MAE JULIAN
TO PROTECT AND SERVE?
Well, at least that’s what the side of their cars say. You may remember that I wrote about having a theft at our house in my last column. At first I thought that the police were on the ball, as a street officer responded in 2 hours.
He was a Barney Fife if you know what I mean. He couldn’t write worth a darn, and kept getting things screwed up. He was mad that he had to copy a jeweler’s assessment of the rings that were stolen (rings that were in a locked lock box which nobody but my husband and I knew about.) We told him (to make it easy on him) that we would just make a copy of it (the jewelry assessment), which we did in about 30 seconds.
Then he got a phone call on his cell phone from his wife. He had a rip-roaring argument with her on the phone, and then tried to gather his wits to think what it was he was doing.
The finger printer came and she was the only one we have encountered with an ounce of sense (or brains). We were assured, at the departure of Barney that a detective would be contacting us within a few days and, in the meantime, not to talk to any of our kids, or the neighbor who reported a sighting, or anything else, as he determined that we would surely screw up the investigation. So we did as he asked.
A few days later, close to a week, I called the detective number and was told by the detective that I was “lucky” to get him, as he was a busy man. He then got huffy that the first cop told us not to talk to anyone or investigate anything. He said to do all the investigating we could so that he would only have to come out here once. So we did.
The neighbor had a description of the two kids who left the house and the time. When we got our cable bill, it had three porn movies on it, which would coincide with being just before the neighbor saw them. I reported that to the answering machine of the detective.
THEN I get a call, finally, from the detective who (if I could see him) was swaggering with his thumbs in his belt saying that he wanted our grandkids to come to the station and he would “be hard on them” as this was probably an “inside job”.
My daughter was here, and talked to him. She told him none of her kids would be interviewed without her presence (They are all minors). All of her children were in school that day (we know the day and time.) They were all accounted for, and the school that was out that day was Trinity! This was the school name on the jackets of the boys that the neighbor saw. The cop got mad at my daughter, and told her that “her mother” kept calling him and he was working his butt off on this case (funny as how, when I tried to call to let him know about the porn on our bill, he was on vacation for a week). Betsy told him he could interview any of her children as long as she was in the room. He said he had to use “tactics” that were used by detectives to get to the truth (like maybe a flogging tool?) When he saw he couldn’t get to her children he ended the phone call, and we never heard from him again.
If the same theft had happened in Waynedale in the 50s, Harry Monn, the town marshal, would have had it solved in a heartbeat!
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