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| THE"ADDICTION"forCRIMINAL INTERDICTIONANDPATROLLING |
| True Stories of Marco's Greatest Apprehensions and Drug Arrests: "Catching Redley- TWICE" |
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The suspect was David Redley I soon learned after arriving at St. Francis
Hospital. Redley was lying on a gurney with his left arm handcuffed to the
metal railing and his right arm still bleeding lying across his stomach waiting for
the nurse and doctor. Redley was lying on the gurney with his upper torso
upright as if he was partially sitting up. His feet were crossed as if he was
relaxed but his face showed he was in pain. His long brown hair was a mess.
His red sweater had the right sleeve cut off by the Emergency Nurse.
His arm had several punctures and tears in the forearm area and was
bleeding only a small amount now. Most of the bleeding had stopped by
clotting up into dark chunks. Now t he blood truly was black-like in color. His
forearm throbbed and as I walked in and saw him guarded by a police officer,
Redley saw me entering and spoke. What he said I couldn't quite believe.
“That’s one helluva dog.”
What? The suspect is in an emergency room, bleeding, throbbing in pain, still
cold from being outside, and he tells me I have a great dog? I couldn't quite
believe it. Yes, my dog was a Hell of a Dog. But I couldn't’t believe the bad guy
was saying so.
Following policy I had a supervisor come into work early and met me in the
ER. I took photos of the wound and gave the doctors and nurses whatever
information they needed from me. Redley did the same. Soon Redley’s
wounds were irrigated and then several areas were stitched up. He was
then taken to the Hall County jail and lodged in for the burglary.
Later in an interview with Redley, the police learned that he had hid in the
bowling alley after it had closed up for the night. He was attempting to
burglarize throughout the night and every time the police arrived after he
tripped the alarms, he would hide up in the ceiling. He said that when the
janitor came in, it startled him and he then tried to get out and when he
couldn't, he grabbed the bowling ball and broke out the glass door.
Redley said that he ran into the trees to escape but couldn't see very far
because of the darkness. He knew the police were nearby as he would see
the squad cars go up and down the gravel road and in and out of the parking
lot. He said he could also hear the officer’s voices and thought they would
eventually give up after not finding him and they would leave. He admitted
he definitely thought they would give up because of how cold it was. He said
he didn’t know the police had police dogs until he heard Marco, Pete and I
coming through the trees.
Redley said he was lying on the ground up next to a large cedar tree hoping
to evade capture and that when Marco came up to him, Redley tried to move
away from Marco’s sniffing nose. Bad decision. Marco was trained after
finding a suspect that if the suspect moved or fled, the dog would then
physically apprehend. And that is what Marco did. He said the pain was
incredible but it was how scared he was that really made him terrified. He
said in the interview that he felt like he was in a trance after the dog latched
onto him. He said he didn’t even hear me yelling at him to stay on the ground.
He said all he remembered was the dog coming off his arm and it had felt like
forever that the dog was latched onto him.
Actually it was only a matter of seconds after Marco apprehended him and I
called him off, but I’m sure that it did feel like an eternity to him. It’s the
pressure of the strength in the dog’s jaws that is so painful. Sure, don’t get me
wrong, the teeth puncturing the skin hurts like hell too, but the incredible ‘vise
like’ pressure of the dogs jaws is what really ‘smarts’.
Redley was famous, sort of. Or should I say notorious. There was a story of
Redley that I had already heard about before this capture. He was the guy
that my camp-mates and I in the Training Academy class of 1988 had heard
about with graphic detail. We were in class learning about something that I
can’t recall and would be safe in saying most likely was extremely boring. We
were told by a Sergeant from the Grand Island area about this guy, (Redley)
who had years earlier been hitchhiking outside of Grand Island on the Interstate.
The story continued that soon he was picked up by a truck driver but a ride
was not the only thing the trucker had in mind. We learned by the Sergeant
that the trucker had by force stuck a fishing stringer through Redley’s left cheek.
A fishing stringer is a nylon string attached at one end with a metal ring
that is attached to a spear-like point. This is to stick through a fish’s mouth and
then out his gill and then back through the metal ring and then kept in the
water to keep the fish alive. It’s kind of like threading a needle. Unfortunately
for Redley though, this trucker had punctured Redley’s cheek with a fish stringer
for his own pleasure and not for fishing. Redley was a hostage to this trucker
as they traveled down the Interstate. The driver pushed the pointed end
through Redley's cheek and they tying it off by attaching it to the steering
wheel. Then the driver could steer and use his right hand to switch the gears
on the big eighteen wheeler.
