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That's P.O. box 15913, Boise, ID 83715. And you can also become one of our ongoing Patreon supporters for as little as $2 per month. And I want to welcome Eric as our latest Patreon supporter and at the shamus level of $4 or more per month. Thanks so much for your support, Eric. And now, from September 6, 1951, here is the Big 17. The story you are about to hear is true. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. You're a detective sergeant. You're assigned a juvenile bureau. A series of crimes suddenly starts among teenage children in your city. Robberies, burglaries, bodily assault. There doesn't seem to be any reason for it. The crime wave grows. Your job. Stop it. Dragnet, the documented drama of an actual crime. For the next 30 minutes, in cooperation with the Los Angeles Police Department, you will travel step by step on the side of the law through an actual case transcribed from official police files. From beginning to end, from crime to punishment, Dragnet is the story of your police force in action. Was Thursday, April 10th was warm in Los Angeles. We're working the night watch out at juvenile bureau. My partner's Ben Romero. The boss is Captain Stein. My name's Friday. It was 10:27pm when I got to 1335 Georgia street, second floor, the squadroom. Joe, is that you? Yeah. You ready? Yeah. Half a minute. All right. Let me get my coat on here. Do you leave a note for McNamara? Yeah, all set. All right, let's hurry, huh? Yeah, same neighborhood. We had the trouble Monday night. Sounds like the same gang too. These kids are sure moving fast. Go ahead. Yeah, what is it this time? Movie theater on West Fremont. Small neighborhood house. Oh, they had a crowd of 15 to 20 kids in there tonight. Mixed group, boys and girls. For no reason at all, they started to tear the place up. They do much damage? Well, I don't know. We can see when we get there. Told me on the phone the theater manager tried to quiet the kids down. Half a dozen boys piled all over them. One of them pulled a knife. They tore up a couple of seats up in the balcony, Moved out into the lobby. Smashed mirrors and lamps. They beat up one of the ushers. Lousy little pack. Where'd you park the car? Straight back. I'd give her a right arm to know how this thing got started. We've never had much trouble from the kids in that neighborhood out there. Not till this last month. Seemed to be going crazy. Well, it's not getting any better. Burglaries, car thefts, wrecking property. Somebody's gonna come out on the short end if it keeps up. It's got to happen. Maybe it already has. When they were ripping up that theater lobby tonight, one kid got hurt. What happened? It's a 14 year old boy in the mix up. He got shoved through a display case, plate glass. Cut up pretty bad. His eyes, they're not sure he'll see again. In police work, the standard law of cause and effect works like it does for everything else. When a crime's committed, there's a cause behind it, there's a reason for it. And when a group of normally well behaved kids in an average residential neighborhood start running wild, there's gotta be a reason for that, too. A month before, a rash of auto thefts, petty stealing and public disturbances had broken out suddenly in the particular neighborhood. All of the incidents were traced directly to the teenagers in the area. Why the kids had suddenly decided to run wild, we didn't know. But the amount and the nature of the violations kept getting more serious. Juveniles who'd previously been picked up for petty thefts and placed on probation were now committing burglaries. Auto thefts in the area had jumped 20%. Misconduct and drunk charges against the teenagers, girls and boys alike, increased by the week. We had a fair idea what the root of all the trouble was, but so far we hadn't been able to trace it. 10:45pm we got to the Neighborhood movie theater on West Fremont. We went inside. The lobby was a shambles. Two large mirrors had been shattered, lamps and sofas overturned and broken. The lobby candy counter had been wrecked completely. The glass showcases were caved in. The popcorn machine was smashed. The soft drink cooler turned on its side. The last showing of the feature picture was still going on. We interviewed the theater manager in the lobby, a Mr. Clyde Barton. They got real foul mouthed. One or two of the girls, too. Some of the language I wouldn't even use at a stag party. I got so mad, I grabbed two of the noisy ones by the neck and told them to get out. That's when it broke loose. Well, what exactly happened? The whole crowd of them jumped out of their seats and piled on me. I fell back down against the stairs and I started swinging. I'll tell you the truth, Sergeant. I was scared. I didn't know what to make of them. They seemed like a pack of animals. I happened to hit this one kid and I saw him pull out a knife and come at me. Didn't take me too long to get out of there. Kids or not, when a bunch of them like that come after you, you run. Yes, sir. You called for the police as soon as all