True Stories of Marco's Greatest
Apprehensions and Drug Arrests
"The Long Track
Throughout Town"
 Getting called out in the middle of the night when I had my police
service dog (PSD) Marco was something that didn’t bother me at the
time. In fact, I would usually get a little angry if I ever found out that
Jerry; my counterpart   K-9 handler, got called out and he had made an
arrest on a drug bust or an apprehension or successful ‘bad guy’ track
with his K-9 partner.  Jerry didn’t get called out too often late at night
because of me being assigned to the night shift but on my days off this
could happen.
Well this particular evening it was only about 8 PM on my day off and
Jerry was not available when my Captain  called me at home and said
that the Aurora police department had a guy they thought was holed up
under a house and that agency was requesting the SWAT team. The
Captain didn’t think that it fit the criteria for the SWAT team callout so
he wanted me to go over to Aurora and evaluate if the Team would later
be needed but mainly to see if my police dog Marco and I could assist.
This was something that would frequently occur with me having the
position as the Team Leader for one of the six Troop Area SWAT teams.  
He was right about the request not meeting the strict criteria needed to
get the SWAT team to deploy.  I learned that a guy named Troy Nells
had severely beaten up his wife at their residence, then had dug a hole
about two feet deep into the basement earth by first busting the thin
concrete floor and then digging up the earth. He had then placed a tall
file cabinet up right in this hole and had told his wife this was going to
be her coffin.  She luckily escaped the three bedroom home in the south
east part of town and promptly made it to the hospital and they called
the police department.
When the police arrived to arrest Nells he fled down into the basement
and then crawled into a crawl space.  This basement was not for the
entire home so the crawl space afforded him an opportunity to get away
in this narrow confined space. All of this information is what the Captain
had explained to me by phone and when I arrived I asked one of the
police officers there, Mike Hawthorn where this guy was as I entered the
basement walking past the makeshift grave and coffin.  Mike pointed
into the crawl space about two and a half feet tall but was probably
twenty by twenty in space.  
By the time I had arrived, the police had a couple lamps with their
shades pulled off down in the area lighting up the dirty space.  There
were the typical obstacles like some air ducts as well as some insulation
strips lying down in the area and when I asked Mike where this guy
supposedly was, he pointed in to the far end and said “That’s him
there.”  As he said this, all I could see in this area was several pieces of
insulation in a bundle so I assumed this guy was trying to naturally
hide. I mean hell; he’s got those bright lights pointing at him so he just
as well hide.  Not to mention the police were kind of an obstacle to this
guy too.
 asked Mike, “Have you been here the entire time this guy fled under
there?” “Yeah…pretty much.” he responded.  “So you have left though” I
said.  I wanted to confirm that this guy had to be in this area unless he
knew how to tunnel to China.  But when Mike explained he had left once
or twice when they were getting the lights set up but knew that the
stairway was the only way Nells could get out of the basement area and
he was positive that Nells had not came upstairs through the kitchen he
assumed he had to still be there.  After watching the insulation for
several minutes and never seeing it move, I was kind of worried this guy
was not there.  But I was there with a police tool and we were gonna let
that police tool do his work.
Of course the tool I’m talking about is Marco so I went and got him.  
But not before calling my Captain, explaining the situation to him,
confirming with him that it did indeed NOT fit the criteria for a SWAT
callout and that I was going to yell my commands to the suspect (Nells)
and if he didn’t give up then I was going to deploy Marco.  He agreed,
we talked and he hung up the phone.
I got Marco from the patrol unit and walked him to the rear entry to the
house. When I came into the home, Marco was naturally riled up
because he knew there was action just ‘around the corner’.  We walked
down the concrete and stone steps with Marco pulling hard on his leash
and making his “you’re choking me to death” sound.  This sound
frequented Marco’s arrival quite often as he pulled so hard against the
leash attached to his metal link collar.  When we got downstairs, I knew
I was going to have to lift Marco about four feet to the crawl space and
then I would make my commands.  
Naturally Marco didn’t like it much when he was lifted completely off the ground. But
he allowed it; He would allow it by generally looking back and me and snarl as I would
hold onto his neck and collar with my left hand and with my right hand and mainly
arm lift up his rear up into the desired place.  The desired place was this brightly lit
space.  As Marco was now lying on the dirt ground but actually right at my chest level
because I had not yet crawled up into the space yet.  I calmed Marco by stroking his
back with my right hand as my left held onto his collar.  We had no idea if this lunatic
was armed so it was not long after I calmed Marco that I drew my .45 caliber Model
21 Glock sidearm and yelled my commands.
“…sound off…or I’ll send my police dog!” I yelled two times. These commands always
fired Marco up but he didn’t break his obedience of staying in a down prone position.  
Meaning that he didn’t run off until he was given the command. It did help that I was
still holding onto his collar with my left hand I’ll admit. When I did command Marco to
make his entry, to seek, to find, to hunt, to apprehend, he ran off with incredible
speed and agility. But not in the desired direction.  Instead of heading for the pile of
insulation, he turned right, in the direction around a corner of  the basement crawl
space structure.  I quickly called Marco back which he did and I proned him out in his
original spot. I pointed with my left hand over his head toward the insulation heap
and simultaneously gave him the command again to enter.