Redley had no idea what was going to happen to him but he wasn’t going
to wait to find out. After driving for miles, and it was time to make a stop for
fuel, the trucker had to slow down to exit the Interstate. Redley made his move.
As the truck slowed to a slow crawl at the off-ramp stop sign, Redley pulled
away from the trucker’s grip of the stringer. The nylon stringer tore through
Redley’s cheek as he pulled away opening the door at the same time. He fell
out the door down to the ground with the fall alone breaking his elbow but it
was the torn muscle in his face that showed the most damage. With blood
running from this gaping wound, Redley ran to safety.
My apprehension of Redley soon after becoming a dog handler in 1992 would
not be my last encounter with him ironically. In fact eight years after the
Bowling Alley incident where Marco had caught Redley in the cold trees, I
came across him again. While patrolling the Interstate I spotted a local vehicle
in the eastbound rest area out side of an interstate exit. I could tell as I drove
on the Interstate near the rest area, that there were three things that caught
my attention to this vehicle.
One; was that it was a local plate. Thinking to myself, why would a local car
already be resting or parking at a rest area only a few miles from town during
the middle of the day? Second thing I thought was, why is this car parked
towards the end of the parking area? Not next to the rest area building that
has the bathrooms. So why park ten stalls away? It was as if the car was trying
to not be noticed. But by not wanting to be noticed, I noticed it. The third
thing that I thought was odd was that I could tell the car was running. It was a
cold February afternoon and I could see the exhaust fumes emitting from the
tail pipe evaporating into the air.
So as I slowed my squad car down and turned it around after passing the rest
area, I came back to the entrance and slowly pulled in just close enough to see
the license plate and take note of it. I contacted the dispatcher and asked
them for the registered owner information on the plate 8–E320. A 10-39 in cop
lingo.
Within minutes they told me it was a 1993 cream colored Ford Escort
registered to Leon and Claire Redley of North St. Paul Road in Grand Island.
REDLEY!? I hadn’t heard this name for years. It quickly brought back vivid
memories of his capture that cold night in the tree-line near the bowling area.
Could this be the same Redley family I wondered?
Slowly I parked my squad about twenty yards back behind the Escort and
then on foot very slowly I walked up to the idling Escort and approached it from
the rear. I could not see anyone inside at first while slowly peaking in the car
from the distance of 30 feet away. Maybe this guy is in one of the small
concrete and brick picnic hutches about fifty feet way, I thought. The closer I
moved up to the car the more cautious I became. Soon I saw David Redley
lying in the car on the driver seat reclined all the way down. Redley was
unclothed from his knees up. Bunched up around his knees were his coveralls.
Redley was masturbating while looking at a MAXIM magazine.
He saw me as soon as I got close enough to see what he was doing. His
expression was that of a kid being caught with his hand in a cookie jar. I only
wish it was a cookie jar. In retrospect, I wish I would not have seen what he was
doing. Being a law officer gives you the opportunity of seeing many fascinating
things and many things that you wish you didn’t have to see. Seeing Redley in
his naked state of masturbation was one of those things that “I’ll pass on seeing
that again” if given the chance. He quickly pulled his coveralls up and pulled his
arms into them and zipped it shut.
I told Redley to step out of the car which he did. I quickly handcuffed him and
placed him in my squad car. Thank God I had my leather gloves on. Redley
later admitted that he had driven to the rest area and parked an hour or so
earlier. The guy said he had been kicked out of his folk’s house three days
earlier. They let him keep their car for a while but he had no place to go. Redley
said that he had slept in the car every night but didn’t park at the rest area.
He said he parked the car in a parking lot in Grand Island and never got
bothered. At the jail, a small amount of methamphetamine was found in his
wallet.
Redley was charged with possession of a controlled substance (meth) and for
driving during suspension. He could not be prosecuted for indecent exposure as
I had originally charged him because the law shows that to violate the
indecent exposure law the person who shows their private parts in public must
be doing it to affront someone and to offend someone. Interpreted- it meant it
was okay for him to masturbate in public as long as he was not doing it in front
of someone deliberately. Crazy system huh?
Marco caught many a bad guy after David Redley at the bowling alley and
soon afterward Pete would call me directly at my home. I still remember Pete
opening his briefcase one day and him showing me my phone number that he
had written on an index card that made it easily visible for him in his briefcase.
