“Captains – Philly Style!”

Chapter 9
“Fairmount” – ‘The Series’

“Captains – Philly Style!”


By
Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.

 

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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Chapter 8 of

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By

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‘The Rush’ of “34th St. and Girard Avenue”

It didn’t matter how soon the guards reacted to the alarms. Their actions would make no difference in what could have been prevented. They could not have prevented what they found. There was nothing they could do…nothing to prevent the damage and destruction encountered at the bear exhibit and the front gate. The guards were magnificent in their actions and reaction time. Buttons to lock down exits and entrances. Buttons and levers were tripped to activate intruder and destruction prevention. All security systems were activated to precision timing and perfection. The guards assigned to various sections of the zoo were vigilant in the pursuit of their job endeavor. Upon radio checks from the shift supervisor, while she monitored the video cameras and screens, which covered an enterprise wide viewing area – the guard thought aloud, “My wife will be so very proud of me.” He was thinking of his adept and professional attentiveness and dispatched speed in the performance of his duties. He was proud of himself. All of that feeling was rewarding. It was a fulfilling and self-alluring experience. In an instant, it was all shot to hell when he arrived at the bruin exhibit. The cages were all ripped to shreds. He could taste his heart muscle in the back of his throat. It tasted like a glob of icky, nasty, and vile taste one gets first thing in the morning and during battle with sickness or a hangover; that gunk at the back of the mouth upon waking from a deep, a short forced sleep – a long dream of drunken intoxified unconsciousness – waking up with that glob and foul breath before brushing and gargling. He felt sick at the sight of the destruction.

The brown and black bear exhibit was destroyed…it was obliterated. The bears where on the loose – no one knew where. Six brown bears, five black bears, two grizzlies, and a female Alaskan Kodiak were roaming the streets. The supervisor of zoo guards franticly searched the terminal screens. They were nowhere to be seen. Another call came into the guardhouse. The guard on the east side of the campus reported the fence being smashed and bear prints leading out into 34th Street! In the darkened evening sky, two little ones huddled together during the excitement and exposure to sudden freedom. No one knew of their existence.
Emergency calls went out to various agencies. Police, Fire, Zoo Administrators, and City Officials as well as the Federal and National Park Rangers were notified. Captain Samuel was at home asleep when he got the call. Jarard Noodles was in a bar near Thompson Street, in Fishtown. “Fuckin Niggers can’t never do anything right.” Patrons and the bar tender laughed heartily. “Don’t forget the Spics and Gooks, Cap,” said one of the male patrons. A young white female patron looked up from her beer and asked, “Ain’t you got no shame?” The captain replied, “They call themselves Niggas – Niggas with attitude!” All of the white guys in the bar roared with laughter. The bartender and the woman looked at each other. In unison, the bartender and the barfly smiled at each other and in rap style, they sang, “Yeah baby, but they sho can rap!” Laughter erupted again throughout the taproom. The captain rose from his stool and shouted. “Now that’s my bitch!” He snatched his gun and cell phone from the bar surface while downing his bourbon. Leaving the bar and stepping into his unmarked car, he seethed. “Shit…I ain’t in the mood to deal with this shit.” Noodles turned the car on and sped away towards the zoo.

Ranger Glenn arrived at the zoo at approximately 11:35 P.M. His team got there 5 minutes later. Genailia popped open her investigator’s kit and began taking samples and scrapings of scratches on the bars, ground, and walls of the bruin exhibit. Glenn and lieutenant Wells headed to the 34th Street side of the zoo. After examining the tracks in the snow, they followed the trail from the broken gate to the east side of the street. The trail ended at the curb. Wells ran to that side of the street. Signs pointed to a trail down the embankment outside of the pavement. In the dirt, trees, shrubbery, and mud that headed down towards the I-76 Expressway, there where more prints and signs that the animals who tracked through the area were heading towards the river. Asa Wells motioned to Gerald Glenn to come and see what he’d found. The ranger jogged across the street to where Wells was standing. Wells pointed at the shrubbery, broken limbs, marks on the tree, and the bear tracks in the mud and snow. Several paw prints lead down the hill into the expressway corridor while many others aimed in other directions. The rangers were able to tell the difference in the size and species of the escaped bruins.

Many of the tracks were those of fully-grown bears. The two sets of tracks that pointed towards the railroad overpass proved to be of high interest to the men. They were two sets of tiny paw prints.

The two young bear cubs, one female and the other male, were found under the train trestle. They were huddled together under the bridge attempting to elude their hunting enemies. They appeared to be cold and frightened. The rangers approached the twins with stealth and caution. They didn’t want to take a chance at scaring the cubs into bolting. The rangers moved slowly with a reassuring posture. The cubs watched them intently but didn’t run. They allowed the rangers to approach and touch them. The human contact was not threatening to the cubs. They had experienced human contact before. The handlers at the zoo were they’re first human contact. The rangers also knew if the cubs felt threatened and cornered, they would attack with the natural intent of defending themselves. The claws of a young cub are capable of leaving a nasty wound in flesh and their bite can be equally vicious.

34th Street was cordoned off as well as the surrounding area of the west Philly neighborhood. On Girard Avenue from 33rd Street to 40th Street and Girard on 34th Street to Spring Garden Street. The two men crossed 34th street back to the zoo campus, each cradling a bear cub in their arms. Once safe lodgings were set for the twin babies, the hunt was on for the other fourteen escaped bears. The ranger ordered photographs of every inch the campus especially the damaged cages and trespassed areas – from the zoo trails and broken fences and gates. A zoo official and bruin handler was standing near the broken fence on the 34th street side of the campus. He approached with an obvious demeanor of anger. “What in the hell are you idiots trying to pull?” Other zoo reps looked at each other in confusion and replied, “What do you mean, sir?” Glenn interjected, “You know…you people really know how to piss me off! First you go up to the top of the world and fuck with the animals up there, causing them to do shit they don’t normally do! Then you stick them with all kinds of shit that only God knows what – and now you got two kidnapped cubs in your zoo! Where is the record of their adoption and housing? How’d they get here in the first place – why the secret of their being here? And now you’ve got fourteen fuckin bears wandering through the park and the Goddamn city!” The Ranger screamed.

