the amount of criminals who will talk to me, give me a little, give me a lot, but nevertheless they talk to me. There is no honour among thieves. At least not the ones I deal with.

I got home that day after having no food and a 13-hour shift. I walked in the door and Mrs General says "you stink of fags, you been smoking?...oh and can you make the tea, I'm tired."

The fish and chips were lovely.

The original post can be found http://intelligence-detective.blogspot.com/2006/08/he-never-knew-i-was-there.html

Thats general, hitting his head against a brick wall.

Published on August 26, 2006 in Uncategorized. Closed

written by The general from Intelligence Detective.

The kid folded his arms, closed his eyes and stretched out his legs. He lifted the sides of his mouth in a smirk and looked at me with utter contempt.

"...anything you do say may be given in evidence...I'm going to check that you understand the caution by explaining it in simple terms.."
"you are fuckin boring me..I know the fuckin caution now just get on with it.."
"Ok. You were arrested in an alleyway near to a school, after police officers heard you arranging a drug deal on your mobile phone and then those same police officers followed you to this alleyway, saw you hand a package to the two other people waiting there and then receive bank notes in exchange and then when you were arrested, you were searched and found to be in possession of 10 deal bags of skunk and a package with about 500 ecstasy tablets inside, which was hidden in a pouch down your trousers. You had a dealers list in your pocket and £780 pounds in bank notes. This is due to the fact that you are a drug dealer. Please take this interview as an opportunity to give an explanation. Are you a drug dealer?..."
"No comment..." etc etc.

The smirking 26 year old casually unfolded his arms as we were sealing up the tapes and leant forward in his chair. "the problem with you boys is that you deal with the third division players. You will never get me because I'm premier league mate"
"hmmm. How is that then? Because when I went to your moms house to search it this morning, all I saw of your premier league was the smallest bedroom in the world at your moms house which you haven't left yet aged 26, a mattress in the corner with the entire contents of your wardrobe strewn around your bedroom floor which has never ever been washed. I found a foul smelling wet dog lying under a bloodstained towel thing which I assumed was your excuse for a quilt cover. Next to a carton of milk which had actually turned blue it had been there so long, I saw a love note from a bird called Leanne which said "please dont do any coke tonight because you can't get a hard on.." Yeah, really premier league mate, you fuckin knob"

Clicking his heels as he was bailed off, drug dealer boy smiled and winked at me as he walked out of the station front door. I flicked him a finger and said "say hello to your mom for me".

Thursday. 8am. Tea in my hand. Whistling as I walked down the cell corridoor.

Ha ha. The familiar black non-permanent marker on the custody whiteboard never ceases to bring a smile to my face. Drug dealer boy was in and had been since midnight the night before. I moved to the 'arrested for' section. Attempt theft of motor vehicle, assault police and resist arrest. Nice. I would be meeting premier league twat again for the second time in a week.

"sarge, the lad in cell 2, what's the circs of the arrest? I'll be dealing with him no doubt..."
"general. That kid is a prize plum. He got CS'd and face planted a couple of times whilst scrapping with the arresting bobbies..."
"shit. Who was it? are they hurt?"
"One was big Phil the farmer and the other was one of the girls on his shift, a girl who has transferred from another force called Kate. She's had a kick in the face, just bruising though, no cuts or scars, lucky for her. I think Phil the farmer made him see the error of his ways and then finished him off with some CS"
"cool. What about the theft of the car?"
"3 witnesses, all of whom pointed him out to the cops as they arrived at the scene as he was walking away. They saw him resist and assault Kate as well and have given statements."
"wicked. Call his brief please sarge and tell them to get on their way?"
"no problem general..."

I had him brought to me in one of the interview rooms after his consultation with his brief. He was wearing a fetching orange boiler suit and a black sock on one foot which smelled rank and a grey sock with a large hole in the toes. I could see black coloured grime around his big toe and the one next to it which made me instantly wish I hadn't looked. I couldn't resist it.

"nice boiler suit Guantanamo boy. Premier league fashion?"
"fuck you general I'm not even speaking to you. Get someone else in here, I ain't talking to you"
" I might as well tell you that my client will not be answering any of your questions during the interview, officer." said the defence solicitor.
"fine by me"

Tango suit boy was not a happy bunny. He still smelled of CS and I had to concentrate on stopping tears from falling from my eyes as the vapour filled the interview room. I had the familiar tingling in the back of my nose as it began to run. The knuckles on the back of his hands had large sore looking grazes and he had a four inch by one inch deep scabbed graze down his right cheek from his eybrow to his chin. He stunk of last nights intoxicants and vomit. He had a hangover and a headache. I, on the other hand, felt as fresh as a daisy. I had had an early night with the promise of some bedroom action from Mrs General, a great nights sleep, a cup of tea in bed in the morning and a nice hot shower. I had my favourite jeans on and my jumper smelled of persil and comfort. I was on top already.

