Thursday, April 14, 2011

Don't Mess With Me (Please?) by Alan Orloff

I have a recommendation for all crime writers: Attend a Citizen's Police Academy.

I did, and it was a fantastic way to see what police departments really do (the only better way might be to enroll in the real police academy and become an honest-to-goodness cop).

Many local law enforcement jurisdictions hold their own Citizen Academies (or some version of one--make a few calls, you'll be surprised). Mine was put on by the Herndon Police Department (in VA), where everyone involved was absolutely great--friendly, informative, generous. We met every Wednesday night for 12 weeks, and the sessions encompassed a wide range of police activities.

Undercover narc cops spoke to us about the seamy underbelly of the drug world, regaling us with some amazing stories and showing us what different drugs looked like, up close and personal. Gang specialists told us about dealing with different gangs and how to spot gang activity. We watched a K9 unit demonstrate "take-down" techniques, and we hit the streets to work the LIDAR gun (sorry Mrs. Peterson, but I clocked you going 48 mph in a 35 mph zone).

We went to the evidence lab and learned how to expose fingerprints with superglue fumes, we observed the lie detector in use (excuse me, the polygraph), and we got to fire live weapons on the firing range. A word of warning: Don't mess with me--I put all five rounds in the inner circle, and it was the first time I'd ever even touched a real gun. Okay, I think it was from five yards away, but still...

Another highlight was our visit to the County Detention Center (aka, the jail). Talk about an eye-popping experience! We toured the whole thing--intake, processing, fingerprinting, breathalyzers, the holding cells, regular cells (pods, I think they were called), as well as the "special" cells. Fascinating, and mighty depressing. Talk about getting scared straight!

While all those experiences were terrific, the topper was my ride-along with a police officer.

I'll take you back to that Saturday night on the mean streets of Herndon...

We'd been cruising for about two hours or so, checking out the normal trouble spots, and we'd gotten the usual calls. Excessive noise at a sketchy apartment complex, some possible gang activity near the 7-Eleven, a D-and-D (that's drunk and disorderly, for all you, uh, rookies) at a local bar. Just your typical shift. Then the radio crackled to life again (notice how police radios always "crackle to life.").

There was a report of people--several people--running through the Community Center's parking lot with rifles. "Hold on," the officer beside me said. "This could get hairy." She flipped on the siren and we went roaring through town, cars parting to let us through. Screeching into the Community Center parking lot, we pulled up alongside a couple other cruisers, both empty, one with a door still flung open. Someone had left in a hurry.

The officer barked at me, "Stay here. Don't get out of the car."

I forced a nod, mouth too dry to talk. Of course, she didn't have to worry. I had no intention of following her into the night with a bunch of armed goons on the loose.

She grabbed her shotgun out of the lockdown and raced off, leaving me all alone.

My heart raced. What if the guys with guns doubled back and found me, by myself, a sitting duck in a patrol car? Would I become the unfortunate reason future ride-alongs had to be eliminated? I sank in my seat and peered out over the dashboard, hoping for reinforcements. Nope, just me and the empty police cars. I'd realized it before, but it hit home a lot harder in that moment. We don't pay law enforcement personnel nearly enough.

Luckily, the situation had a non-violent resolution. It turned out that the people running through the parking lot were teenagers wielding air rifles. No one got hurt. But, man, how easily could something have gone terribly, irrevocably wrong? In the dark, those air rifles were indistinguishable from real rifles. Some poor teenager's head easily could have been blown off.

I'll say it again; I heartily recommend attending a Citizen's Police Academy. Just make sure to wear two pairs of underwear on ride-along night.

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The first book in Alan Orloff’s Last Laff Mystery series, KILLER ROUTINE, is now available, at your favorite booksellers and on-line. His debut mystery, DIAMONDS FOR THE DEAD, was nominated for the Best First Novel Agatha Award. For more information about Alan and his books, please visit www.alanorloff.com.

6 comments:

Tracey Devlyn said...

Hi Alan,

Thank you for sharing your CPA story. I bet those we're the longest minutes of your life!

Did you find 12 weeks of classes too much, or did the officers do a good job of keeping the content engaging for 3 months?

Tracey

Terry Odell said...

I did the Civilian Police Academy in Orlando, and also enjoyed a ride along (and I was also left in the car --with instructions to keep the doors locked) while the deputy took his shotgun from the trunk and went into an apartment complex on a call. Nothing "exciting" happened. He came back and said, "the call said he had a gun. I went in with a bigger gun."

I've put in my request for a ridealong here in the back of beyond now that we live in the boonies. Should be a great comparison.

Terry
Terry's Place
Romance with a Twist--of Mystery

Alan Orloff said...

Tracey - I was certainly sweating bullets, so to speak. I thought 12 weeks was good. There were a couple of less-than-thrilling nights (the department's org chart and the information systems come to mind), but the other nights more than made up for it.

Terry - I think you'll agree--ride-alongs are absolutely fascinating, on so many levels. I need to schedule another one.

Joelle Charbonneau said...

Hi Alan,

Okay, attending a Citizen's Police Academy has always been somewhere on my to-do list. You have just made it rise all the way to the top.

Thanks for posting your experience!

Tracy March said...

Hi Alan,

Sounds like you are pretty good with a gun!

I'd imagine that the jail tour was pretty depressing, yet much more interesting than the org chart presentation. :)

I'm making a mental note to be careful where I show up with my air rifle! :)

Alan Orloff said...

Joelle - You won't be sorry. I'm amazed at how close the police let us clueless civilians get to the action.

Tracy - That's right, you don't want to be messing with me! If you stay completely still at a distance of exactly five meters, you could be in trouble!

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