this happened? You bet I did. Just as soon as I could get out into the lobby and into my office, I locked the door. I could hear him tearing the place up outside. Just look at that. Smashed up everything in sight. I have to have something like this happen. Look at this candy stand. How about some of the kids you recognize in that crowd, Mr. Borden? Oh, say, the last show's ready to break. Folks are gonna be coming out. You wanna step back here into my office, we can talk there, be out of the way. That'll be fine. Here we are. Pull up a chair for yourself, officers. Yeah. Thank you. I just got the feeling there's something radically wrong going on with those kids. This is the first time you've ever had any trouble of any real size, is that right? Yeah. Once in a while the kids fool around in the show talking loud, you know. But nothing like this ought to see Fred, my usher. And the way they messed him up. Brutal. And that little 14 year old they shoved through the glass Showcase. Gonna be a real mess if he doesn't pull through. I was gonna ask you, sir, about the kids in that crowd you recognize. You happen to know any of their names? Sure thing. I made a list of them while you were on the way over here. I got a half dozen of them or more. That's another thing I can't understand. Yeah, what's that, sir? When these kids start running wild, no matter what they do, they don't seem to care if they're recognized or not. You'd think if they wanted to raise the devil, they'd go over to some other neighborhood. Someplace where people didn't know him. They just don't seem to care. Yes, sir, we've had the same report from a couple of other business people in the neighborhood here. Mr. Barton, you probably have a pretty fair opportunity to watch the kids around here from time to time. I mean, running the theater here. I sure do. Most of them are in here once a week anyway. Some of the kids I've known since they were in knee pants. Well, have you any idea at all what's behind all this trouble? I mean, any real indication? Maybe I'm just the suspicious kind. But I've got an idea. All right. Here. I'll get that list of names for you at the same time. There they are. Seven names in all. Every one of those kids was in that gang tonight. I can give you a hand tracking down their addresses. Oh, thank you. Uh huh. Something else? Here's what I was talking about. What's this? Sir? In that scramble in the lobby tonight, this little box fell out of one of the kids pockets. One of the ushers picked it up, brought it in to me. Have a look inside, Ben? Uh huh. I don't know too much about it, Sergeant, but I got a hunch. I don't think I made a mistake, ma'. Am. What do you think? No sir, no mistake. It's marijuana. We finished interviewing the theater manager, Clyde Bar, and then we talked to the usher, a Donald Masters, who recovered the small box containing the marijuana from the floor of the lobby. He told us he recognized the young fellow who dropped the box, but he wasn't sure. He said the boy's name was Harold Everson. One of the names which appeared on the list which the theater manager, Mr. Barton had given us. Half an hour later Ben and I located the Everson boys home was a two story frame colonial style house in a better than average section of the area. The boy's father answered the door. A Harold Everson Senior. We told him what we wanted. Little late to be making routine calls, don't you think? People have to get their sleep. Why can't you let it wait until morning? It's not a routine call, Mr. Everson. Like to see your son if he's home. Harry, what do you have to see him about? Well, do you have any idea where your boy spent his time tonight, sir? He said he was going down to the gym, play a little basketball. And he was going to the library. It's a school night. He had studying to do. I think maybe you ought to keep a little closer check on your son, sir. That's not the way we get it. What are you getting at? I trust my boy. He said he was going to the gym and then to the library. He's got no reason to lie about it. They had a minor riot at the neighborhood movie down in West Fridge. Gang of high school kids ran wild and wrecked the place. What's that got to do with Harry? A couple of people recognized him among the gang of kids. They said he did his share of wrecking along with the rest of them. Couldn't be. It's a lie. Harry didn't go to the show tonight. He told me when he got home. He even had his books with him. He spent the night at the library. I'd like to have you take a Look at this, Mr. Everson. Huh? This box here. Would you recognize this at all? Well, yeah. Same kind of box my stomach pills come in. Got a little acid condition in my stomach. I take these pills for it. What's all this have to do with Harry? I'm gonna open the box for you, Mr. Everson. I don't get it. What is this stuff? Someone saw your son drop the box in the lobby of the theater tonight. The box contains marijuana. It's stupid. It couldn't be right. I haven't got that kind of a boy. I know it isn't right. Do you mind if we talk to your son? Maybe he can explain it