Many more times Marco would catch bad guys for the police department and
many more times I was amused at how well he did it.
Hospital. Redley was lying on a gurney with his left arm handcuffed to the
metal railing and his right arm still bleeding lying across his stomach waiting for
the nurse and doctor. Redley was lying on the gurney with his upper torso
upright as if he was partially sitting up. His feet were crossed as if he was
relaxed but his face showed he was in pain. His long brown hair was a mess.
His red sweater had the right sleeve cut off by the Emergency Nurse.
His arm had several punctures and tears in the forearm area and was
bleeding only a small amount now. Most of the bleeding had stopped by
clotting up into dark chunks. Now t he blood truly was black-like in color. His
forearm throbbed and as I walked in and saw him guarded by a police officer,
Redley saw me entering and spoke. What he said I couldn't quite believe.
“That’s one helluva dog.”
What? The suspect is in an emergency room, bleeding, throbbing in pain, still
cold from being outside, and he tells me I have a great dog? I couldn't quite
believe it. Yes, my dog was a Hell of a Dog. But I couldn't’t believe the bad guy
was saying so.
Following policy I had a supervisor come into work early and met me in the
ER. I took photos of the wound and gave the doctors and nurses whatever
information they needed from me. Redley did the same. Soon Redley’s
wounds were irrigated and then several areas were stitched up. He was
then taken to the Hall County jail and lodged in for the burglary.
Later in an interview with Redley, the police learned that he had hid in the
bowling alley after it had closed up for the night. He was attempting to
burglarize throughout the night and every time the police arrived after he
tripped the alarms, he would hide up in the ceiling. He said that when the
janitor came in, it startled him and he then tried to get out and when he
couldn't, he grabbed the bowling ball and broke out the glass door.
Redley said that he ran into the trees to escape but couldn't see very far
because of the darkness. He knew the police were nearby as he would see
the squad cars go up and down the gravel road and in and out of the parking
lot. He said he could also hear the officer’s voices and thought they would
eventually give up after not finding him and they would leave. He admitted
he definitely thought they would give up because of how cold it was. He said
he didn’t know the police had police dogs until he heard Marco, Pete and I
coming through the trees.
Redley said he was lying on the ground up next to a large cedar tree hoping
to evade capture and that when Marco came up to him, Redley tried to move
away from Marco’s sniffing nose. Bad decision. Marco was trained after
finding a suspect that if the suspect moved or fled, the dog would then
physically apprehend. And that is what Marco did. He said the pain was
incredible but it was how scared he was that really made him terrified. He
said in the interview that he felt like he was in a trance after the dog latched
onto him. He said he didn’t even hear me yelling at him to stay on the ground.
He said all he remembered was the dog coming off his arm and it had felt like
forever that the dog was latched onto him.
Actually it was only a matter of seconds after Marco apprehended him and I
called him off, but I’m sure that it did feel like an eternity to him. It’s the
pressure of the strength in the dog’s jaws that is so painful. Sure, don’t get me
wrong, the teeth puncturing the skin hurts like hell too, but the incredible ‘vise
like’ pressure of the dogs jaws is what really ‘smarts’.
Redley was famous, sort of. Or should I say notorious. There was a story of
Redley that I had already heard about before this capture. He was the guy
that my camp-mates and I in the Training Academy class of 1988 had heard
about with graphic detail. We were in class learning about something that I
can’t recall and would be safe in saying most likely was extremely boring. We
were told by a Sergeant from the Grand Island area about this guy, (Redley)
who had years earlier been hitchhiking outside of Grand Island on the Interstate.
The story continued that soon he was picked up by a truck driver but a ride
was not the only thing the trucker had in mind. We learned by the Sergeant
that the trucker had by force stuck a fishing stringer through Redley’s left cheek.
A fishing stringer is a nylon string attached at one end with a metal ring
that is attached to a spear-like point. This is to stick through a fish’s mouth and
then out his gill and then back through the metal ring and then kept in the
water to keep the fish alive. It’s kind of like threading a needle. Unfortunately
for Redley though, this trucker had punctured Redley’s cheek with a fish stringer
for his own pleasure and not for fishing. Redley was a hostage to this trucker
as they traveled down the Interstate. The driver pushed the pointed end
through Redley's cheek and they tying it off by attaching it to the steering
wheel. Then the driver could steer and use his right hand to switch the gears
on the big eighteen wheeler.