 

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Part 2 of FAIRMOUNT the series:

“Smith Playground In North Philly”

By

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The funeral was held on Dauphin Street near Broad, it seemed all of Philadelphia showed up to pay respects to the Irvin-Xavier family. Cars, vans, trucks, and buses lined the narrow one-way street. The news media was out in force. Their inquiries, disrespectful at times, furrow for information of the attack on the boys. The Hospital Administrators were inundated with questions from reporters and investigative journalists alike. The police had their hands full. They had no answers or explanations. They were hopeful to get information from the surviving boys.

Malcolm and Jason were ushered into the small multi-roomed funeral parlor. The parlor was constructed from three gutted row houses into one funeral home full of people –friends, family, and news media. Parking visiting cars was at your own risk. The area of what is described, as a parking lot was the chain-linked fenced backyard(s) of the three building conversions from the street through to a back building exiting out into Dauphin Street. The company limo and van were housed in that area of the funeral home property.

The boys appeared to be very uneasy as everyone stared at them. They all seemed to want their reaction, or what they perceived, would be the boys’ mental condition(s) after the attack. Malcolm and Jason looked at each other with watered eyes while holding hands. The terrible event revolved repeatedly in their minds. Jason was wheelchair bound. The doctors at Temple Hospital diagnosed his condition as mentally traumatic with physical damage from the backward tumbling fall he suffered while rolling down the hill and into the roadway of Strawberry Mansion Drive. His body came to a stop on the point of large boulder that was partially covered by Rhododendrons that flourished throughout the park. The fall caused fractures to his lower shinbone and ankle on his right leg. The boy also suffered nightmares, sudden crying episodes, assorted bruises, contusions, and a large bump on his forehead.

The children’s parents and friends kept the cops at bay. The patronizing investigative detectives of the Central Philadelphia Juvenile Division, made every attempt to question the boys. They brought their cynical inquisition right at the parents, implying child neglect, child endangerment, and reckless behavior on the adults responsible for the dead and injured kids. Leon is 13 years old, Jason 12, Malcolm 13, and Lindsey would have been 15 on his birthday, November 5. The attack occurred October 26.

Uncle Rue kept Leon close by his side during the funeral ceremony, his mother on the other. The Xavier Family kept Malcolm from outside influences as well. Relatives and friends continually gawked at the boys while whispering in the ears of one another…commenting and nodding continually. The air in the parlor was stifling. It was permeated with floral scents, perfume, cologne, body odor, and sweat. The air-conditioner was sorely needed although the ambient temperature was 32 degrees on the outside of the building. The date of Lindsey’s funeral was November 4.

Lindsey enjoyed hanging out in the park with his cousin and friends. The boys hiked the hills, fields, mountain-like cliffs, and woods of Fairmount Park. The boys often made their trek near the Schuylkill River. They almost never left the park’s Strawberry Mansion Area of the river because of the wildlife, the fishing, joggers, and scull racing.

Saturdays and sometimes Sunday’s, throughout the spring, summer, and fall were spent in The Fairmount by the boys…unless family chores or events interfered. The Belmont Horse Stables experienced frequent visits by the troop. Boathouse Row was not exempt from the rustic behavior of the four intrepid and expeditionary weekend marauders. While the boys enjoyed fishing, they did not partake of the activity regularly, due to their inability to afford the desired state of the art tackle equipment. They carved their fishing poles from limbs of nearby tree branches. On occasion, they would chip-in .50 cents to a dollar each to purchase tackling line, usually 10 or 15 lb. test. Many anglers along the East and West Banks of the river were accustomed to the devil-may-care adventurers. They were laughed at by the fishermen for attempting to lure fish with a flimsy tackle or two baited corn kernel nuggets or some form of meat tied to their hooks at the end of their weighted-river-sunk lines. The boys were entrepreneurial in their adventures. They would sometimes catch a Karp or Catfish, play with it, and throw it back. Taking the fish home would find its way into the trash or garbage…Mom would not stand for the smelly river-lived animal(s) in the house, let alone the thought of eating it for dinner. Bored, they moved on. They began their mountain journey homeward as the day neared its end.

The last of the speakers ended his sermon. The funeral procession was now underway. The ushers lead the attendees past the coffin for one last view of the dead boy. The lead usher started with the first person of the last row in the funeral parlor. The viewing ended with the parents of the slain child. The casket was closed and carried out to the waiting hearse. The automobile procession was as long and as far as the eye could see. The line of cars, vans, and trucks were numerous. They appeared to be about five or six blocks long. The caravan continued its trek to the cemetery at 32nd and Lehigh Avenue (Forrest Hill). After the burial ceremony, food and other refreshments were served at the church location, 29th and Lehigh Avenue as a community service to the boys’ family and well-wishers.

Uncle Rue enjoyed a bit more taste than the other men who attended the funeral. Albeit, many of the men at the house did not go to the services, the Xavier house, 3635 N. Myrtlewood Street, was filled to the brim with family, friends, and well-wishers. Many folk delivered food and drink while many brought other things. Wine, beer, and spirits were also served at the feast that was overshadowed by sorrow.

Ladia Ben-Whey Irvin was in the kitchen being comforting by her sister, Geraldine Xavier. Ladia was crying uncontrollably. Ladia held her sister and comforted her. Several other ladies were on hand to deliver comfort and support as well. People continually paraded in and out of the kitchen and dining rooms of the house. Paper plates and plastic forks moved like currency at a teller’s window. Potatoes salad, collard greens, fried and baked chicken, macaroni, ham, beef, and Jell-O was served to the ravenous horde. As the evening progressed, several participants of the drink group started to get a bit drunk. A few of the guys began to sing some back-in-the-day ballads. They performed magnificently as the harmony and lyrics rolled of their tongues from beyond the tonsils. Two other young men began arguing over the length of time the other spent starring at the ass of his girlfriend. The older men intervened and prevented its escalation. Several female attendees gossiped and snickered. They were verbally abusive and assaulting. Their behavior began to attract attention from the older ladies who condemned the repulsive behavior. One of the elder ladies was highly annoyed, “we are here for a sorrowful occasion!” “Who cares what type of clothing people are wearing?” “A boy is dead…and you dare to come here with your barroom attitudes and whore-house behavior!” “A family is suffering…and you behave as if this is a party…it’s a celebration of life!” “If you can’t behave…leave!”