"...Anything you do say may be given in evidence...I'm going to check that you understand the caution by explaining it in more simple terms"
"Look, I know the caution and what it means you fuckin wanker. Stop talking to me like I'm an idiot"
"OK. You were arrested last night after witnesses described seeing you smash the window of a VW golf parked on New rd, and picking up handfuls of CD's from within. You have glass all over your upper and lower body clothing a cut on your right hand and fresh drops of blood have been found inside the Golf. You were observed being stopped twenty feet away from the car by officers. 7 witnesses including four police officers have described you throwing several CD's onto the floor which have been identified by the owner of the golf as stolen. Were you responsible for the theft from this car?"
"no comment" etc. etc.

He did answer one question.
"why did you say to PC Phil the Farmer that you hoped his mother would die of cancer and as noted on your custody record, state that you would find out where he lived and have him shot dead?"
"because he's a wanker."
"you obviously now wish to comment, please tell me exactly what happened when you kicked this 19 year-old female police officer in the face?"
"no comment" etc. etc.

I would dearly love him to go all the way to crown court with this offence on a not guilty plea, just so that I can play the part of me, asking some great questions, when I read the interview transcripts to the judge and jury. The only trouble is, the entire system is weighted in favour of this pond life. Read some of the comments on this blog http://inspectorgadget.wordpress.com/ on the post entitled "the wolf who cried boy" and you will understand.

After being picked out on I.D parades by all witnesses, he was charged and I applied to the magistrates for a remand in custody. Guess what? Yep you guessed it.... UNCONDITIONAL BAIL!!!!

I give up.

The original post can be found http://intelligence-detective.blogspot.com/2006/08/thats-general-hitting-his-head-against.html

Black Rover 2006-08-24 14:13:00

Published on August 24, 2006 in Uncategorized. Closed

written by Vic Mackey from Black Rover

You walk up the garden path, bang on the door loudly and call out "police open up now" you dont know why your bothering, there not going to be there, this is the 5th house this morning and all you've done is annoy neighbours and new home owners by waking them up.

You glance at your watch, 08:30 - nearly time for teabreak, the adrenaline has gone now, 4 no traces and this one dont look any better, you bang on the door again.

The door opens, a middle age woman opens the door, we start pushing our way past "is matthew here?", the womans just woke up, doesnt seem to contemplate whats going on "I dont know, I dont think he came home last night" we dont take any notice and start looking around as someone else flashes a warrant, we walk into a downstairs bedroom "are you matthew?" he looks familiar but your not sure, you stared at the picture most of the way but your minds blank "no I'm his brother, I'll get my ID" as he starts to walk past you.

"Oh no you dont!" hands start grabbing out, he starts running, cuffs come out but noone can get a grip of an arm, other family members appear "what you doing? get off him!" he squeezes past and into the living room, battons are drawn, help comes running in from the outside.

He gets to the stairs and runs up, your hot behind him yet you look arround, you see a hand grab your leg as your going up the stairs, the hand suddenly disapears and you see a colleague with his baton in hand having just struck the person going for you, momentarily you think how badly you could have been injured being pulled down the stairs if it wasnt for your colleague, but theres no time to evey say thank you, your at the top of the stairs now he has gone in the bedroom.

You go to follow but stop at the doorway, what if he has a weapon hidden in the room? he has the advantage now. Other officers are already at your side, CS is drawn, "matthew we're coming in, dont try anything or you'll get sprayed" we enter, the room is empty! where has he gone? thats when you notice the open window. "his done a runner! everyone out quick" what happened to the officers outside? then you remember, they are the ones who came in to help.

The radios now buzzing, you do a quick search of the garden & surrounding area, no sight of him, 20 other units are now on scene, dog units are on the way and the helicopter has taken off. You frantically start thinking where he could have gone, local unit spots him running across a railway and had to break off as they couldnt persue across the lines, your running faster than you could think was possible with all this gear, you find the railway and a crossing bridge, your across and again just as lost, he could be anywhere.

You hear dogs barking in the background, the helicoper is circling overhead, your checking every bush and hiding place but theres no sign of him. Then you hear it "suspect detained in pub carpark" you run to the pub, his on the floor cuffed, units all arround, you can relax now his been caught, 2 officers load him into a van after paramedics check him out, the last car leaves the car park and your left with 3 other officers, you start to make your way back to your van and thats the worst part, adrenaline has worn off again, tiredness has hit you and your left with a 10min walk back to your van.

