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21st, preaching. Sergeant Waters. He caught a thief. Or he saw a thief. Yeah. Yeah. Well, where is this? Where they holding him? Oh, it's a woman. Where has he got her? Yeah. You're in the muster room at the 21st Precinct, the nerve center. A call is coming through. You will follow the action taken pursuant to that call from this minute until the final report is written in the 124 room at the 21st Precinct. Yes, sir. I'll send the officers right over there. That's right, yeah. You stand out on the sidewalk and show them where to go. All right. Okay. 21st Precinct. It's just lines on a map of the city of New York. Most of the 173,000 people wedged into the 9/10 of a square mile between Fifth Avenue and the east river wouldn't know if you asked them that they lived or worked in the 21st. Whether they know it or not, the security of their homes, their persons and their property is the job of the men of the 21st Precinct. The 21st. 160 patrolmen, 11 sergeants and four lieutenants to whom I'm the boss. My name is Kennelly, Frank Kennelly. I'm captain in command of the 21st. I was working my day tour 8am to 6pm after I had turned out the platoon and attended to other matters in the station house that required my attention. Sector Car number three came by the house to take me to 84th street and Fifth Avenue where a large crowd was expected at the reopening ceremonies of a remodeled wing of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Although the museum itself is in the 22nd or Central Parks precinct. Three patrolmen from the 21st had been detailed to handle the traffic on Fifth Avenue. On arrival, I determined that the congestion was not nearly as heavy as anticipated and I returned to the car with the intention of inspecting other conditions in the precinct. During the course of the patrol, we had occasion to drive downtown on Second Avenue in the 70s. There I spotted the sergeant's car double parked at the corner a block ahead. As we approached, I saw a group of pedestrians peering into the window of a small neighborhood drugstore. I instructed the operator of my car to stop. I got out and crossed the sidewalk to the store. Coming through there, please. Coming through. Hello, Captain. Carl, what do we got? I don't know. The sergeant talked to me yet, sir. Sergeant. Hello, Captain. Oh, what have we got? I'm trying to find out, Captain. We just got here ourselves. That's the first time anything like that ever happened to me. This is Mr. Crow, the drugstore Captain can. Captain, how do you do?