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Chapter 10

“Fairmount”

‘The Series’
~ ‘A Tacony Civilian Affair’ ~

By

Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.

The Police Commissioner watched Captain Noodles’ departure. Captain Samuel watched the commissioner. Dexter Talis looked, approached the captain and said, “You know why we had to get him out of here don’t you?” The captain nodded, “I am somewhat aware of the reasoning Commissioner.” He replied.
“Noodles is not cut out for civilian affairs – people just don’t like him.”
Samuel replied, “You mean people who don’t look like him…don’t you Commissioner?”

The lieutenant commissioner and the commissioner looked at the captain long and hard. “Yeah…that’s what I mean.”

“Listen Willice,” said the commissioner. “The mayor and a host of other big wigs will be arriving shortly. I’d like for you and the ranger to head up this mess. I’m aware of Glenn and the Mayor’s understanding and I know what some folk’s think of me…I’d like for you to keep me in the loop – I’ll do my best to get you whatever you need to get this job done – and I’ll keep Noodles out of your hair as well. If you do right by me, I’ll do right by you.”
Samuel gave the commissioner and his lieutenant a nod. “We all shall see Commissioner…we shall see.” “You know that I can make this an order Captain…but I’d like your trust in me Willice, to back you up – trust in me to back up what I promise…what we promise.” Tanex and Talis nodded and smiled in unison.

Willice said, “I know what can and won’t be done Commissioners…and I do appreciate the candor and faith in our abilities, the ranger and me.” The captain walked from the middle of the bridge on Girard Avenue and headed towards 34th Street where the ranger and his team where stationed. The commissioner motioned for his car. He relinquished control to his lieutenant. Hew then turned and leaned on the bridge railing and gazed out over the river, which seemed to evenly flow towards center city. He thought,” What in the hell is happening to this town – its crime, the current terror in the park, and his job?”

Mayor Finkles was wide-awake and constantly and continually apprised of the events of the night. Sleep being disallowed, she sipped on a glass half-filled with an expensive sherry. She received and transmitted communications from her downstairs home office. Between sips, she pondered the conversation between Talis, Tanex, and Francis. The conference call between the four was narrowed to three with Genailia’s departure from the call. She was heading to meet Glenn at the zoo. The conversation shifted from correlating strategies of capturing the escaped bruins to that of command competence of the play callers. The trio agreed that politics and personal gain took a back seat to populace security. They also agreed that Captain Noodles is best assigned to head up operations in the Northeast region. They agreed that many of the area’s men would respond to the captain’s directives as opposed to Samuel.

Captain Noodles arrived at the Tacony District Police Headquarters before going on to Kensington. The shift commander informed him of the arrest of suspect in the Kensington Stranglings. He asked the commander if the guy was black or white. The cop responded with a smile and said, “Well Captain, he ain’t no jungle bunny!” The captain smiled. The commander continued, “The guy looks like a spear-chuckin nigger with a spic name.” The captain laughed aloud. “Yeah, said the watch commander, “they got the motherfucker somewhere on Westmoreland Street earlier this evening.”
“Good,” Said Noodles. “That’s on less murderin nigger on our streets…and one less black ass preying on our white women!” Laughing aloud, the duo headed into the back room of the building where ‘whites only’ hung out between shift changes – when suddenly, an explosion occurred. It sounded like a bomb, blurted out by one of the cops who happened to be a Viet-Nam Veteran. The building shook violently as did other buildings and homes in the area.

Police stationed inside the district building darted about. Others converged in the commons room and then outdoors to see what was amiss.
Just about all of the neighbors in the area was standing out in the cold of the night to see what was the matter. No one knew until the fire engine sirens screamed enroute to the destination of the explosion. The siren screams grew as many other first responders arrived at the scene of destruction.