The disrespectful females, embarrassed, made their apologies and left…all but one. “Who the fuck does she think she is?” The woman was obviously inebriated. “I’ll kick that old bitch’s ass!” The outburst caught the attention of Lindsey’s father and the other men who attended the services. “You won’t kick anyone’s ass in here!” “My son is dead…and you bring this shit in here…get your disrespectful drunken ass out of here!”

Things quieted down after the explosive conversation. The ladies began cleaning up the house and putting things in order. Ladia finally went to sleep. As she slept on her sister’s bed, her husband, her surviving two children Rey and Malia, her sister, Malcolm, and the remaining family members gently kissed her.

The angry piercing eyes of the thing were now upon them…Malcolm screamed. He was dreaming. His sleep was continually interrupted with nightmares. His parents considered psychiatric consultation. The constant nightmares caused great concern to Benjamin and Geraldine Xavier. “Will this terrible event never end,” asked Benjamin? “Our son will have this embedded in his mind for as long as he lives…what can we do to help him?” “Deenie”, Ben says to Geraldine, “we are going to get him the help he needs…insurance or no insurance.” The Xavier’s have been struggling with making ends meet ever since Ben was laid off from his job as a computer programmer and data processor at the Data-Fax Company in Horsham. His unemployment benefits have reached tier three. He has been unemployed for nearly a year and a half with no opportunities for his caliber of technical skills. Geraldine is an unemployed teachers’ aid who was laid off from her school assignment due to a state cutback in educational funding.  The state welfare system disallows them medical insurance and other benefits that they were entitled, due to Ben’s amount of UC benefits and the fact that he took a temporary job for three days last week. He made $200.40 before taxes. That amount was also deducted from his UC benies. State law pending because Malcolm is a minor and is required to receive coverage as child health coverage mandates (the battle for welfare coverage) apply.

Gerald Glenn, Genailia Francis, and Willice Samuel walked through the patch of rhododendron and azalea bushes to examine the grassy spot near the Strawberry Mansion Bridge. Ranger Glenn removed the sample of plant leaf and soil from a plastic bag while pointing to the spot he had examined during the initial search around the cherry blossom tree. The paw-print, nearly gone after being exposed for more than ten days, gave Francis and Samuel a fright. Now the captain knew why the ranger had that strange look on his face the day the boys were attacked. “Damn, do they actually grow to be that big”, exclaimed Samuel? Glenn answered, “No”. He also added, “I’ve seen them big…but not this damn big!” “This one is huge…gigantic…a monster!” “From the size and length of the print, it’s got to be at least 9 to 10 foot in height and weighing more than 5,000 lbs.

The trio spotted something else during their search. Several azalea bushes were dug up just a few feet from the initial examination location. The roots of the shrubbery were chewed. A few from the spot, a mangled right hind leg of what appeared to be a squirrel, lay in a dark pool of dried blood. Ranger Glenn said to his two companions, “you know…the length of this beasts stride exceeds the stride of any of the beasts known in the Northeastern region of this country…and of other countries as well.” Genailia posed to argue the impossibilities of such a creature. Glenn pointed to another spot on the hard cold park soil. Another print appeared. This latest print appeared to be much fresher than the previous one. “This thing has been here again.” “That print is about four, maybe five days old.” Genailia cited the impossibilities of an animal of this size roaming free in this environment…in this part of the country…in this city. Captain Samuel wanted to know what they were talking about, “Look damn it, what in the hell is all this stuff?” “What kind of animal or monster are you two talking about?” The ranger looked at the professor. “He’s not going to believe what this thing is and what we’re up against…shit, I don’t even believe it…or do I want to believe it!” The professor glared at the ranger, “this is not possible!” It’s highly improbable that a creature like this can be here…it can’t survive here!” The police captain yelled, “Tell me!” The ranger reached for his sample and showed it to them. The chewed and undigested foliage and soil sample was dumped out of the plastic bag. The soil sample contained more than mere dirt. The sample revealed feces. The ranger began to explain the sample that he had kept to himself until he was sure of its actual contents. When he initially gathered the stuff, no one was paying attention to what he was doing. The CSI team had their theory and agenda. It was not in alignment with the Rangers predetermined conclusion “This is what the beast was eating,” Glenn pointed the two dark colored samples. “And this is the beasts’ shit.” “This stool sample contains partially eaten fish, berries, azalea root, and cherry blossom tree bark.” The print that we have come across is twice the size of any known animal in this region. This species of beast can be the most dangerous and destructive animal known on American soil…the planet. Professor Francis adamantly replied, “You’ve got to be joking…an animal that size just doesn’t exist anywhere!” “Lady…you don’t know what can come out of the Canadian wilderness…as I suspect, this beast has had to come from nowhere other than Canada or Alaska.” “Besides…I’ve had the shit and print analyzed and compared to samples of the same type of animal in this region, including the Philadelphia Zoo.” “Ranger Glenn,” said the professor, “you can’t mean”… “Yes I do”, replied Glenn. “My dear Captain, what we are investigating is the invasion of a rather large bear…a killer bear…a giant Kodiak Bear.” The captains’ jaw dropped, “you’ve got to be shittin me…a fuckin bear?” “No captain, a giant fuckin bear…the biggest fuckin beast that I’ve ever come across, according to the prints and the trail it left in this area of the park,” said Glenn. “My friends, this Kodiak is a monster…the average size for a big Kodiak usually grows to about 9 feet in length, 6 to 7 feet high on all fours, and weighs about 500 to 800 lbs.” “From the size of this new print and the print impression that I’ve seen throughout this area of Strawberry Mansion.” The ranger continued on, “Now how it got here is one big damn mystery.” “This animal is territorial and will kill, eat, or destroy anything it deems a threat to its food.”

