Which story is better?
One image I can’t get out of my mind. It’s from a case I handled when I was still new to homicide.
The guy had brutally rapped and killed a several older women. He was very smug about it when I brought him in here to be questioned. NO remorse at all.
He would find out the addresses of vulnerable old women and then attack them in their homes.
I was questioning him trying to get a statement when he turned to me and said, “Where does your grandmother live?”
I lost it.
There he was challenging me with this threatening remark. And I had to do something, so I jumped on the guy. I just lost it.
It took four other detectives to pull me off the guy. Now I can can still see his face crystal clear anytime I close my eyes.
Jimmy Murphy, the guy who hit the door, jammed her into a closet with the fucking ram in her stomach. The towel wrapped around the ram. Now she’s got no clothes on. The cup is in mid air. There’s two guys coming off the bed with guns.
Jimmy couldn’t get his gun out; he had this 300 pound ram in his hands. He was screaming, “Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun!”
People are screaming and yelling. She’s fucking crying because she’s just lost her whole life here, right. One guy was coming up off the bed with a 44 magnum revolver. I pulled the triggers on the double barrel shotgun, and i had it on safety. I ended up hitting him over the head with the fucking shotgun.
When we do the search, that brings us down.
After it’s all over and everybody’s locked up and you end up in a bar. It’s narcotics, so everybody’s hard drinkers. And sitting around drinking, all of a sudden you remember what you saw. That was the funniest and the scariest at the same time, just hysterical.