A house on Disston Street near Frankford was engulfed in a ball of fire. Three row houses on either side of the dwelling were also engaged in the white-yellow-blue-red light with billows of black smoke rising from them. Fire Fighters sprayed the properties with cold streams of high-pressure water being pumped from the corner fire hydrants and their trucks. Many of the area neighbors were standing out in the cold in pajamas and bathrobes. Women holding babies were standing in the slippers on the icy-cold sidewalk. Several of the men were double-checking accountability of their families, pets, and vehicles. Many of the cars and trucks on the blocks were destroyed…burned and burning and or crushed by building material and hot bricks. The strong and pungent aroma of gas permeated the air as police were ordered to get the people out of the immediate area for fear of more explosions.
Captain Noodles ushered his driver towards their unmarked police cruiser. Immediately, he began barking orders to his men over the police radio communicator. “All squad commanders in the Tacony District – get these houses evacuated right now – cordon off that area for three bocks square around the site of that fire – I don’t want anything living inside that restricted area except fire, gas, and rescue personnel. I am enroute to the location from Bustleton Avenue. I should be arriving in under five minutes.”

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“Captains – Philly Style!”

Chapter 9
“Fairmount” – ‘The Series’

“Captains – Philly Style!”


By
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The police captains coordinated their teams around the entire area surrounding the zoo. The West Philly neighbors in the area were encouraged to remain in their homes. Captain Noodles’ team was stationed on the Girard Avenue side of the zoo while Samuels’ team was settled on the Spring Garden side. Samuel’s team was also assigned coverage along the backside of the zoo from the rail yard into the 38th Street area through Parrish into 40th. Noodles’ team cordoned the Girard Avenue Bridge covering the West River Drive access routes and I-76 into 33rd Street. The National Guard dispatched men and equipment that filled the area as well.

Complicating matters at the zoo, the police were still working murder cases. One of the cases is the unsolved Fairmount Park Rapist. The other is the Kensington Strangler. A jogger running along the East River Drive, back in October 2003, was stabbed and raped while running on the drive near Fountain Green Road. A previous attack was investigated in April of the same year. Later, in July, the Philadelphia Homicide Unit was also investigating a stabbing in Wynnefield Heights. That same month in 2009, a woman was sitting on a park bench in the park when a man came running from the woods. “He was balls ass naked,” she said. Prior to that incident, a woman was sleeping on a park bench after a run. A man who covered her face with a tee shirt awakened her. He forced her into a wooded area, where he tied her wrists with plastic ties and sexually assaulted her. August of 2007, in the Pennypack Park area, another woman was attacked while jogging along a path near the creek. A man pulled her into the woods, raped her and ran off. The stabbing death of a woman over a bicycle in Northern Liberties winded down with the apprehension of a young black man. The case was assigned to the Central Detectives Unit. Captains Samuel, Noodles, and Stafford were assigned to pool their services and collaborate their efforts in support of the investigations by the detectives.

Captain Noodles was relieved of officiating duties during that year. The reassignment was due to improprieties in his professional performance. He was subjected to reprimands and suspensions because of his alcohol abuse and unprofessional behavior. He almost lost his police captain status. Once while interviewing a rape victim in one of the park attack cases, Noodles used inappropriate language and propositioned the young blond woman as well. He’d invited the woman to dinner and late night entertainment in the midst of the attack interview. His logic and explanation to the indecency was that he wanted to comfort and help her to forget her pain. He had also been drinking on duty and the smell was detected and reported by a subordinate officer. The young sergeant was one of Samuel’s men. Captain Samuel confirmed the report when asked by officers of the Internal Affairs Division. Noodles hated Willice’s honesty as much as his blackness. Willice also outranked Jarard by about six months seniority. He was revolted and despised him for that too. The report damn near cost Noodles his job, rank, and pension. It was the good ole boys network that covered his ass.

Lieutenant Commissioner Dexter Talis was standing with Colonel Russell Jeunaus in the middle of the Girard Avenue Bridge. A call came in from the Tacony Police District. They were informing Commissioner Tanex and Lieutenant Commissioner Talis of an assault in the district. Talis ranted, “Why the hell are you calling me instead of the Special Victim’s Unit Commander?” “They have been informed, sir.” Said the watch commander. “We thought you’d like to be notified about this latest attack near Frankford Avenue. I am aware of the current situation out there commissioner…just an attempt at keeping you in the loop and ahead of the game, sir!” The watch commander smiled to himself with sarcasm. “Thank you Commander Reily. I do appreciate your heads up.”

