The Murray Files: Suburbs

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Lieutenant Nigel Murray recounts his case as a police officer. He goes through his obstacles to reach the crime. But it's not always smooth sailing...

Submitted: February 16, 2012

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Submitted: February 16, 2012



The Murray Files: Suburbs

It’s my fifteenth year in the Philadelphia Police Department, District Seven, as a Lieutenant. I am thinking about retiring when I turn forty years old in five years. This district mainly consist of single houses, twin houses, and condominiums. This district has been very lite on crime. The worst I have witness, since I joined the force, was a domestic violence incident in the condominiums. Almost all the crime occur in the condos. Okay well enough of myself, my partner is Sergeant Adam Cooper. He is pretty new to the force. He is young and naive. About twenty-five years old, in my opinion. He is slender, and the same height as myself, which is six feet. He usually is there as my backup and to listen to my instruction. Kind of like the sheep from “Animal Farm” by George Orwell in my opinion.

Today, Adam and myself, were called up to the Captain’s office. I am not sure what this is about but I believe it is another case. On the contrary, Adam was a nervous wreck. He believes that he is going to get reprimanded. As we both walk down the dark hallway, step by step, the lights flicker on and off. I thought to myself, this building is in need for some maintenance, repair, and some fresh paint. As I arrived at the dark maple wood door, I turned the old rusty door knob. The knob made a squeaking sound that hurts my ears. The door opened and we went in. The captain’s office was full of law books, the captain’s medals, and photographs. The captain began to tell us why we were called down to his office. There was a robbery in the suburb. Adam abruptly asked if that was part of our jurisdiction. It turns out that a loophole in the state law gave our police district partial jurisdiction in this area. In my fifteen years as a member of the force this was something new to me. This was almost as crazy as that old law that made it illegal to sleep on top of refrigerator doors, and I tell you that back in my day as a child growing up, those refrigerators were comfy. But they don’t make refrigerators like how they use to.

The captain continued with what he was saying. There was not much information given during the 911 call. We only have an address and we know it’s a robbery. The captain believes this case should be handled with a senior officer. Adam and I both agreed to investigate the robbery. We got ready to leave but the captain gave us some words of advice. He said that there might be a chance we might not make it. No officer has been in the suburbs in over fifty years. I took the advise lightly while Adam got a bit scared.

While we walk out of the hallway Adam was starting to freak out about going to the suburbs. We walked out to the parking lot and was looking for our squad car. Adam screamed that all the squad cars look all the same. We found our vehicle since it was the only car that had dirt on the side of the doors and a few dents in the front bumper. I looked for my keys as I couldn’t find it. I asked Adam if he knew where they were. He began to look underneath and all over the car and found nothing. I went deep into my pockets and found only pocket lint. This was embarrassing.

Eventually Adam saw the keys inside the car. I was not happy as that was my spare keys in there. Adam suggested that we break the window and get the key. I told him to do what he wants but I won’t smash the window. A few second later, the car alarm started going off. Adam opened the door and took the keys, stopping the alarms. I opened the drivers door and slotted in the key. I closed the driver’s door, Adam also got in and closed the passenger’s door. Then turned the key and started the ignition. This was smooth sailing from then.

We drove off the parking lot and began to use a small road. Adam set the GPS to our destination. The GPS told me to turn right, I followed and we were going for a tree, I swerved quickly back into traffic as Adam screamed like a little girl. That GPS was strange. The next thing the GPS did was to tell us to continue straight into the next wall. Okay, that GPS was evil. So it was best for us just to ignore it.

We stopped by a neighborhood street. There were nice yards and some fencing. There was a little girl walking on the street. I pulled by the little girl and Adam pulled down the window and asked the little girl if she can help him with something. Then Adam said he has candy. I was going to kill Adam because what he was saying was completely wrong. But nonetheless, the little angle told us that we were near out destination.

We continued driving as we pass countless of houses that all look alike and had big yards. They were 3 floors and the yards were the size of a small playground. Adam just stared out the window in amazement. We drive into a street and into a neighborhood loop. There was a group of people there. The people saw our squad car and headed for us. We pulled over and I was bout to get out of the car but Adam pointed out that we’re out of doughnuts. We both love doughnuts so I quickly stepped on the pedal and drove out of this suburban community. We drove fifteen minutes on the expressway to the nearest Dunkin Donuts and I sent Adam inside. I waited in the driver’s seat sitting in the black interior of these seats and daydreamed about receiving a medal for my service to the force.

After five minutes of waiting, Adam returned with a dozen doughnuts. Adam got in the car, and slowly lifted up the orange lid to the box as the intoxicating smell of this sweet, delicious, fried treat was in my sight. I ate three glazed doughnuts while I was in the car and ate four more while driving. While we drove back fifteen minutes to that suburban community. I pulled over the car. Adam and I got out of the vehicle and walked to the group. I introduced myself as Lieutenant Nigel Murray and my partner Sergeant Adam Cooper. The people were upset that we drove away. Adam explained that we had a doughnut emergency. Our poll numbers did not go up because of that remark.

So I found the victim who made the call. She was sitting on the curb with a blanket on her shoulder. We asked the woman with dirty blonde hair, what was stolen. As instructed, Adam took the report on his notebook. The hysterical woman said that someone stole a rock from her lawn. I was astonished. Adam screamed out “REALLY!?”. I continued with the questions. I asked about the rock’s shape and color. The woman said it’s a small gray rock. The woman began to cry and all her neighbors were sympathetic to her loss. Adam and I were just shocked by their sympathy over a stolen rock but we began to look around the neighborhood. All we saw were large houses that all look alike with large yards and almost all had pools.

There was nothing until Adam pointed out a gray thing by the tire of our car. The woman jumped out and ran for the rock. She began to thank Adam and I. I sighed and got back into the car and began to pull out of the street. Case solved.

The very next day the captain delighted of our success but was not eager to find out the robbery item was a rock. But nonetheless we got a bonus and Sergeant Cooper was promoted to Lieutenant and will be my permanent partner.


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