The original post can be found http://black-rover.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-walk-up-garden-path-bang-on-door.html

Black Rover 2006-08-13 12:18:00

Published on August 13, 2006 in Uncategorized. Closed

written by Vic Mackey from Black Rover

Is visible policing really such a good thing?

Public reasurance is very high on todays agenda but by reasuring public are more people getting away with crime?

I was on foot patrol once, donned in the finest yellow high visibility jacket with 2 other pc's wearing similar atire. We hear an I grade call come up which happens to be down the road of someone acting suspiciously next to an cash machine so we trundle off to assist. We are about 3-400 yards away and we can see someone wearing a black & red checked shirt acting weird (cop instinct, he was just standing in such a place and way that it was obvious he wasnt waiting for anyone/anything) anyway he turns round and sees us so runs off, we're still a fair way off and his not done anything we've seen so we let him run. We get to the cash point, no sign of any modifications and nothing else of interest for us, we have a quick scout for the man in the black & red checks but no sign so we get back on foot patrol.

We're 1/2 way back to the station now and we get aproached by an elderly lady, she calls us over and tells us she had just been to the station to report her handbag being snatched earlier and just wants us to keep an eye out for the person who snatched it... yep a guy in a black and red checked shirt.

Now if we where less "noticable" could this have all ended differently? Maybe we would have got to speak to him, maybe he would have given cause for a search / arrest and maybe he was the mugger of this elderly lady.

Sure its a lot of maybes but one thing is deffinate, while we walk arround looking like we have been through a nuclear reactor anyone who has the smallest thing to hide will see us a mile off and be long gone.

Now it may be nice having police officers stand out whilst they are walking arround your neighbour hood sending all the pondlife running off but they arent there all the time (I count once a month outside my house) and I would be much more reassured if the police started wearing complete ninja gear and able to sneak up on the scum, least that way theres a chance of them being caught and having them off the street for a longer time.

The original post can be found http://black-rover.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-visible-policing-really-such-good.html

Black Rover 2006-08-09 12:59:00

Published on August 9, 2006 in Uncategorized. Closed

written by Vic Mackey from Black Rover

Adios to Semper FI, shame to see you go your blog was definately a legend!

I've also added a few extra links to other blogs to make up for the removal of Semper FI.

Does anyone know whats happened to 200weeks? or poilce999.com in general? Have just been getting database errors for weeks now.

The original post can be found http://black-rover.blogspot.com/2006/08/adios-to-semper-fi-shame-to-see-you-go.html

Black Rover 2006-08-06 16:42:00

Published on August 6, 2006 in Uncategorized. Closed

written by Vic Mackey from Black Rover

Why is it that people insist on "acting hard" when speaking to police? it gets you absolutely nowhere.

Swearing is obviously a big no-no and will see you issued with a PND for Section 5 in no time at all but cockyness & general stupidty wont help you either.

The last car I pulled over on the ANPR op was a simple no seat belt job, now normally last job of the day you wanna keep as simple as possible as no doubt you already have a heap of paperwork to do anyway.

I pull him over and do the usual.

Vic> So do you know why I pulled you over?
Mop> No
Vic> Your not wearing a seat belt.
Mop> So? How you gunna prove it.
Vic> erm... you just drove past about 20 different yellow jackets and I know at least 3 other PC's see you without a seatbelt.
Mop> Still dont prove nothing, go find a real criminal.
Vic> Heres your ticket, feel free to take it to court if you wanna see how I prove it.

Now the result of that senario is the driver having to cough up £30 and having to go through the trouble of producing his docs yet if he had simply done a simple "oh I'm sorry" it would more likely have ended with a simple lecture on scraping people off the road and on your way.

On a slightly unconnected note though is those MOP's who are brought up the right way and naturally polite are spooky sometimes, its amazing how many people said thank you after having their car seized.

The original post can be found http://black-rover.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-is-it-that-people-insist-on-acting.html

The dogs day came…

Published on August 5, 2006 in Uncategorized. Closed

written by The general from Intelligence Detective.

Thursday this week when I came to work, I made myself a cup of tea, booked on and walked down the block to see if I had anyone in custody to deal with. I mainly deal with prisoners for burglary, vehicle crime and possession and supply of class A drugs.

Imagine my surprise, when after greeting the on-duty custody skipper, I looked on the whiteboard to see a name which made me look harder and smile. It was none other than shorty.