Captain Samuel went back to the 39th District before returning to the 14th. When Willice Samuel told Captain Jarard Noodles of the last discovery, he replied, “Bullshit.” “There’s no way in hell that we’ve got a killer bear in Fairmount Park.” “Willice, if you go to Commissioner and Mayor with this horseshit, you can kiss your Gold Bars good-bye.” “There’s no way in hell you’re gonna convince these people that a giant bear is living in the park…hell, I don’t even believe you.” “What will the news media do with this shit?” “People won’t go to the park for fear of being mauled…a goddamn panda bear – the assholes with guns will come out of the fuckin woodwork …they’ll want to shot the fuckin place up – they’ll shot at the first thing that moves.” “Well, Jerry…I can’t sit here with my thumbs up my ass…I need to report what we’ve found out in those woods”, replied Samuel. “I’ve got two experts in disagreement over its size while the dead kid’s folks want to know what the hell we’re doing about his killer.” “And now I find myself sitting here arguing with you on what it is, and what ain’t.” ”Tell you what Jerry…I’m going”… The captain’s telephone rings…his expression froze…his complexion changed… it appeared as white as chalk as the color left his face. “There’s been a sighting of your monster bear!” It attacked a mother and her kids over at the Smith Playground…the motherfucker killed one of the kids.” ‘It took him and injured one of the other three!”

Sirens screamed throughout the North Philly air. Ambulances, Fire and Rescue, and Police, converged on the Smith Playground vicinity. The surrounding area of 33rd Street near Cecil B. Moore Avenue was filled with emergency vehicle and the news media. Reporters scrambled throughout the attack scene and its predominantly Black neighborhood. Interviewers shoved microphones and cameras in the faces of people not wanting exposure while those that did pushed and shoved their way to any figure holding one or the other – hoping for a chance to appear on the evening television news shows.

“The beast, according to a passing jogger who witnessed the horrible attack, the older boy in its mouth while standing atop of another kid.” “The mother of the children was screaming and throwing things at it…blood was flying everywhere…the beast was the biggest damn bear I’d ever seen, I mean it was huge, monstrous…the poor kid was in its mouth…it held the boy in its jaws – the kid’s torso was engulfed by its teeth.” The jogger went on to describe the boy’s dilemma. “He wasn’t a little kid…he appeared to be about 16 or 17 years old…his brother, the one the thing was standing on, looked to be about 6 or 7 years old – the big kid was totally in the things mouth – the little kid was just about covered by the animals foot, I could hardly see him…if not for him screaming and the blood spouting all over!”

The accosting beast beat a wide breath through the woods near the rear of the playground and the golf-ball driving range’s high fence. The blood trail lead down the hill and across several embankments down toward the river. The body of the assaulted teen was not found. The bear tracks and blood trail disappeared at the connecting parkway drives and road surface save for a spatter of blood that was found at the entranceway of East River Drive at Green Valley Run Drive. A few feet away was the Schuylkill River. Park Rangers and Mounted Police were in hot pursuit of the animal when a passing roller-blader pointed to the middle of the near frozen river. A scully rower also pointed to the middle of the Schuylkill as well. “Yo…I saw something big hit the water and it made a terrible noise and then I saw the splash as it disappeared under the water.

Authorities from all four points of the city converged on the East River Drive at Green Valley Drive. Lemon Hill was cordoned off to traffic and pedestrians alike. Both ends of the river drives were closed…from the East Falls Bridge to Eakins Oval on both sides of the river. The two police captains rushed to the scene of alarm. Captain Samuel arrived before Captain Noodles. Samuel directed six officers from his 14th District to commandeer the traffic operations at the North end of East and West River Drives – The East Falls Bridge, while the other six, from the 39th District to take charge of the operations at the South end – Eakins Oval. Captain Noodles was caught up in traffic tie-ups throughout the Lemon Hill area, 33rd and Girard Avenue to 34th and Girard, on the West side of the Girard Avenue Bridge – The Philadelphia Zoo. He was stuck on the bridge waiting for officers to clear the way for him. When he finally got to the East River Drive, he wasn’t pleased to find Captain Samuel commanding his men.

Philadelphia Police Commissioner Dexter Talis stood in the center parking lot of the Smith Playground screaming into a police hand-held radio. The commissioner ordered all area district commanders to coordinate their searches and to maintain order while controlling the on-lookers and media at large – “NO INTERVIEWS! DO NOT TALK TO THE MEDIA!” As the Mayor was weighing in on the precarious situation, three of her mobile-car telephones were lit up…blinking furiously while she rode in the back of her official city issued limousine. She demanded to know what exactly was taking place. As the mayor was weighing in on the precarious situation, three of the four mobile-car-telephones lit up and flashed furiously. She was already highly pissed at the failure and breakdown of protocol on her watch. The data surrounding the initial attack was never delivered to her office. The mayor punished herself for not going directly to the Irvin-Xavier family. The mayor demanded to know the status of the woman and her three children while screaming into the receiver of the fourth car phone. “I want to see all four District Commanders immediately!” Mayor Finkles was livid. The police commissioner ordered all officers to move everything and everyone in the path of the mayor’s route of travel towards the terrible scene. Finkle’s limo and lead escort car raced down the Roosevelt Boulevard from the Northeast section of Philly. The lights of the two vehicles flashed brightly…red and blue lights on the dashboard, rear window, and front header-panel grill illuminated the cloudy dull late Thursday afternoon. The mayor had just departed a meeting at a hotel on Old Lincoln Highway. The meeting was to generate new job opportunities for the unemployed citizens of Philadelphia. She slammed the telephone into its cradle – she wondered at the possibilities of civil unrest regarding the attacks…the chaotic activities that would arise in light of the fact that the first death was a black kid and the other white.