for us. Just a minute. I'll get him down here. All right, sir. Have a chair if you like. Thank you. Sure. A nice place, huh, Joe? Yeah. Beautiful furniture, isn't it? There's nothing like period furniture. Never goes out a day. Be just as much in style ten years from now as it is today. We better be sure and tagged by Georgia Street Hospital on the way back and see how that kid's doing. You know, the one that was hurt at the show. Oh, yeah. This is my boy, Harry. Officers. Hello, Harry. Hello. How are you, sir? Harry just told me. Officers, he doesn't know what this is. He was at the library like I said. Sure, I was there till they closed. Somebody made a mistake. I wasn't at the show tonight. Harry, do you know Mr. Barton, the man who runs the theater? Yeah, I know him. Well, he swears you were there. Tonight. So does one of the ushers. Who? Boy by the name of Donald Masters. He says he knows you pretty well. I don't know any Donald Masters. You go to the same high school together, son. You're in the same class. I told you, I don't know any Donald Masters. What about this, Harry, huh? This box here. You recognize this? No. What's the matter, son? What is it, Harry? What's wrong with you? Nothing. I don't know whose it is. It's not mine. Was lost in the lobby of the theater tonight. Master says he saw you. Drop it. He's lying. I hate the kid's guts anyway. He's lying. Thought you said you didn't know him. Son, what's wrong with you? What are you shaking for? What kind of a story are you trying to tell? I didn't mean it, Dad. A kid got this stuff for me. I didn't mean to get him. I didn't mean to. Dad. It's beginning to look like I'm the dummy of the family. Take it easy, Mr. Everson. Harry, you're a liar. Kid got this stuff for me. That is the truth. I didn't buy it. You want him downtown, officer? Quite so, Mr. Everson. Like to have you come down with him. Get your clothes on. Go back to your room. Get your clothes on. Okay, dad. Hard to believe, my son using marijuana. I can't tell you how I feel. I'm afraid there's gonna be more folks feeling the same way before this is cleaned up. It'd be different if Harry didn't have a chance. But good home, good training, boys had the best I could give him. Yes. Wife and I, we never thought we had a worry in the world as far as Harry was concerned. Yes, sir. Maybe that's why it happened. Before we left the Everson house, we checked the boy's room and came up with another small box full of marijuana which he'd hidden back in his closet. Besides Everson and his son Harry, more than a half a dozen other teenagers who'd had a part in the theater brawl were rounded up and taken downtown along with their fathers for interrogation. By the time we finished our questioning and the teenagers had finished talking, we had most of the story pieced together. A story that had the parents so amazed that half of them thought the youngsters were making it up. The pattern was familiar enough for us to know that they were telling the truth. Almost two months before, word had gone around among the teenagers in the neighborhood that marijuana, along with various stimulating drugs, was to be had easily and in quantity for anybody who wanted them. Word was passed around that it was the new thing to do, the smart thing to do if you wanted to keep up with the crowd. In questioning the Everson boy, we found that he seemed to know more about the history and operations of the narcotics campaign in the neighborhood than the other boys did. I know one of the guys who first showed up with this stuff named Johnny Demering. He's about my age, 17. I used to know him pretty well. How do you mean? He was the first to show up with his stuff, Harry. What kind of stuff? Marijuana. Some of the other things. You know, yellow jackets, goofballs. More of the kids go for them than they do for marijuana. Do the youngsters know what these goofballs are made of, son? Do they know what they are? It's dope, I guess. Narcotics. The kids get a big kick out of them. I guess that's all they care, miss. Johnny Demering. Does he sell the stuff around the neighborhood, Harry? Yeah, he was the first one. He's got a couple of other kids selling for him now. A couple of them are girls. They sell a lot for him. Johnny makes pretty good money. Yeah, I guess he does. Where does he get the stuff from? You know. No, I wouldn't know that. Someplace downtown. Johnny knows a guy. He's never told anybody where he goes to meet the guy. Nobody ever goes with him. Was Johnny at the show with you tonight? No. He doesn't hang around with the kids much anymore. He's getting a little big time, I think. He's got his own car and good looking girlfriend downtown says he's gonna quit school next month. Mm. Where does Johnny live, son? Can you tell us? I don't know the address right off. I can check it in the phone book for you. How about the kids Johnny gets to sell to stuff. Can you give us their names? Yeah, okay. I think I can remember who they are. You gonna bring Johnny in and talk to him? What's the idea? Yeah. I don't know if you're gonna find him right away. He