our night was just beginning, so far pretty quiet and uneventful.
We get a call from dispatch, a domestic and we need to meet this women at a coffee shoppe to see what’s going on. We drive through the parking lot (a well know drug spot and high traffic area) looking for the women who call the police. We find her, meet her over by the street so we don’t attract more attention then a cop car already does. She get’s into the back of the car and begings her story…
50 something years old, long hair, a little on the heavy side, rings on many of her fingers, wreeks like cigarette smoke, gruff voice but nice enough.
She proceeds to tell us a story about how her son was picking up a transmission from the X’s house, so they pick this transmission, then the X finds out about it and goes and removes the transmission out of the son’s truck. The X show’s up at the coffee shop and apparantly is uttering death threats at her while she’s outside of the coffee shoppe and he’s driving by. She shows us a copy of the restraining order – which apparantly needs to be signed to be enforceable and it wasn’t. My partner cheques it over and there isn’t anything she can do because it isn’t signed.
Where’s the transmission you ask?
All of a sudden the daughter shows up, so she gets in the back seat of the car beside her mom, she’s about my age, very tall, baseball cap, long hair, many earrings, smokes, rough around the edges also – similar to her mom…she preceeds to verify her moms story word for word. Good alibi right?
So, we get the number for the X, phone him – and he’s quite mad on the phone as he has his side of the story, right? We make a visit to his place
We pull up to the X’s place, normally my partner rides by herself so she would call or have backup with her just because she’s a female and by herself. But since I was with her (with all of my CSI watching training, she felt safe and secure lol) it’s always safer in two’s right? We approached the house, the X came storming to do the door and pointed to me saying “SHE CAN’T COME OR SET FOOT IN HERE”, my heart was reacting for a second there but my partner said I was with her and they I was part of this – he thought I was the daughter! Phew…okay my partner calmed him down and we stepped into the house.
modest house, main level was baby blue, the door opened into the living room, big TV mounted to the wall, couch back was to the door opening, a younger women was sitting on the chair (soon to be known as daughter #2) they were smoking like chimneys and it was quite hard for me to breathe. The X looks like your typical biker dude, scruffy, tattoos, longer hair, ball cap. There there was another guy, maybe a roommate or something that just leaned in from the hallway observing, like me but I was on the right side of the law…not sure about him.
He definitely had a difference of opinion, yes he took the transmission for payment because the son was supposed to give him back the engine – or something along these lines. So the X and the women have been togehter but not married for almost 20 years. The women says he’s used her as a door mat for far too long but the X said he’s been trying to stay away from her. He was trying to get his personal belongings out of “their” house for months and she wouldn’t give him anything including his clothes, personal trophies and tools and such. Finally the one daughter got him a few things. So my partner just said that they need to sort this through their lawyers and that there wasn’t much that we could do. He said that when he was getting out of his truck a few hours before that a black unmarked cadillac SUV came barrelling down his street swerving towards his truck door that was open almost took him out. My partner asked if he had gotten a liscence plate number…nope!
And we carry on to the next call.