Gerald Glenn arrived at the 33rd Street entranceway to the driving range and Smith Playground. He attempted to cross the police line that was cordoned off with yellow “Do Not Cross” tape. A rookie officer refused to his advance. The ranger attempted to explain his official capacity and relevance for being at the scene. The rookie refused to hear him. “I’ve got my orders…no one is to cross”, he said with a truculent snarl and stare! The officer stood six foot six and weighed about two hundred and seventy-five pounds. He towered over the ranger who was every bit of five foot ten and weighing near one hundred and sixty pounds soaking wet. The ranger reached for his badge and identification. He held the credentials up for the cop to see…the rookie was staunch in his position. “NO ONE IS TO CROSS THIS LINE…SIR!” The ranger stepped away from the cop while retrieving a cell phone from his right hip pocket. He dialed a number…the number was that of Captain Samuel. He’d given Glenn the number in case he needed to get in touch with him right away. When the captain got the call, he barked into a hand-held police radio. Almost instantly, a police sergeant appeared and screamed at the rookie – “What in the hell is the matter with you?” – While waving at Glenn to come forward and cross under the yellow barrier tape – “Did you not see his badge and ID?” “Yes sir”, said the rookie. “I saw that he wasn’t a cop and this is a crime scene…I was just doing my job.” The sergeant stared at the officer as Glenn walked past him…”Ass-hole”, said Glenn to the rookie cop. The sergeant nodded his approval of the comment.

The ranger stepped away from the cop retrieving his cell phone, dialed the number that Captain Samuel had given him. Samuel received the call from Glen and immediately barked into his hand held police radio. Almost instantly, a police sergeant appeared and screamed at the rookie – “What the hell is the matter with you?” All the while waving at Glenn to come across the line. “Did you not his badge and ID?” The rookie responded, “Yes sir, I saw that he wasn’t a cop and this is a crime scene.” The sergeant glared at the young officer as Glenn walked past him…”ass-hole”, said Glenn to the rookie.

Ranger Glenn watched as the woman and her injured son were attended to by the EMR techs. CSI teams scurried about taking pictures and gathering samples for evidentiary research and evaluation. The ranger was not impressed as no one sought his input. The police sergeant nodded several times while listening to his hand-held police radio. “My orders sir, are to assist you in every way possible.” The ranger smiled. “Actually Sergeant, there’s not much for me to do here…I’ve seen just about all I need to at this point.” “I would appreciate it very much if Professor Francis could join up with Captain Samuel and me at the Fountain Green and East River Drive entranceway…I want to view the area where the creature disappeared.” “The captain has been called to another location sir”…”I don’t know Professor Francis”, said the sergeant. “Alright, can you radio the captain and have him contact the professor?” “Tell the captain that I need her here – NOW!”

The ambulance carried Mrs. Czerpaky and her injured child to Temple University Hospital for treatment. Two plain-clothes police officers in separate unmarked cars followed the ambulance with a marked patrol car carrying two officers brought up the rear, traveled in tandem. The sirens screamed through the city streets as on-lookers gawked and pointed. CSI, Police Task Force, and Swat Teams armed with assault weapons, fanned out through the area of the attack down to the river’s edge. Police Skin Diver crews were dispatched to the river’s edge at Fountain Green and East river Drive. Pedestrian and automobile traffic was grid locked. The local news media swarmed over the area with their air coverage in helicopters. The police choppers issued air space safety guidelines as two air vehicles barely missed each other in flight. The television and radio reports of the incident flooded the communication systems, pre-empting regularly scheduled television and radio shows. The media marquis in center city flashed messages about the attacks and fatality. Nothing was reported about Lindsey Irvin.

Mrs. Carolynn Czerpaky and her sons, Brian and Jason were from Clifton Heights, just outside the city of Philadelphia. They were in the park on a research, study, and play-day trip. Carolynn wanted to teach her sons about some to the wondrous sites throughout the city. The builder-founders of Smith Playground were a part of the criteria. Richard and Sarah Smith in Anno Domini MDCCCXCVII erected the structure. It housed the famous ‘Giant Sliding Board’ with its rooftop balcony and five gables facing the front parking lot on Reservoir Drive and Mount Pleasant Drive at 33rd Street in North Philly. The golf course driving range is located directly next door, separated by a small creek and gully. The playground also has an outdoor swimming pool for the children in the warm weather summer months. Three floors make up the buildings total structure. Arts and craft activities, a basketball court, and several other interests are housed inside the structure as well. The schedule of operation is Tuesday thru Sunday 10:00 A.M. to 4:00 P.M. The surrounding area presents many mansions erected throughout the park. Many of them built in the 17th and 18 hundred centuries. Rockland Mansion is around the corner from the playground on Rockland Drive near the reservoir. The Edgley Drive thoroughfare hosts the Diamond Street baseball diamonds and basketball courts. Several tennis courts abound the area as well.

The skin divers were prepared to enter the cold dark murky water. Ranger Glenn ran across the street to where the team’s commanding officer stood. Glenn cautioned and suggested to the Lieutenant not to send the team into the water until they knew whether the beast is under there or not. “We need to recover that boy’s body, Ranger!” The ranger responded, “Lieutenant, if the animal has a den somewhere around here, it has probably stashed the body there…it will protect its prey…meaning, it will attack and kill anything and anybody…play it smart and wait awhile. If you do anything at all, I would suggest dragging the bottom of the river.” The lieutenant paused and thought for a moment…”O.K., I’ll get some boats out there and see if we can get a rise out of the thing by dragging the bottom of the river.” The Lieutenant ordered his men to get their boats out on the water. The divers and crews began the dragging process. The motor powered rowboats and cruisers scoured the riverbanks on sides, east and west simultaneously while working towards the center. Two boats headed up the river towards the viewing stand on the East side of the river. A small island, which stands immediately in the center of the river, was the immediate search area. The island entertained many species of wildlife that nature had to offer in this region. It housed mostly the Canadian Geese who most always lived in this area year-round. The officers in the two boats approached the island on either side. Tethering their craft, the two- man and two-woman team disembarked the vehicles and stepped onto the soil of the island.

