Speaking of major crime...
This weekend I played a small role in having a fugitive extradited to the US.
Since I didn't get a chance to finish my Morning Pages today, this entry will have to suffice.
Lise and I were supposed to go visit a friend in Cincinnati for New Year's Eve but these plans were cancelled at the last minute. Since we were already packed, we decided to drive a few hours down the 401 and go visit her middle brother's place where the rest of Lise's family would be gathering.
Although we arrived just before supper, they were very happy to see us and put a couple more spuds in the pot for us. After supper, they were expecting a visit from Lise's sister-in-law's sister and her new boyfriend. Lise and I had met him a couple of months earlier when we were visiting for Thanksgiving. My impression was that he was a not-too-bright, first-class bullshitter. The rest of the family had their reservations about him so we were glad that Lise's oldest brother was there to meet this guy and scope him out.
Lise's oldest brother is ex-military police and is a specialist in surveillence and criminal investigations. When we first met “the boyfriend” he regaled us with fantastic stories of his military career as a US Navy Seal and his glorious action-packed covert missions. (yeah, right...) Any good lie has to be mixed with a bit of truth to even be the slightest bit palatable and “the boyfriend” was a skilled bullshitter. Being the type of people Lise's family are, and despite their disquiet, they wanted to give the guy the benefit of the doubt so nobody called him on his stories. Besides, when I guy is sitting at your Thanksgiving dinner table describing to all and sundry the ten most effective ways to kill your enemy, you tend to want to tread lightly, hurry the desert and call it an early night. This time though, we all knew that Lise's oldest brother would be able to get to the bottom of things.
Almost from the moment “the boyfriend” arrived he began telling tales and as Lise's oldest brother started his colloquially couched queries, I began to grin like the Cheshire Cat. At one point in the exchange Lise's brother had had enough and announced to “the boyfriend” that he was a criminal investigator. The idiot didn't back down and continued with his outlandish stories all the while committing one of the most heinous of crimes - mixing 18 year old whiskey with Pepsi cola.
When “the boyfriend” finally left, Lise's brother confirmed that all the stories were simply that – stories and that “the boyfriend” was probably sociopathic and not to be trusted. Lise's brother said he wouldn't be surprised if “the boyfriend” wasn't listed on America's Most Wanted.
At this point Lise's sister-in-law said that she had been so concerned about the veracity of “the boyfriend's” tales that she had tried to Google him to find any information about him. I then grabbed my laptop and started searching. On a lark, we looked at the America's Most Wanted site and the FBI site but “the boyfriend” was not listed there. Lise's sister-in-law asked if there was not anything that could be done to get this guy away from her sister.
Lise's oldest brother said that without some concrete evidence that he had done anything wrong or was perhaps illegally in the country, the police couldn't arrest someone just because he was a liar and we all had a bad feeling about him. Shucks, if the cops could do that, prisons would be full of politicians. As this conversation carried on, I continued intently clicking away on my computer, finally looked up and said, “Evidence – hmm, will this do?”
“The boyfriend” was stupid enough to tell us him real name and that he was from Florida. With that bit of info I found him listed on the Florida Department of Corrections' Sexual Offender Registry. I turned the laptop's screen around to display “the boyfriend's” registry photo and Lise's sister-in-law just about shouted, “My God that's him!”
I clicked a few more keys and discovered a few rather significant details: “The boyfriend” is a registered sexual predator who has been convicted on multiple felony charges for lewd and lacivious acts on a child under the age of 16 as well as multiple misdemeanor charges for indecent exposure. He is listed as absconded from the registry which means that the State of Florida doesn't know where he is and probably wants to.
I printed off the info and Lise's oldest brother put his jacket on and drove over to the police station. The police called down to Jacksonville, Florida and sure enough, there was a warrant out for “the boyfriend's” arrest. As a matter of fact, the State of Florida was so keenly interested in the whereabouts of this guy that they woke somebody up to fax the warrant to Canada and are sending officers up here to escort him back to the Sunshine State. The police here quickly assembled a squad of 5 five officers and took “the boyfriend” into custody. He is now chilling his heels in the Elgin Middlesex Detention Centre awaiting extradition to Florida.
Here's how the story was reported in today's paper:
Alert citizen helps nab U.S. sex suspect
I'll have more to say about this tomorrow but it's been a long two days and I'm exhausted.
