A Deflated Arrest

Deflated Arrest

(C) James J Alonzo

In my patrol area with the Sheriffs office, there had been a rape in North Collins, NY, that happen at an apartment complex. The victim was a young mother and she was attacked during the day while her children were in school. 

I came on shift in the afternoon that day, and based on her description our department later caught the rape suspect several hours after the rape occurred. We went by to transport the victim for an ID lineup, but she had two children and couldn't leave for fear of what had happen, and She had a babysitter, but was afraid that there might be retaliation. Apparently the man that raped her was a well like personality.

Since we were one officer patrol cars, I volunteered to watch her place, the babysitter, and the kids while my partner Phill Taylor transported the victim to the station. 

As i sat in the patrol car I scanned all the apartments besides the victim's, and I had no trouble looking in the apartment's large first floor windows. Across the street was a Motel, also with large front windows.  

Looking in one motel window I was drawn to flickering candles, and low light. Taking my binoculars out of my glove compartment, I tried to focus a better view. Through some mini blinds I could see a man caressing a naked lady on a king size bed. The view was hazy but clear enough to see what was taking place.

As I watched as he climbed on top and began making love to her, she didn't move, as though she was unconscious! When it looked like he was finished he got up, covering the lady. He covered the body completely, head to toe, tucking the covers under like he was wrapping a dead body! 

( I said to myself,"good grief! This clown has a dead woman! And he is having sex with her!!" 

"15 south, radio." I called dispatch and radioed for my partner for back up. 

It appeared to me as if I was watching an actual case of necrophilia, compounded by all the burning candles as sort of a shrine. (Necrophilla is having sex with a dead person.)  

As I observed the perp, he then laid next to the body and began rubbing her body through the covers. She never moved or showed any signs of response. 

When my partner arrived I said

" Brother man, this clown has a dead body in there, and he's having sex with it!)

Watching Phill's eyes go wide, he said,

"Are you shitting me! Judus Priest! You white people will f%!* anything!"

Being sure I was witnessing a case of necrophilia, this gave us probable cause. Upon my partners return, we agreed it needed checking. I knocked on the door and the man asked,

"Who is it?"

"POLICE!"

The perp killed the light and we could hear rummaging around in the room! Through the partially closed blinds I could see him moving the body from the bed out of my sight. 

We banged louder and ordered him to open the door. Just as I was getting ready to kick the door, it opened and we pushed in. 

"Where is she!?" i shouted at the perp. As Phill handcuffed the perp. Phill didn't have to search him much, since all he had on was his jockey under ware.

"Who?" he replied, " I don't know what you're talking about!" 

"The dead woman. Where is she?"

He didn't say a word, just looked down at his feet. We didn't see a body, but this was a motel room, so he couldn't have hid the body that quickly. 

I went to the bathroom, but nothing. The shower curtain was closed and I was sure she had to be in there. Pulling back the curtain, nothing! As I turned back into the hall I saw a large pile of clothes that might conceal a body. Fearing the worst I pulled some clothes aside and there she was with a big gash in her side!

"I found her!" I shouted to Phill, "come here and see."

"What the f!*%# !" Phill said in frustration. That's a G__ Damn inflatable doll! The guy is doing plastic?" 

Apparently the perp had panicked when we knocked, couldn't get the air out quick enough so he "killed" her, hiding her body. Over years and I still laugh about that.


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