The four officers were very careful as to not disturb hatchlings and other wildlife residing in and on the island. One of the officers noticed a large print with distinctive five point edged insertions. The large distinctive prints cut deeply into the soil…they appeared to be unusually large claw marks. Further into the search, about five to six feet away from the first impression, geese nests were dug out and destroyed. The remnants of eggshell crumbs were scattered about…shrubbery and several small trees were torn and uprooted…roots were chewed and limbs were broken, “He’s certainly been here”, stated one of the officers. “Alright…call it in and let’s get the hell out of here before it comes back”, another exclaimed.

The city’s Police Commissioners, District Commanders, National Guard Officers, several A.D.A.’s, representatives of the news media, Professor Francis, Ranger Glenn, 8 Local Park Rangers, and 4 zoo officials were present at the mayor’s emergency meeting in her City Hall Chambers. The mayor walked in with a distinguishing looking elderly gentleman, an advisor. He was the former mayor of Philadelphia, Roger Tanex. The mayor opened the meeting with greetings to all. She then focused her gaze upon the police commanders. “Gentlemen…where are we at present with this investigation?” Police Commissioner Dexter Talis reported Mrs. Czerpaky and her eight-year-old son are being cared for at the local hospital. Her son, Jason, is in stable condition as related to his injuries. The body of the other son remains unfound. “We are continuing to keep on with our search up and down the Schuylkill River and its banks. Park grounds and trails in the immediate area are patrolled…the patrols have been doubled and all available officers as well as the National Guard and Park Rangers are put on alert status. “The commissioner then turned his gaze towards Captain Samuel and nodded as the television cameras recorded the officers every movement. Captain Samuel motioned Ranger Glenn and Professor Francis to come forward. “I’d like to introduce The United States and National Parks and Forests Ranger Gerald Glenn and The National Game Warden and Carnivore Expert, Professor Genailia Francis.” “These two experts discovered signs of a rather unusual species of wild animal that we most probably have never before encountered.” “Your Honor and distinguished representatives…we have discovered a most dangerous and very large animal in our midst,” said Professor Francis. “Ranger Glenn and I have concurred and consulted with my mentor and teacher, Professor Vernon Rockford, whereas we have concluded this animal to be a very large

Kodiak bear!” “This animal stands approximately nine-feet tall while standing on all fours…from the ground to the shoulder. His length is probably twelve to fourteen feet in length, snout to tail, and weighs about five thousand pounds.” “The three of us have been in contact and with extensive examinations of these types of carnivores…albeit, not nearly as large as this one.” “Professor Rockford can best explain and elaborate on the type of animal that we think we are dealing with.” “Professor,” Genailia conceded the floor to the professor.

“Thank you, Professor Francis…allow me to present a brief history of the type of animal that we are dealing with. A power point slide show was projected on the bare white wall, the Southwesterly wall of the meeting room.

A photo array of different types of bears was projected from the viewpoint of the professor’s lap top computer and projector. The Kodiak bear, as we know it is an Alaskan Bear. One of the great Alaskan Brown bears; it’s also one of the world’s largest land dwelling flesh-eater. It grows to be about 9 feet in length and can weigh up to 1700 lbs in weight. Alaskan Brown Bears feed almost entirely on fish when salmon are running upstream to spawn. An expert fish catcher…other times the bears make a meal of whatever is available; they dig for roots, bulbs, grass, berries, fruit, eggs, insects, squirrels, and other small animals…bears eat many kinds of food…mostly vegetables.”

“Bears make up one family of the carnivores, or meat eating animals or mammals, if you will. Bears share a common ancestry with dogs…close relations are raccoons and pandas – all have bulky bodies and stubby tails with thick and powerful legs. Their heels touch the ground just like humans when they walk. The prints of their back/hind feet are remarkable. They are much like the prints of huge flat-footed humans. The Native-American Indians called the Grizzly Bears beasts that walk like people. Bears can run at nearly 30 miles an hour – they are skilled tree climbers and live for about 15 to 30 years in the wild. They can live longer in captivity. Most bears are found in Asia, Europe, and North America. The South American Spectacled Bear is the only species living south of the equator. The main types of bear inhabit the North Americas – Big Brown Bears, the Grizzly and the American Black Bear. Polar Bears inhabit the Arctic Region.”

“The Black Bear, ranging in species, is found in Alaska and Northern Canada to Central Mexico. The American Black Bear appears in a variety of colors – most of these bears grow shiny black fur in the Eastern Range; many have brown or cinnamon colored coats, in the Western Range. The Glacier or Blue Bear, with grayish blue fur are found in Southern Alaska. In the island off British Columbia, a species of Creamy White fur colored bears can be found. They are called Kermode’s Bear. The American Black Bear usually weighs about 500 pounds. They are the smallest of the North American Bears and it is a wide-ranging species. Like many bears everywhere, the American Black Bear fills up on many different kinds of food during the summer and fall. By the time cold weather comes, the bear is very fat and ready for a long winter’s nap. Eating nothing and living off its fat throughout the winter sleep. Occasionally it may wake up briefly and grumble. On mild days it may even leave its den for a short walk.”

“Cubs are born in late January or early February while the mother is in her den. She usually has two cubs, but sometimes three or four are born. Each one is usually less than 10 inches long and weighs about 1 pound. The cubs are covered with thick coats of wooly hair by the spring, March and/or April. The cubs and mother leave the den and start to wander through the woods or their immediate environment. The mother bear keeps a constant watch over her cubs. She begins to teach them how to hunt for food. If danger is near, she’ll more than likely send the cubs up a tree. The mother will protect the cubs to the death. If the cubs disobey the mother bear, she may grab them by the scruff of the neck, portray a scolding growl, or cuff them soundly. The family usually stays together for about one and a half to two years.”