probably heard about the trouble tonight. Johnny's a pretty smart guy. I don't think you'll find him very easy. I think we'll find him. Nobody knows much about him. He never talks about what he's doing, never tells anybody anything. Pretty smart guy. He told you. How smart was that? Complete statements were taken from each of the youngsters we'd brought in for questioning. And then in practically all cases, they were released into the custody of their Parents pending action by the juvenile court. With the information we had at hand, it took us the better part of four days to round up everybody involved in the narcotics distribution system which had been set up among the teenagers in the neighborhood by 17 year old Johnny Demering. As for the Demering boy himself, he couldn't be found. We checked with his family, his relatives, his friends, all his known associates. We got out a want for him. Then we checked the car that he owned through dmv. We got out a want for that. No sign of the boy. Narcotics detail gave us a hand and got their informants busy trying to track down the source of the dope for which the Demmering boy had been the only neighborhood distributor. We knew it went far beyond him. It reached to the same vicious men who make their money off the hopeless adult drug addict. The same vicious men who today are trying to build a new market for their wares among the young people of this country. Tuesday, April 29, 2:30pm Again right. Juniburo Romero. Oh yeah, Brady. Yeah. Huh? That's right. What's his name? Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Right away. Right, bye. Brady from narcotics. They figured they got our man. The Demmering boy? No, the guy who pushed his stuff to Demmering. His name's Jocko Harris. They found him in the county hospital this morning. Yeah, somebody got a hold of him two nights ago and gave him a good working over. If we're lucky, we'll make it. What do you mean? He's not supposed to last out the day. 2:35pm Ben and I left the office and went immediately to the county hospital where we were allowed to briefly interview the narcotics suspect, Jocko Harris. He was in a critical condition with a fracture of the skull. He gave us a statement in the form of a dying declaration. He admitted being the contact man for 17 year old Johnny Demering. And he admitted also that he had kept the boy supplied with enough narcotics to keep the neighborhood teenage demand for the stuff fully satisfied. Seem like a good kid. Never thought he'd turn. What do you mean? Jocko? How'd he turn? Why do you think I'm here? You mean he's the one who worked you over? Yeah. Where is he? Jocko? Do you know? No. Do you know where he's staying? Do you have any idea at all? No. Stole all my stuff. Every ounce. What was it? Heroin? Yeah. Listen. Yeah, get him fast. He's got enough junk to start a war. You're in a cruiser car of a metropolitan police department. You receive a routine radio call. All units, attention all units pick up and hold for investigation. The following vehicle, 1948 Ford two door sedan. Black, white, sidewall tires. There are many cars that fit this description. You listen for more facts. This car will have extensive damage to right front end. License number 9 Robert 9707 in the seven column. 9 Robert 9707 KMA 367. Now you can pin it down to one. Wednesday, April 30th, 9:00am the hunt for 17 year old Johnny Deming was intensified to our knowledge because of the information we'd gained from narcotics peddler Jocko Harris. The teenage youngster had a large store of high grade heroin which we knew because of his inexperience, he was unaccustomed to dealing with. In his hands, the narcotics immediately became a lethal weapon. We knew that Johnny Deming had only one market to deal in. Only one type of customer. He was acquainted with the teenager in previous transactions. We knew that the youngsters received only a low grade type of narcotic, highly diluted. We knew that if Deming succeeded in dispensing the highly concentrated store that he had on hand and the juvenile customers he served tried it on themselves, it would very likely result in death. 3pm Wednesday. Despite all our efforts, Johnny Demering and the store of high grade narcotics which he'd hijacked from Jocko Harris were still missing. Wednesday, 12 noon. We began rechecking every one of the possible sources that might lead us to the suspect. One of them was the boy's mother, Mrs. Francis Demmering. We talked to her at work. She was employed as a motor graph operator in the mailing department of a large downtown department store. Not since the last time you talked to me, Sergeant. I haven't heard a word from my boy. Nothing at all. Have you heard anything? Well, yes ma', am, in a way. We've got an idea he's still somewhere in the city. That's why we figured come back and talk to you again. Have you been in touch with your relatives in town recently, Ms. Demering? I mean, those that Johnny might possibly contact? Yes. There's just my sister and my mother. Yes, ma'. Am. I guess it just wasn't to be. Right from the start. Johnny's father