The commissioner called the two captains from their points of command. He began to explain to the men about the telephone message and new orders. “Fellas…three times in the last thirteen months women have been attacked in or near the park on Frankford Avenue. I want it stopped and I want the bastard who’s doing it in chains – I want him caught and locked the fuck up!” He glared at the two captains. “Now look, I know the areas are not in your districts. But I need you two guys to help me out here. Noodles, you know that piece of territory pretty damn good. The folks out there kinda relate to where you’re comin from.” Samuels looked at both men and said nothing. “I want you out there controlling and directing the streets. The detectives will be busy enough without worrying about the public. Plus, we’ve got that Kensington shit happnin. Noodles stop what you’re doing and get out there to relieve Captain Anderson. We’ll handle things here.”

“What about my men commissioner…they’re lookin for me to get things done right here?” Replied Noodles.

“Listen to me Noodles, victims in each of these cases offered us the same basic description of the man who attacked them. In at least three of the cases, victims said that the son of a bitch wore no clothes – you know the people out there…they’ll talk to you. Samuels will cover for you here…he’ll take care of your men – now get going!”

Noodles scowled and spit while looking directly at Samuel. Captain Samuel smiled.

While enroute to the Kensington Police District, the transgressed captain complained to his driver. “Mother F….. N……!” “I hate his f….. guts!” “I know what happened…the black bastard was suckin up to the bosses – him and that red n….. half breed! Because the two of them sambos and that broad talked them into believing this bullshit about a f….. bear. Ain’t no way in hell no Goddamn bear is doin all this shit! That ole man and black bitch with them f….. college degrees say its so…they go and believe em.” The captain hatefully continued complaining. “Actually, I wouldn’t mind poking that broad myself…she’s definitely a looker. I wouldn’t even mind the fact that she’s black – I’d have her black ass kissin my feet, washin my ass, swingin and suckin on my d… in no time…I’d have her do it every time she saw me, as soon as I walk in the door – f….n n…..s!” “Sergeant, make sure that my car is brought back to my house…I don’t want no sambos drivin it or touchin it!” “You got that sergeant? The sergeant nodded and drove on.

 

 

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‘That Damned River’

By

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/*

The ides of December brought no new activity from the beast. The people went with their daily activities as they prepared for the upcoming Christmas and New Year Holiday events. The ranger and his team were mapping out strategies for their assault on the “Killer Kodiak.”

There weren’t any new signs or tracks to be followed along the banks of the Schuylkill River since the last attack. There were no signs of activity or attacks. Glenn and his team started their search at the last killing scene along the West River Drive in Fairmount Park. They contemplated setting up bait traps, steel claw traps, and prowler stations. The river was now in a state of sporadic ice packs scattered out on the water. Ice platforms gathered at the edge of the dam where the majestic view of the Art Museum peered out over the river. The mini glaciers piled up along the edge of the dam where the East and West River Drives meet in the park. A driveway bridge connected the two roads that allowed access into the Benjamin Franklin Parkway and I-95 corridor via route 676.

Snow began to fall at eleven a.m. on December Seventeen, a Saturday. It began to form heavy flakes at four p.m. The layer of snow on the ground measured at two and a half inches from the ground. At 6 p.m., the snow fell heavier and the layer on the ground exceeded the earlier measurement. The wind was mild. It blew about five to 10 miles an hour at a nor’ easterly direction that eventually blew nor’ westerly. The ranger wondered where this beast had gone. Did it just up and leave? Did it eat enough? Did it decide to hibernate? If so, where? “Where the fuck did it go?” He began to stare at the dam along the river and wondered about the pumping station wells underbellies.

The ranger shouted aloud…”Damn!” His staring at the river-dam evolved into an all-out eyeball examination of the location. He turned to one of site searching rangers with the communications backpack. It contained a field radio and satellite telephone. “Get the city archeological engineering department on the horn – I want to know what’s under this dam and pumping station shacks – pronto!”