Redley had no idea what was going to happen to him but he wasn’t going
to wait to find out. After driving for miles, and it was time to make a stop for
fuel, the trucker had to slow down to exit the Interstate. Redley made his move.
As the truck slowed to a slow crawl at the off-ramp stop sign, Redley pulled
away from the trucker’s grip of the stringer. The nylon stringer tore through
Redley’s cheek as he pulled away opening the door at the same time. He fell
out the door down to the ground with the fall alone breaking his elbow but it
was the torn muscle in his face that showed the most damage. With blood
running from this gaping wound, Redley ran to safety.
My apprehension of Redley soon after becoming a dog handler in 1992 would
not be my last encounter with him ironically. In fact eight years after the
Bowling Alley incident where Marco had caught Redley in the cold trees, I
came across him again. While patrolling the Interstate I spotted a local vehicle
in the eastbound rest area out side of an interstate exit. I could tell as I drove
on the Interstate near the rest area, that there were three things that caught
my attention to this vehicle.
One; was that it was a local plate. Thinking to myself, why would a local car
already be resting or parking at a rest area only a few miles from town during
the middle of the day? Second thing I thought was, why is this car parked
towards the end of the parking area? Not next to the rest area building that
has the bathrooms. So why park ten stalls away? It was as if the car was trying
to not be noticed. But by not wanting to be noticed, I noticed it. The third
thing that I thought was odd was that I could tell the car was running. It was a
cold February afternoon and I could see the exhaust fumes emitting from the
tail pipe evaporating into the air.
So as I slowed my squad car down and turned it around after passing the rest
area, I came back to the entrance and slowly pulled in just close enough to see
the license plate and take note of it. I contacted the dispatcher and asked
them for the registered owner information on the plate 8–E320. A 10-39 in cop
lingo.
Within minutes they told me it was a 1993 cream colored Ford Escort
registered to Leon and Claire Redley of North St. Paul Road in Grand Island.
REDLEY!? I hadn’t heard this name for years. It quickly brought back vivid
memories of his capture that cold night in the tree-line near the bowling area.
Could this be the same Redley family I wondered?
Slowly I parked my squad about twenty yards back behind the Escort and
then on foot very slowly I walked up to the idling Escort and approached it from
the rear. I could not see anyone inside at first while slowly peaking in the car
from the distance of 30 feet away. Maybe this guy is in one of the small
concrete and brick picnic hutches about fifty feet way, I thought. The closer I
moved up to the car the more cautious I became. Soon I saw David Redley
lying in the car on the driver seat reclined all the way down. Redley was
unclothed from his knees up. Bunched up around his knees were his coveralls.
Redley was masturbating while looking at a MAXIM magazine.
He saw me as soon as I got close enough to see what he was doing. His
expression was that of a kid being caught with his hand in a cookie jar. I only
wish it was a cookie jar. In retrospect, I wish I would not have seen what he was
doing. Being a law officer gives you the opportunity of seeing many fascinating
things and many things that you wish you didn’t have to see. Seeing Redley in
his naked state of masturbation was one of those things that “I’ll pass on seeing
that again” if given the chance. He quickly pulled his coveralls up and pulled his
arms into them and zipped it shut.
I told Redley to step out of the car which he did. I quickly handcuffed him and
placed him in my squad car. Thank God I had my leather gloves on. Redley
later admitted that he had driven to the rest area and parked an hour or so
earlier. The guy said he had been kicked out of his folk’s house three days
earlier. They let him keep their car for a while but he had no place to go. Redley
said that he had slept in the car every night but didn’t park at the rest area.
He said he parked the car in a parking lot in Grand Island and never got
bothered. At the jail, a small amount of methamphetamine was found in his
wallet.
Redley was charged with possession of a controlled substance (meth) and for
driving during suspension. He could not be prosecuted for indecent exposure as
I had originally charged him because the law shows that to violate the
indecent exposure law the person who shows their private parts in public must
be doing it to affront someone and to offend someone. Interpreted- it meant it
was okay for him to masturbate in public as long as he was not doing it in front
of someone deliberately. Crazy system huh?
Marco caught many a bad guy after David Redley at the bowling alley and
soon afterward Pete would call me directly at my home. I still remember Pete
opening his briefcase one day and him showing me my phone number that he
had written on an index card that made it easily visible for him in his briefcase.
Many more times Marco would catch bad guys for the police department and
many more times I was amused at how well he did it.
Greg Goltz