“The Grizzly is a vanishing monarch. It is usually found to be much larger than its cousin, the Black Bear. The Grizzly usually weighs up to one thousand pounds. The only North American Black Bear is the Kodiak. There is a significant physical difference between the Black Bear and the Grizzly. The Grizzly’s face has a curved-in appearance whereas the Black Bear has a straight face. The Grizzly has a shoulder hump and very long straight claws. Its color can range from a yellowish shade to almost black. Some have light-tipped hair that gives a virtual grizzled look. Sometimes these bears can also be identified as Silvertips. The mighty Grizzly once ranged from Alaska to Mexico. Now they have almost disappeared from the Canadian border. They have been seen in the wilderness areas of Idaho, Montana, and Wyoming. The National Park in the American West is the most likely place to see Grizzly’s, much like his animated kin, ‘Yogi Bear’ of Jelly-Stone Park. Grizzlies are closely related to the Alaskan Brown Bear. Some experts consider the two are the same species. “

“The Great White Bear – the Polar Bear roams the ice packs and costs of the Arctic Ocean. The weight of these great white bear may be as much as one thousand pounds. A powerful swimmer, it has been found for out at sea. Polar Bears have been known to travel from one iceberg to another. With keen eyesight and an extraordinary sense of smell, makes this great bear a proficient hunter. Polar Bears have been known to hunt walrus pups, seals, large fish, and other catchable prey. One technique of this huge animal is to hide its nose; which is often black, as well as its paws; in the snow. The mass of its body is as white as the surrounding terrain that masks its presence. The female is the only polar bear that stays in a den during the arctic winter. The female polar bear that is due to deliver cubs digs a den deep in the snow after traveling inland. The bear sleeps in the den throughout the month. Nights in the Arctic can last from about thirty to thirty-one days. The newborn cubs are usually about 10 inches long. The cubs have been known to stay with their mother up to about one and a half years of age. The hunting of polar bears is limited by International Agreements whether it be hunting or commercial purposes. Other bear, such as the Spectacled Bear lives in the Andes Mountains of South America. There are many variations of Brown Bears. Some of these bears are known to live in the European and Asian Mountains. The Himalayan Black Bear is an interesting animal. Its fur has the look of a mane. India, Malaysia, and Srilanka have white or yellowish crescents on their chests. The Indian Black Bear and the Srilanka Black Bear is an insect-eating sloth.  This information gentlemen and ladies should help you to better understand the nature and the different types of bear in the world and throughout this region. The hybrid bear that you are searching for is an anomaly. I don’t understand how this animal has come to claim the parkland of this region. It has to have come from the Alaskan Wilderness…what brought it here is a question that I will ponder and return to you my findings when completed. Thank you for your attention and patience in my presentation and explanation to the dilemma that we are now dealing with.” The professor did not wait for questions as he left the room. The ranger and Professor Francis studied the faces of the people in the room for reactions. They were not disappointed. The look of shock and bewilderment stretched all around the room, from face to face.

Mayor Finkles stood up and looked at the commanders…”I want results…like yesterday!”

Captain Samuel motioned to the ranger and the two professors to join him, “I’m going out on a limb here…I believe in what you’ve uncovered. However, as we speak, the zoo people are convincing the mayor and her gang to the contrary. We need to get this thing and get it quickly…because I know it’s going to kill someone else…my kids hang out in the park!” The four-member group headed out of the meeting room into a waiting elevator. Captain Jarard Noodles glared at them from across the room with envious eyes. He wanted to discredit Samuel and the professor. He was bucking for a promotion…he wanted to be the Police Commissioner.

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“FAIRMOUNT”

The Series – Part 1

‘Strawberry Mansion’

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    Gregory V. Boulware, Esq. 

“The Horror of It All…!”

The race against time begins in Philadelphia’s Fairmount Park. Dead bodies were compounded from one side of the river to the other. From Alaska and down through Canada the dealers of death are pursued in the hope of bringing the killing to an end. The city’s officials are at odds with one another. The populace is on edge and demanding closure…an end to the terror that has the city in a grip of fear, turmoil, and a cold sweat of terror.

Anger, racism, and greed are exposed among the highest order. Philadelphia Police commanders are placed under tremendous strain to control its inner city workings to quell this evil overshadowing of the town. One Black Cop and the Native American Ranger are in the battle of their very lives and careers with the confrontation of white apprehension in the capture of the killer.

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The Fairmount Park Rapist became second fiddle to this latest horror in our city’s parkland…where no one is safe! No one in able to control, contain, or prevent the attacks of this killer that stalks the area…save one man who knows the inner workings of the mind of this murderer!

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It was a bright and crisp mid-fall morning in Fairmount Park. The bikeways’ were full of people. The early morning allowed the enjoyment of being out of the city, sort of. The river was full of rowers in their sculleys practicing their craft as if they were competing in a race at Oxford, Westminster, or Cambridge. The anglers bitched and shook their fists as they rowed by, causing large ripples in the water where they dropped baited lines, anticipating the fish to bite. Joggers were sucking it up as well and breathing the fresh crisp air. The weekend mornings were usually busier than workouts during the week. Children were out collecting leaves and exploring the parkland. Parents, coaches, and other responsible adults were busy directing the young ones in organized game playing and such. Three boys, about the age of twelve ran by the busy groups of chess players, hikers, picnickers, bird feeders, and newspaper readers. Saturday morning was one of the best mornings for exploring and cliff climbing in the Fairmounts. Sundays were good too.

“Hey you guys, come up here!” “You can see everything from up here!” The guys came running to the cliff in the hillside and climbed up to where Malcolm was standing. “What took you slow pokes so long?” “I should have left you.”