The City of Philadelphia Records Department, city archives division, responded to the call almost immediately. They could not get the original plans out to him for fear of disintegration – exposure to air and light. The electronic facsimile was available but could not be made immediately available. It could take more than an hour to locate the electronic backup. The field unit also needed to get a notebook computer out to then as well. The portable computer delivery would not necessarily create a problem to dispatch… The date would. It was faster to go to the source – the records department at city hall. Glenn was just five miles away.

Sirens screamed down the Benjamin Franklin Parkway and Pavilion into the City Hall Courtyard. The police car drove directly up and onto the sidewalk surrounding the building – through the breezeway into the courtyard and entrance doors nearest the records department. Ranger Glenn exited the vehicle and dashed through the double doors into the first floor corridor. The records room was just off to the right. The records staff was ready and waiting. They were at the rangers beckon call. The data was being uploaded as Glenn and Police Sergeant Macauleany, the officer from the Smith Playground attack site, and a ranger lieutenant by the name of ‘Asa Wells’ stood by.

It was Lieutenant Wells who noted the fresh footprints in the old snow on the bike and jogger trail. The jogging trail continued into the other side of the river from under the overpass of the west river drive that lead down to the Southside of the Schuylkill River.

The prints in the snow were out of the team’s search area. They could not see them. The trail of prints was pounding a path in the direction of the Philadelphia Zoo.

At the records department, Glenn was able to pull up the archived data on the river’s dam. He was not surprised to discover an underpass right under the water at the dam’s edge. The underpass lay directly at the base of the dam. It is an existing access causeway for the construction crews to make repairs on the dam. No one ever realized such a space existed. It’s been there since the dam’s construction and has never been used. The records staff watched the ranger as he researched other unknown tunnels under the river and along its banks. They were surprised to see all sorts of underground passageways. These excavations were established about the time the dam was built by the “Free Masons of Pennsylvania.” The research brought to light, even more tunnels of ingress and egress points appeared throughout the city’s underground realm. The ranger instructed the department staff to make him copies of the maps immediately. They complied with an exuberant amount of excitement and pride in their ability to jump too in an emergency. The time was three forty five in the afternoon.

At five o’clock in the afternoon, staff of the Philadelphia Zoo, closed its gates for the day. At 10 p.m., one of the zoo guards was completing his 30-minute rounds. The guard who patrolled the area near the polar bear exhibit noticed their agitation. He thought it unusual. The bears are usually calm and settled at this hour. He made note of it on his report sheet attached to a clipboard. On his way to the brown bruins exhibit alarms rang throughout the establishment. They were quite loud. The surrounding neighborhood knew something was amiss when these alarms went off. It drove them out of their sleep…out of their beds.

The guard froze at the sounding of the alarm. The alarms screamed the scream of the wailing witches of Othello fame. The shipmates of Ulysses could bear witness to the screams. The ship in which they were traveling did crash because of it. The covering of their ears didn’t help either. Odysseus was warned of the screaming witches…the alarms of warning.

Realizing his ass was on the line should he shirk his duties, thought the guard. He recalled the fire. Members of an endangered species, a family group of six lowland gorillas, a family group of three orangutans, four white-handed gibbons, and ten lemurs (2 ruffed, 6 ringtail, and 2 mongoose), died in their sleep from smoke inhalation – carbon monoxide poisoning.

At about 10 pm., two security guards smelled smoke by the Philadelphia Zoo’s primate house as they made their rounds. This happened on Saturday December 24, 1995. They took no action. They dismissed the smell as coming from nearby trains on the railroad tracks as had happened frequently. Almost three hours later, at 12:40 a.m. Sunday, the guards returned and found flames on the roof. Fire and zoo officials pinned the blaze on an electrical malfunction caused by improperly installed wires that heated ceiling pipes. Snow on the roof of the 10-year-old World of Primates building muffled any noise that might have been produced by smoke alarms, and fire officials discovered upon investigation, no one who had heard them sound. This engagement happened within the walls of the world famous landmark.