"General, you dealing with shorty?"
"Whats he in for Sarge?"
"Shoplifting times two, possession of heroin...oh and the other CID want him for a street robbery"
"How much smack did he have on him skip?"
"Two bags. One rolled around his knob under his foreskin and a bigger bag up his chuff"
"mmm nice...Erm and how long is it since shorty bathed sarge? ha ha. I'm glad I wasn't the one looking up his hoop for a change.."
"I know...the lad who nicked him was a tutor so he got the proby to do it, poor kid... Still, now he knows the score doesn't he general? he he he"
"yes Sarge, he does now."
"Thats him kicking and banging the cell, he's been doing it all night apparently... the other prisoners want to kick the shit out of him...they've had no sleep"
"Let them then Sarge, its all on camera so we could even get some detections for violent crime in the process...the D.I. would be happy..."

The CID in the suits dealt with him because he was a suspect for a street robbery where he pulled a knife out on a 14 year-old lad and stole his phone. He was kept in custody and they applied for a remand because he was on bail for other things and the lad picked him out on an I.D. video parade. Good lad, well done. My mate who shall be known as SHREK on account of his scary looking Fizog, dealt with him.

SHREK is a grizzly, crag -faced ugly mutha who scares children when they look at him. He was a coal-miner before he was a copper and he has hands that are so big, he could fit one nicely round my neck, which he has, on occasion, taken pleasure in doing. He came into my office and I made him a brew. He told me that in all the 23 years he had been on CID, he had not met such a vile creature as shorty. He said that shorty growled at him when they first met in the cell corridoor when SHREK introduced himself to try and get the rapport going.

"General..he fuckin growled at me! The kids only two foot tall. The little fraggle."
"..he's a two foot fraggle who carries a blade, high on crack n smack though SHREK...he's the worst kind"
"He gave a completely silent interview. Even his brief thinks he's a knob."
"hmmm. He hates us SHREK. He called me some names in front of my missus and kid last weekend and scared my 7-year old shitless, staring at her."
"You fuckin what?" Said SHREK. His piercing blue eyes stared at me from under his dark, furrowed brow. He didn't blink, never looked away. "say that to me again?"
"Honestly...I was annoyed for days afterwards but days like today make it all right again you know? He was provoking me and who knows? he may have had the knife on him that time and you could be putting your best black tie on today and throwing dirt on my coffin, pretending to sing in church and that..."
"I wouldn't come to your wake anyway, none of your crew can drink. They're too busy putting wax on their hair and buying trainers...."
"I'd have given the kid to me wife and banjoed the fraggle there and then, simple as."
"yeah, then got arrested for assault, suspended, convicted and have some big Yardie boys introducing themselves to you on reception..."
"They don't like miners"

Later on Friday (Yesterday) I was down the same block, dealing with another matter when the escort services people came to pick up shorty. He had had the doctor out who had given him 2 DHC's (dihydrocodeine) for his turkey and he was rattling. I saw him through a large glass window which separated us. He stared at me again. He would not look away. He didn't blink when the boys were putting the handcuffs on him to take him away. He smirked at me. A black toothed, dirty smirk like he knew something about me. I looked back at him. I walked towards the block and opened the door, he was staring at me, waiting to say something.

"shorty, you want a drink before you go? water or something?..." I thought I'd give the respect thing one last try.
"Fuck you. Stick it up your arse"

I walked away thinking...no, that's what will be happening to you when you get to Winson Green if you don't learn to zip it...

As he walked out of the door, he turned round and made a cut-throat gesture towards me.

SHREK called me today to say that shorty had been remanded. He said "next time that 'appens, you should talk to me General..."
"no need mate" said I.
"I have friends from all over the world giving me advice now..."
"Eh?" said SHREK.

Thanks for the advice you lot. keep it coming.

The original post can be found http://intelligence-detective.blogspot.com/2006/08/dogs-day-came.html

Black Rover 2006-08-03 16:30:00

Published on August 3, 2006 in Uncategorized. Closed

written by Vic Mackey from Black Rover

Had a nice day today on an ANPR operation.

Was really a nice crew made up with Specials, Traffic, PCSO's, Baliffs, Imigration & DVLA.

Admitedly it is the first time I've worked with PCSO's on an operation and total respect to them all they where great. Saved us a lot of time by doing PNC checks while we would hastle driver & do our paperwork.

Was a big success with over 10 vehicles seized for either no insurance or outstanding fines. 2 arrests & a variety of tickets and bollockings issued.

Quite a bit of comedy as well like a 6' 5" person hiding in a bush and the guy in a brand new convertible having it seized for £3,000 outstanding parking fines (he must pay full ammount to get it back and now a storage charge each night he dont pay) but funniest point of the day, a fail to stop followed by the screaching of a traffic car flying out of a side street to chase then 20 people jumping on the radio screaming "your going the wrong way" ;-)

So all in all a very worthwhile day and a lot of people for a variety of backgrounds in law enforcement working together, have already put my name down for the next one.

The original post can be found http://black-rover.blogspot.com/2006/08/had-nice-day-today-on-anpr-operation.html