ran away, you know. Tried my best. After that, never seemed to be enough. Suppose there's no getting away from it. A boy needs a father. Try all you want, they still need a father. Some kind of discipline. Mm. How about the relatives you have out of town, Ms. Demering? Any word from them at all about Johnny? No, Sergeant? Nothing. Would you excuse me, please? This run here is finished. I have to get it off the machine. Sure. Then go right ahead. Yes, terrible thing, Johnny getting mixed up in all this. Seems no matter how you try, it's never enough. Never enough. Do you have any idea at all where Johnny would most likely go in town if he didn't want to be seen, Mrs. Demmering? Where he'd go? No, I wouldn't know that, Sergeant. First place. Johnny's never really been in trouble before. Well, how about Johnny's school friends, ma'? Am? Would there be any one of them he might possibly contact in a jam? None that I haven't told you about before, I don't think. Evelyn? She's the only one I suppose Johnny'd go to if he needed help, if he was in trouble. That's his girlfriend at the high school, isn't it? Evelyn Maxwell? Yes, that's right. Sweet girl. How about a girlfriend Johnny was supposed to have downtown somewhere? Mrs. Damring? Would you know anything about her? Nothing really, no. Name was Betty, I think. You have no idea where she lived downtown? No, I don't, Sergeant. Well, all right, ma'. Am. Thank you very much. Appreciate it. If you'd notify us if you hear anything about your son at all. All right, Sergeant. Thank you. Tomorrow's Johnny's birthday, you know. I meant to tell you. Always expect Johnny home on his birthday. Seems no matter where he is, how he's tied up with his school or sports or something, Johnny always makes it home for his birthday. I see. I wonder how it'll be tomorrow. He's never missed once. Not once. Well, if he shows up, I guess you can count on one thing, ma'. Am. What's that? He's gonna have to miss next year. 2:00pm Ben and I picked up a glass of milk and a hot dog for lunch. And then we continued making a check of Johnny Demering's closest friends. Next in line after his mother was Demering's high school girlfriend, Evelyn Maxford. We located her at her home. A tall, attractive brunette, nicely dressed and well mannered. She seemed unusually nervous as we interviewed her. I haven't heard a word, Sergeant. I know tomorrow's his birthday. His mother's expecting him home. I know he won't come, though. Sure of that? How are you sure, Miss? Well, I just know, that's all. I'd like to ask you again. Yes? Are you sure you haven't heard from Johnny Demering recently? In the past two days or so? No. That's what I told you. Don't you believe me? Do you know why we're so anxious to locate Johnny, Ms. Maxwell? Well, I think so. It's about the narcotics business. You say Johnny had a hand in it. He was selling those things to the kids. I still don't believe it myself. It's a lot more than that, the way it stands now, Ms. Maxwell. What do you mean? Well, when he was at school, Johnny was kept supplied with narcotics by a man named Jocko Harris. He's what we call a pusher. Kind of an in between supply man and the narcotics trade. Well, two nights ago, Johnny caught up with this Harris. He beat him up badly enough to send him to the hospital with a fractured skin. And then Johnny stole every bit of narcotics that Harris had in his room. Some of the strongest stuff you can buy on the market. That's why we want Johnny, Ms. Magsley, I don't think I understand. What does it mean? It means that most of the teenage kids Johnny's been supplying stuff to have been getting fairly weak grades in narcotics. If you get some of this stuff to them and the kids start taking it, it might prove too strong for them. If they take too much of it, it could kill them outright. No. Now you see what we're up against. We've got to find that boy. We gotta find him soon. Couldn't you talk to his mother? Maybe she could tell you something. We already have, Miss. She couldn't tell us anything. That's why we halfway depended on you. Why do they have to put it in my lap? Why does it have to be me? I like Johnny for a while. I don't know what to think now. Well, have you heard from him, Ms. Maxford? Now, there's no reason to be afraid. You'd probably feel a lot worse if something happened to one of the high school kids, wouldn't you, Miss Maxwell? I got a call from him yesterday. Johnny wouldn't tell me where he was. I asked him, but he wouldn't tell me. What else did he say? He knows everybody's looking for him. Doesn't know about the stuff that he stole. Oh, I'm sure of that. He doesn't know what it could do. Did he make any dates with you? Did he want to see you? Yes, he wants to see me. He wants me to meet him tonight. Where? Excuse me. Yes, go ahead. Hello? Yes, But I don't know. I don't really. What? Seven o' clock? All right. Yes. Yes, I'll meet you then. All right. Goodbye. That was Johnny just then. He wanted to make Sure. I was gonna meet him tonight. When? Seven o' clock tonight, right near Westlake Park. Which side, miss? The west