The guard was not in the frame of mind to receive blame for any wrongdoing. He wanted to be recognized as a guard who was Johnny on the spot…proficient and steadfast. “Shit…they caught me once for sleeping on the overnight shift. Two years ago they caught me for drinking a fuckin beer on New Years Eve in the parking lot. It was my lunch break for Christ’s sake. Shit, I’ve got five fuckin years to lose…unemployment just ain’t gittin it!”

The frantic guard snapped too – and like greased lightning, he bolted towards the designated report station. Once there, another guard was dispatched to the power and alarm and shut-off terminal and grid shack. It’s still called the shack after the new building was erected since the fire. No longer was the guard focused on himself and his troubles. His mind was on his job performance and the saving of animals and zoo property. He thought of all the animals and his designated patrol area. The bear exhibit. The bears needed him.

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The Series

Part 6
“Physical Alterations”

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“Well gentlemen, shall I enlighten our esteemed gatherers to you’re – shall I say, most recent activities?” The ranger smiled. The four zoo officials looked at one another. The mayor, the commissioners, and the three captains looked at them as well. They did not answer.

The ranger waited as he nodded to his colleagues. Professor Francis stood with several papers in her hand. “Madame Mayor, Commissioners, and Gentlemen of Our City’s Law Enforcement Community…I have documentation that supports a belief that our city zoo officials have first hand knowledge of counsel given and granted to a research project on the Alaskan Bear Project.” Genailia peered directly at the four learned and stunned men. She put down the papers and picked up a batch of photos. One by one, she passed them out to the panel members. They in turn viewed them while passing the pictures back to Genailia. The ranger said, “I’ll ask you once more…what in the hell have you all to do with this bear and its physical alterations?” He glared directly at the assumed leader of the group – Dr. Horatio Martin Mulberry, P.H.D., D.V.M. The dumbfounded group leader frowned and grew angry. “What are those damned papers in your possession?” The Doctor of Veterinary Medicine barked. His questioning demand was announced with ferociousness as his eyes narrowed and reddened with a cold and defiant stare. The evil eyes darted and fixed directly on Ranger Glenn after glancing off the two professors.

Gerald replied, “They are documentation and photographic proof of you and your revered colleagues’ involvement in this insidious experiment with wildlife manipulation!”

The three other officials, Dr. Stephen Lazzaro Steigleton, P.H.D., Dr. Martini Rossi Henrikson, P.H.D., and Lawrence Salzy McGorsky, Anthropologist, Archeologist and Doctor of Veterinary Science. Mulberry stood and motioned to the other zoo officials. They rose in tandem and filed out of the meeting room arena. In the corridor outside the mayor’s office was a contingent of reporters. They’d gotten wind of a heated discussion in connection with the mauling attacks of last month. One particular journalist found a way to listen in on the private conversation exclusively.

Salestian “Sally” Michaels was born and raised in Philadelphia. He got his start as a ‘South Philly’ newspaper boy. In the heart of the ‘Mafiosi’ community, Michaels shined shoes, ran errands, and did odd jobs for the guys. “Good Fellas” like Angel Brondidi and Nick “the Needle” Scarily. Sally, as his friends and adversaries called him, hung around the corner bars on Passyunk Avenue. The little Black Kid was a pest. But the guys liked him. Nobody dared call him ‘Nigger’ or “Lil Black Sambo.” Angie didn’t like it. The last man that did it went missing a couple of days later. He was found six months later. The body turned up while workers were rehabbing an old pier of the Tioga Docks on the Delaware River. The body was found in an old rusted out fifty-five gallon oil drum in the basement of one of the storage piers on site. He seemed to have a rather large clown like smile. It turned out to be a blood-coagulated slit from ear to ear, just under the chin. The lips were frozen shut around a sausage that was shoved in his mouth. He’d been there for some time. The coroner estimated a five to six month period. The drum, like many others, went unnoticed n the waterfront of the old docking pier that was mired and caked with sludge from oil off many barges docked at the old piers along the strait.