“Aw shut up, we could’ve beaten you up here if we knew where you were sneaking off to.” Jason was Malcolm’s best friend and classmate. They lived on the same small block in North Philly near 30th and Lehigh Avenue. Lindsey was Malcolm’s cousin. He lived on the block too. Leon was another member of this band of merry fellows. They were usually inseparable. Leon had to go with his uncle to get new shoes. He was not able to make the traditional Saturday morning trek. He complained to his uncle. He even attempted to trick his uncle into letting him go out with the guys. “Uncle Rue, we can go to the shoe store this afternoon just before dinner time.” “That way, you can make your stop at the barber shop and the liquor store on the way back.” His uncle looked at him with a curious eye and replied, “No.” “We been puttin off this thing for a couple of weeks now.” “Its time to get you some new shoes for school.” No need in waiting til the last minute!”

A thunderous roar erupted just as Lindsey placed his hand on the last rock in the cliff, pulling himself up onto the plateau. Dirt and shrubbery flew all around as if a strong wind-gust blasted through signaling a squall in a rainstorm or twister. The boy could not believe his eyes. He nearly fell backward off the ledge of the cliff. But he knew subconsciously, that he had to hang on. It’s about a twelve hundred foot drop to the bottom.

Painful fear gripped his heart as he watched the massive tree-trunk sized object strike his cousin and lift him from the ground. Malcolm’s eyes were fixed on Jason and then on his cousin. His eyes screamed at them as if he were saying, “why don’t you guys reach out and grab me?” “Something hit me!” “It hurts!” “I’m falling!” Jason and Lindsey could do nothing as they watched in terror. The flying, broken, and bloodied body of their friend and cousin twisted and turned in the air while falling away from the cliff’s surface and down towards the bottom of the hillside. The angry and piercing eyes of the thing were now upon them.

The Canadian truck that hauled a load of timber rolled down the Alaskan hillside, headed towards the United States boarder. The driver had no idea he was hauling away the offspring of a fierce and most deadly creature. The lumber being delivered had been sitting on the work site for a long time. The half cut trees were harvested last spring and had been grown over by vines and moss. One would not have known the lumber was marked for the mill in New York. Several trunks of the wood had boreholes in them from the wild birds and burrowing animals. The ground under the wood was soft from the seasonal rain. It made for a perfect cave and shelter. The rain could not get in under the pilings although the ground was very warm and moist. A burrowing creature living under the pile was shielded from the environmental elements of the changing seasons. The burrow made a perfect year round shelter. No one would notice the den beneath the piles of massive timber amongst the collected piles chopped tress of the lumberjacks’ work site. In Alaska, it was a normal sight.

The 65 ft. tractor-trailer rumbled onto the New York Interstate. Around noontime the driver came up on a rest stop and parked the 18-wheeler in the truck parking area behind the Petro Station restaurant. The driver took a quick look at his cargo lines and checked the tie downs before heading towards the eatery. Two man-sized balls of fur squeezed out from the middle of the piles of wood on the back-end of the truck. They stumbled into the wooded area of the parking lot. Snow began to fall on the foot tracks that the fur balls made in the soil. The creatures wandered for several hours around the wooded area. They began to realize that this was not home.

Captain Willice Samuel stood looking over the edge of the cliff, peering down onto the East river Drive. The screaming sirens of emergency vehicles filled the normally quiet environment of park life. Speeding past the stopped traffic below, the EMR vehicles made their way up the hill to the spot were the kids were playing. The Strawberry Mansion Bridge was at a standstill as was the East River Drive traffic. Nothing and no one was being allowed to move through the area. Traffic was backed up all over. Ridge Avenue was being over-crowed with the over flow of rush hour traffic. Both river drives, East and West, were backed up into the East Falls area of Midvale Avenue into Henry Avenue. The downtown out bound traffic was a mess. The local news on automobile radios reported the traffic mess as an accident in the park. They were not aware of the trouble that was amiss. Emergency vehicles were parked at the spot were the body of ‘Malcolm Xavier’ lay at bottom of the twelve hundred ft drop from the cliff of the Strawberry Mansion roadway. The first EMR personnel on the scene could not believe their eyes.

They’ve seen hillside falls before. The boy’s body was not only twisted from the fall, he was mutilated. The entire left side torso of his body was missing. The child’s inner organs were spewed out all over the ground and around the spot were he came to rest. It was like a large airplane propeller swiped him and cut him in half. His lower torso was twisted around in the opposite direction of the upper half. The look on his face was of utter horror. His eyes were wide open. His mouth was set in such a way that it appeared that he was trying to say something. “He can’t tell us what happened but maybe his friends can”, said one of the workers. The other three boys were whisked away by an ambulance and two police cars. They were whisked away in a state of shock. ‘Lindsey’ screamed all the way to the hospital. The missing parts of the dead boys body were not found during the intensive search area.

The Forrest Ranger walked over to the Police Captain and stood right in front of him and quietly requested his attention. The two men walked to another side of the search area for the private conversation. Gerald Glenn has been a Forrest Ranger for more than twenty years. Four of those years, his assignment had been the Northeastern Pennsylvania Region. Ranger Glenn knows everything about everything in the wild, from its greenery to the smallest of animals. Ranger Glenn pointed to something on the ground next to one of the Cherry Blossom trees, a print of something large was present. A few feet away in a southwesterly direction, off the roadway of Strawberry Mansion Drive, another large print was found. One of the CSI Investigators spoke to himself aloud, “What the fuck is this thing?” Ranger Glenn noticed the look on the face of the investigator. He and Captain Samuel walked swiftly to where the man was standing and staring. They joined the investigator in his bewilderment. Gerald Glenn leaned on the thick trunk of the Cherry Blossom tree and thought to himself, “I know this print…they’ll never believe me when I tell them!” The ranger walked to the other side of the drive and bent over to see the mark of something on a patch of rhododendrons. He could not believe what he was starring at. The mark on the bushes and grass gave him no room for doubt. The size of the mark and footprint was at least four times the size of the beast that Ranger Glenn was familiar with. He just didn’t know how to begin to explain exactly what kind of danger this community, this area, this city would be in if he were to be correct. The horrified look on his face was a dead giveaway to the other investigators. They wondered what it was that scared the ranger.

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