Streets: That's Saying a Mouthful

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Chocolate Sweetness, also known as Horace Beauregard, so named by his mother, black male adult, 37 years of age, heavy beard, acne, 6’1” tall, 200 pounds, former Staff Sergeant, USMC and USMC Heavy Weight Boxing Champion, lays face down in tall grass alongside the New River, in the Riverside Community Park, Lechugaville, California. His flame red wig is stuffed in his mouth and his butt hugging short dress is hiked up around his waist. His legs are spread wide and his hips are elevated by large rocks stuffed under his abdomen, as if in offering his naked buttocks. Who done it/?

Submitted: December 09, 2015

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Chocolate Sweetness, also known as Horace Beauregard, so named by his mother, black male adult, 37 years of age, heavy beard, acne, 6’1” tall, 200 pounds, former Staff Sergeant, USMC and USMC Heavy Weight Boxing Champion, lays face down in tall grass alongside the New River, in the Riverside Community Park, Lechugaville, California.  His flame red wig is stuffed in his mouth and his butt hugging short dress is hiked up around his waist.  His legs are spread wide and his hips are elevated by large rocks stuffed under his abdomen, as if in offering his naked buttocks.

The cop, Rose Houston, a recent lateral transfer from the Tarrant County, Texas, Sheriff’s Department, walks a wide circle around Chocolate Sweetness.  Once she determined that he is dead, she backed away from the body and is now waiting for the evidence tech and coroner.  In the meanwhile, she is drawing a brief sketch of the scene for her notes.  She notes two rubbed spots in the grass and mud between his legs and surmises that they were caused by the knees of someone who had sex with him.  There are drag marks from vehicle tracks near the street to the body’s location and empty wine cooler bottles on the ground on both sides of the vehicle tracks.

She also notes that a heavy dew had fallen the night before and the grass and picnic tables and wine bottles are still wet.  So too, is Sweet Chocolate’s back.  She sketches the drag marks from the road side to his current location and widens her search area.  She’s looking for his shoes and underwear and finding neither.

Other officers are checking the trash receptacles in the park and reporting back that no evidence has been found. 

Horace was a transvestite prostitute.  Like others of his profession, he plied his trade in the downtown tenderloin area on three day weekends and military paydays when there would normally be an abundance of potential customers in the streets.  Like his female counterparts, his was an uncertain occupation involving high risks.

The evidence tech arrives first and begins his work by photographing the crime scene from the “four points of the compass.”  Houston had taped off most of the area including the vehicle tracks, wine bottles and body, and the Morning Watch supervisor, Sergeant Tommy O’Brien, has assigned other officers to keep the public and nosy cops away from the scene.  O’Brien is sitting on the hood of his patrol car staying out of Houston’s way.

Almost all of the area street cops knew Horace.  He was loud, unashamed, and not inclined to go peacefully when arrested.  He was notorious for standing on the corner of 10th and Main Street, making a large “O” shape with his lips and moving his long, snake like tongue suggestively in a circles around them.  On hot summer nights, he would get a popsicle and lick it or deep throat it for the excitement of potential customers and entertainment of passing officers.  Many curious cops dropped by to see if the rumors were true.

The coroner arrived soon after the evidence tech, but the homicide detectives didn’t show up for another hour after that.  This surprised Houston because the evidence tech had to get out of bed and drive to the station for the evidence van and the coroner had to go to the county seat to get the coroner’s wagon and then drive it over 40 miles to Lechugaville.  In her experience, detectives felt more urgency.

The detectives who showed up were what the local street cops call “The Lessors.”  Others, not present that morning, were called, “The Greaters,” and one referred to as, “The Great,” but those so designated did not often allow their sleep to be interrupted for matters such as this.  She had learned quickly that all of them had pejorative views of patrol officers but they also had a brutal pecking order amongst themselves.She was ready to brief them but they stood next to their car for several minutes.  Apparently, they had driven through the one and only McDonalds in town for breakfast.  They set it on the hood of their car with their coffee and seem to be discussing something important as they eat breakfast.

Detective Slocum is upset.  His team has not made the playoffs and he thinks the Manager and Head Coach should both be fired.  They don’t see the Coroner motioning for them to approach the body and the patrol officer doing so because they are arguing about which teams will make the playoffs and deciding the amounts of wagers each will lay on the results.  Detective Niedermeier is trying to bait Slocum into a bet on the next game. 

The Coroner points to the back of Chocolate Sweetness’ head and the Evidence Tech takes photos.  Houston holds a ruler next to the head as a reference, as the Coroner explains, “There are several holes in the back of his head and on his neck.  We need a shot of these.”

The coroner’s “meat wagon,” as the vehicle for transporting bodies is known, arrives and the Coroner again motions for the detectives to approach the body.

They are still involved in their discussion and ignore him.

He motions for O’Brien to approach and walks in his direction.  Meeting halfway, the Coroner asks if he wants anyone to witness the autopsy. 

O’Brien looks at Houston, “Do you want to witness the autopsy?”

“Sure”

It will be over an hour before the coroner does the autopsy, so Houston stops by her home on the way to make sure her son is up and ready for school.

O’Brien and the Coroner leave the detectives to their conversation and the Evidence Tech and a cover officer to their work.

That evening, O’Brien calls Houston into the Watch Commanders office after Morning Watch  briefing.  She is new to Lechuga Valley P.D. but she is an experienced officer.  She knows street craft and uses good judgement.  The other officers and sergeants like her and she deals well with hostile subjects and the public.  She looks tired and he is certain she worked on the homicide preliminary crime report for several hours.

“I read your report.  Good writing, good details, well organized.”

“Thank you.”  She sits waiting.

“Did you have many cases like this in Texas?”

Now she laughs, “Uh, no.  There were occasional reports of a stray Texas cowboy making loud love with a stray steer, but nothing quite like this.”  She laughs again, “This guy had semen in his hair and in his rectum and even in his lungs.”

O’Brien laughs too.  “You know the guys history.”

“A little, I’ve seen him downtown around the “Block,” but I haven’t had to deal with him.  I understand he was one of our local legends.”

“Yeah.  Used to be a Marine over at Pendleton, on the coast.  Retired.  In the report, you said that he may have choked to death before he was stabbed?”

“Yes.  The coroner says he was stabbed with something similar to an ice pick if not an actually ice pick.  There was no bleeding from the stab wounds.  Plus there was tearing in his rectum from being sodomized.  No bleeding there, either.”

“I’ll be damned.”  O’Brien thinks about it for a moment and looks back at the report, “there was bruising around his larynx and semen in his lungs and esophagus?”

Houston laughs and covers her face with both hands, more loudly now, ‘Yes, and he had lots of pubic hair in his teeth.”

O’Brien tosses the report into the out box, “Well, good job Houston, and that’s saying a mouthful.”

 


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