The missing man slapped Sally n the top of his head and kicked in the butt. Laughing with his friends, the drunken white man chided about the little nigger kid’s hanging out and panhandling for dimes and handouts. He said to his compatriots, “Look at them sambos…beggin and shinin for our hard-earned dough. The Black bastards ought to be lickin my spit and wiping my ass just for the privilege of lookin at me!”
But the dude messed with the wrong lil black kid. This kid was Angie’s kid – his protégé.

Michaels knew of a little closet-like door right next to the personal entrance to the mayor’s chambers. It was an old broom closet not in use for years. The walls were paper -thin. One of which rotted to the point of disintegration. It was due to be replaced and had been neglected for work elsewhere in City Hall. The reporter kept this accidental info to himself. He stumbled upon it one day while chasing a story. City Hall suffered a temporary blackout one summer during his first year of reporting. He stumbled upon the room in the dark while seeking the men’s restroom. Sally got wind of some of the best inside stories for a rookie reporter right from that little room. At the young age of eighteen, he got the job through an acquaintance of Angie’s. The guy owed Angie a couple of favors, so he hired Sally in order to appease his situation with the good fellow. He really didn’t like the kid because he was black…but he was Angie’s kid. From an errand boy in the copy room, Sally grew on Adam Silvestry. The two old guys sponsored and paid for Sally’s college education. After graduating Philadelphia University with a degree in Business Administration, Sally worked a few jobs around town. They were basically dead end jobs where many yes men hung out – hoping and kissing ass for promotions. Salestian wanted to write. He took a few journalism courses at Temple University and chased a few stories for the Globe. He was always under the watchful eye of Silvestry.

During a mayoral election, Sally got an inside scoop while hanging out with one of his Old Italian buddies. His buddy was a South Philly committeeman who had some pull around town. After his first feature story, Sally was hired full-time as a reporter for the Globe. From that point on, he was and had become an ace reporter as well as earning journalistic respect and town and in Camden too.
The inside scoop on this story will win him a Pulitzer Prize, he thought. He was enjoying the birds-eye view on this scoop – a big time story and its unfolding events.

Glenn said to the mayor, “The animal that we seek is a product of an insane experiment. The zoo guys are directly involved in it. They are manipulating plant and animal species for the purpose of stimulation and enlargement of growth. I suspect their capitalistic egos are tasting and smelling huge financial and notoriety gain – at the expense of the animals and us… Deaths be damned – its collateral damage in their eyes.”

“So what do we do about it?” Asked the mayor. “What do we do to get this animal and keep it from killing anyone else?”

“My team and I will deal with the animal. The question is what will you do in dealing with the assholes that brought this shit here?” Replied the ranger.

Finkles’ green eyes seemed to flash red. “OK men…that’s it…let’s get to work! I want this nightmare ended – give the ranger anything and everything he needs and or wants!” She paused and glared at the two captains. “And I mean everything!” She placed special emphasis on the word everything as she stormed out of the reception room through a door into the private mayoral chambers. Once there, she snatched the receiver of the telephone from its cradle. Buttons were punched feverishly. She was more than angry. She was pissed…totally. From outside of her chambers, the demanding and tumultuous screams could seemingly be heard throughout the city hall infrastructure. Professor Rockford just followed along in silence.

The police captains glared at each other while standing in place like pillars of salt. The commissioners nodded at one another upon departure from the meeting room. The ranger, Genailia, and Vernon were already descending the stairway from the top floor. They had no time to wait for elevators. Glenn was anxiously screaming orders to his pre-assembled team by way of two-way radio. He kept the unit on his holster attached to his belt, next to his cell phone. Genailia was anxiously giving directions to her staff via cell phone. Her administrative and investigative staff was centered and housed in the old “Germantown Hall” located at Germantown Avenue and Haines Street in the Germantown area of Philly. The 14th District was right next-door – it used to be housed within the Town Hall structure until they became separated with the construction of the new and modernized building, The command center of Captain Samuel!

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