Since I didn't get a chance to finish my Morning Pages today, this entry will have to suffice.
Lise and I were supposed to go visit a friend in Cincinnati for New Year's Eve but these plans were cancelled at the last minute. Since we were already packed, we decided to drive a few hours down the 401 and go visit her middle brother's place where the rest of Lise's family would be gathering.
Although we arrived just before supper, they were very happy to see us and put a couple more spuds in the pot for us. After supper, they were expecting a visit from Lise's sister-in-law's sister and her new boyfriend. Lise and I had met him a couple of months earlier when we were visiting for Thanksgiving. My impression was that he was a not-too-bright, first-class bullshitter. The rest of the family had their reservations about him so we were glad that Lise's oldest brother was there to meet this guy and scope him out.
Lise's oldest brother is ex-military police and is a specialist in surveillence and criminal investigations. When we first met “the boyfriend” he regaled us with fantastic stories of his military career as a US Navy Seal and his glorious action-packed covert missions. (yeah, right...) Any good lie has to be mixed with a bit of truth to even be the slightest bit palatable and “the boyfriend” was a skilled bullshitter. Being the type of people Lise's family are, and despite their disquiet, they wanted to give the guy the benefit of the doubt so nobody called him on his stories. Besides, when I guy is sitting at your Thanksgiving dinner table describing to all and sundry the ten most effective ways to kill your enemy, you tend to want to tread lightly, hurry the desert and call it an early night. This time though, we all knew that Lise's oldest brother would be able to get to the bottom of things.
Almost from the moment “the boyfriend” arrived he began telling tales and as Lise's oldest brother started his colloquially couched queries, I began to grin like the Cheshire Cat. At one point in the exchange Lise's brother had had enough and announced to “the boyfriend” that he was a criminal investigator. The idiot didn't back down and continued with his outlandish stories all the while committing one of the most heinous of crimes - mixing 18 year old whiskey with Pepsi cola.
When “the boyfriend” finally left, Lise's brother confirmed that all the stories were simply that – stories and that “the boyfriend” was probably sociopathic and not to be trusted. Lise's brother said he wouldn't be surprised if “the boyfriend” wasn't listed on America's Most Wanted.
At this point Lise's sister-in-law said that she had been so concerned about the veracity of “the boyfriend's” tales that she had tried to Google him to find any information about him. I then grabbed my laptop and started searching. On a lark, we looked at the America's Most Wanted site and the FBI site but “the boyfriend” was not listed there. Lise's sister-in-law asked if there was not anything that could be done to get this guy away from her sister.
Lise's oldest brother said that without some concrete evidence that he had done anything wrong or was perhaps illegally in the country, the police couldn't arrest someone just because he was a liar and we all had a bad feeling about him. Shucks, if the cops could do that, prisons would be full of politicians. As this conversation carried on, I continued intently clicking away on my computer, finally looked up and said, “Evidence – hmm, will this do?”
“The boyfriend” was stupid enough to tell us him real name and that he was from Florida. With that bit of info I found him listed on the Florida Department of Corrections' Sexual Offender Registry. I turned the laptop's screen around to display “the boyfriend's” registry photo and Lise's sister-in-law just about shouted, “My God that's him!”
I clicked a few more keys and discovered a few rather significant details: “The boyfriend” is a registered sexual predator who has been convicted on multiple felony charges for lewd and lacivious acts on a child under the age of 16 as well as multiple misdemeanor charges for indecent exposure. He is listed as absconded from the registry which means that the State of Florida doesn't know where he is and probably wants to.
I printed off the info and Lise's oldest brother put his jacket on and drove over to the police station. The police called down to Jacksonville, Florida and sure enough, there was a warrant out for “the boyfriend's” arrest. As a matter of fact, the State of Florida was so keenly interested in the whereabouts of this guy that they woke somebody up to fax the warrant to Canada and are sending officers up here to escort him back to the Sunshine State. The police here quickly assembled a squad of 5 five officers and took “the boyfriend” into custody. He is now chilling his heels in the Elgin Middlesex Detention Centre awaiting extradition to Florida.
Here's how the story was reported in today's paper:
Alert citizen helps nab U.S. sex suspect
I'll have more to say about this tomorrow but it's been a long two days and I'm exhausted.