 Again Marco ran to the right quickly out of my sight.  I called him back
and I begrudgingly entered the crawl space on my hands and knees but
for all intense purposes I was pretty much sliding on my stomach.  
As both Marco and I kind of ‘low-crawled’ closer to this insulation, I felt
apprehension as this was quite a vulnerable spot for me, but also felt as
if this Nells guy was not in this location anyway.  As both Marco and I
got there, I moved away the insulation with Marco ready to pounce and I
located it. Yes, I had located exactly what I thought was there.  
Nothing.  Nells was not there.  I yelled this out to Hawthorn and Marco
and I moved in the direction Marco had originally went.  I soon learned
there was a large hole in the foundation wall in this hidden area that led
directly to the outside yard.
It was tracking time.  I didn’t even want to attempt to surrey through this hole
especially with my gun belt and all the equipment on this belt, so I leashed up Marco,
we crawled out onto the basement floor, and ran upstairs.  By this time other officers
were there and we found the hole on the outside of the house.  I saw footprints in
the partially snow covered ground and knew we were gonna have to get started.  
Who knows how long this Nells guy has been gone I thought.  I knew it was
impractical for me to try and track this guy or anyone with only the short four foot
leash I had, so Marco and I jogged back to my squad and got Marco’s thirty foot
tracking line.  We jogged quickly back to the “hole wall” and I met up with officer
Tony Cordova and told him to back me up on the track.  I gave the quick rules and
we were off.  Marco was pulling so hard on this long leash that once and a while I
would slip on the icy snowy ground.  We tracked through yards, over sidewalks,
down driveways and eventually made it to 13th street.  As we walked down this
street sometimes on the sidewalk and other times directly on the cobblestone
Marco would once and a while lose the track. Many times he would
refind it and we would be off.  Once and a while if he ‘lost’ the track and
couldn’t get back on it, I would command him lie down and I would look
around.  Once I got lucky and saw a foot print and Marco was off again.  
The ground was not completely covered with snow which would make it
easy for anyone to track a guy, let alone a police dog.  The snow was
very light and had started to fall from the sky covering anything that had
been made by Nells or anyone else for that matter.
We made it block after block heading north until we were within blocks
of a local business known at the time as Aurora Plumbing.  This would
be a location that ironically years later I would be in twice again; once
for a search warrant and the second for a methamphetamine lab
warrant.  But on this night, I had no idea about the owner of the
business but while on the track and seeing the direction we were
heading, the Chief said he thought we would probably end up at Aurora
plumbing.  And sure enough minutes later we did.  I asked the Chief why
he suspected Nells would end up here and he said that Nells hung
around the owner Wade Rowsch and that Nells helped Rowsch in the
past at Aurora Plumbing.  So I advised everyone that since the track
ended at the garage door which was connected to the building on the
alley side, we would call the owner and get the keys.
The dispatch made a call to Rowsch at home and he soon arrived.  We were all in the
front of the building and I asked Rowsch if there should be anyone inside the building
and he said “Definitely not.”  So I asked for the key and told the officers the game
After they understood the plan I had Marco lay down near the doorway and I had
several officers behind me to make entry if needed.  I slowly unlocked the door
pushed the door open.  Marco’s ears perked up and his breathing was hard as I held
him back from making an early entry.  I held him by his collar and loudly yelled my
commands.  “…sound off or I’ll send in the dog!”  Marco immediately got really fired
up now.  He knew the game.  I yell, he goes in and if the bad guy resists or runs, he
catches bad guy.  I yelled it again.  No answer.  One more time I yelled it and after no
response I sent Marco in.
Marco ran inside and within seconds I heard the all too obvious of a
‘bad guy in distress’ signal.  As I heard someone screaming and the dog
also making noise we made entry with guns out.  Right inside the first
room with our flashlights illuminating the suspect we saw Marco had the
man.  The guy was Nells dressed in coveralls and standing upright with
Marco attached to his left arm.  We tactically got into positions of cover
and I yelled the next commands; ”Stand still…hands up…Plotz!”  Marco
kept on fighting.  Again I yelled this command.  And again Marco kept
fighting and biting this guy.  Marco was standing up on his rear legs
wrapping his front legs around the suspect all the time having his mouth
latched onto Nells’ arm.  
I was a little worried now with Marco not obeying the commands and
then I saw the reason why.  Nells was trying to pry Marco’s bottom jaw
off his arm fighting and resisting the K-9.  Nells was obviously hyped up
on metham-phetamine or something else so I compromised and now
yelled at Nells directly.  “Let go of the dog’s jaw or he’s gonna keep
biting you!”  Immediately Nells let go of Marco’s jaw and I yelled the
“Stands still” command and Marco let go of his arm immediately went to
the floor, layed down and repeatedly barked at Nells.  I yelled at Nells
to step slowly from the counter away from the dog and walked him near
an officer.
 It was Tony Cordova the same guy who had been with me during the
entire track out in the cold dark night.  Tony cuffed up Nells and I
hooked up the leash to Marco and we exited the building but only first
searching the rest of the building for anyone else illegally inside.  No
one was found inside and we all visited outside the building.
Nells was taken to the hospital and sutchered up on his arm and his
hand from the two seperate bites. The police department was sure proud
and in awe of how Marco did his job.  Little did they know that I was in
awe of how he did his job too.   
PSD MARCO service
Oct 1992-June 2001
Greg Goltz