side. Sergeant. I hope to God it's not true. What's that? The narcotics he stole from that man. You said they were powerful. Yes, we did. Johnny's been taking him for two days. 6:45pm Together with two other men from Juvenile Bureau, Hurst and Ty. We drove near the appointed spot along the lake in Westlake park where Evelyn Maxford's meeting with the teenage suspect, Johnny Demering, was to take place. We staked out at a reasonable distance and Ms. Maxford went ahead to the meeting spot. As far as we could see, there was no sign of Demering. Somebody on the opposite side of the lake was playing a phonograph. The music came over faintly across the water. We watched the Maxford girl cross the long stretch of grass down to the lake. She approached the shore. We saw her stop and look down. Joe, let's go. Come on. Yep. We ran all the way, as fast as we could get there. When we got close enough, we found out the reason for the scream. He was lying face up on the ground near the edge of a small clump of trees, close to the water. He was a good looking boy. Dark hair, good build. Took only one look and you knew right away he was too young to be dead. You could argue for a week, but you wouldn't change it. He was dead. The girl stood over him, her face in her hands, crying. No marks on the body, Joe. None at all. That must be it, huh? An overdose. It's the way it looks to me. We better get her out of here, hadn't we? Yeah. Ms. Maxford. Come on. Ms. Maxford. Yes, Sergeant. It's all right. It's all right now. We'll have one of the other men drive you home. We can take care of whatever has to be done here. He was a good boy, Sergeant. He was smart. How'd he ever get started in such a thing? How could he ever make such a mistake? Well, he's got the best excuse in the world, miss. He is. He was 17. The story you have just heard was true. The names were changed to protect the innocent. On May 2, a coroner's inquest was held at the county morgue. Hall of Justice, City and County of Los Angeles, State of California. In a moment, the results of that inquest. At the inquest, the coroner's jury ruled that 17 year old John Andrew Demering had administered himself an overdose of narcotics and thus had taken his own life. All others involved in the juvenile narcotics ring, a total of eight persons were tried and convicted under the State Narcotics Act. They received sentences as prescribed by law and are now serving their terms in the state penitentiary. You have just heard Dragnet, a series of authentic cases from official files. Technical advice comes from the office of Chief of Police W.H. parker, Los Angeles Police Department. Stay tuned for counterspy next on NBC. Welcome back. This episode portrays something really interesting that we might struggle to relate to, and that is the degree to which that the people in this neighborhood are just utterly shocked as a seemingly nice neighborhood with good kids and good parents went wrong and seemingly out of nowhere. It's a tragedy, but it feels almost like a sudden disaster. You know, the families are shocked. Jaco Harris was obviously shocked that giving a kid with big ideas drugs didn't go well. And of course, the only reason that Johnny didn't cause a bunch of kids to OD was that he himself OD'd. Today, I think our culture has changed and there are some crimes that might shock us, perhaps depending on where we lived and how we viewed that area, but we don't really have that same shock about many of the things described in this episode. Well, listener comments and feedback now. And we have a couple of from listener who changes his username on Spotify frequently, but we'll go with it. Dr. Whodunit who commented on a couple of episodes of Dragnet. And we start with the big sophomore. The listener writes, to think this is based on real life events is heart wrenching. I honestly feel guilt because in the first 10 minutes I was thinking lock them up. You never know what it's like until you walk in their shoes. Very true. And then on the big in laws rights of all the crimes against a mother in law. This is not the one I was expecting. I don't condone the crime, but I understand the criminal. Thanks so much. Appreciate your comments. 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When there's a chance of somebody getting hurt, you don't want your own men to take any chances. OK. I'll tell Randy Singer it's no go. Sergeant Randy Singer. He's a lieutenant now. 18th Precinct Homicide. Down in New York. That's right. Now, Singer has told us that if we send you down there, you'll cooperate. If you send anyone else. No. And another thing. What's that? There'll be a nice fee in addition to your expense account if you managed to keep this man Wilson alive. Oh. How much? $2,000? $3,000. 2,000? Well. Well, it's been a long time since I've seen Randy Singer. I hope you'll be with us then. In the meantime, send your comments to box 13@greatdetectives.net. follow us on Twitter at Radio Detectives, and check us out on instagram.instagram.com greatdetectives. From Boise, Idaho, this is your host, Adam Graham, signing off.