He Never Pulled the Trigger
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Les Paul was a rookie policeman, broad shoulders beneath a ruggedly handsome face, who wore his uniform proudly. He left the station house wondering what was cooking for him in that spicy mulligan stew--his "beat". The crowded old tenements around him, in the melting-pot area, were teeming with the many cultures that comprised those streets. There was rarely a quiet or peaceful moment. Even at the early hour they were already alive with the sounds of shouting and raucous laughter, mingled with the mix of odors. Inside the buildings were dark dingy hallways, with trash cans along the walls and garbage carelessly strewn about on the floors. When he began working in the precinct he wondered how they could stand the stench, but he soon understood that the tenants were accustomed and immune to it. They rarely gave it much thought. It was an awakening to him that one city could house two such opposite cultures as his hometown and that area. The depressing hallways were the seat and locale of many of the crimes within a few square blocks. As he became comfortable with the surroundings, he found the people friendly and respectful of the police who patrolled the area on foot. He had grown up within the orderliness of a small suburban town on the outskirts of the city, unaccustomed to this fully integrated, crowded area.
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"If my prisoner is abusive or fanatic, I’ll hurt him, but he’ll be alive. It’s very difficult to shoot someone." Most of his prisoners respected and even liked him. He was compassionate, fair to all, and had a wonderful sense of humor. Despite all he had to contend with as a Vice Squad plainclothes officer, he never pulled the trigger. His captain put him in plainclothes immediately after his six months probation. The chief inspector once told me in secret, that Les was one of the best cops in the city of New York. When he finished his term, he went into business. He had been a male model, then worked in the Navy Yard. He left and went to the police academy.
About the Author
I will continue writing both fiction and nonfiction until the end. I am a mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. My late husband, about whom I wrote this book, was one of New York’s most respected and efficient policemen. We were happily married for fifty-two years. I am internationally published in over sixty magazines and have five books published. I have received many awards and am a community activist, as well as a hospital volunteer for thirty-two years.