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<blockquote data-quote="Snattlerake" data-source="post: 4342327" data-attributes="member: 44288"><p>533 N Beebe Wichita, Ks</p><p>On the first night, I rode with a Wichita PD friend of mine I worked with at the Army Reserve center, We had the hoot-owl shift. We no sooner went 10-8 when we received a call to go to 533 N Bebe to act as perimeter security for the crime scene unit and detectives. I remember the address as if it were yesterday. All of the officers kept talking about the "Orchard" and "Orchardites" I later found out the area was called the Orchard because of the street names and the area was well known to the cops. Officer Joe and I drove to the scene and were instructed to keep the teenage kids away from the house and the property in general. I met several of the detectives while there and had great conversations with them. One of them mentioned it was a good thing I wore blue to ride along as I had my grey slacks and a blue sport coat. I thought that was funny because at that time, WPD wore tan and green.</p><p></p><p>Long story short, the owner of the property had the typical wife and 3 kids 10 years ago. He caught his wife coming home after stepping out on him, killed her with a tire iron, buried her in the backyard next to the garage and planted roses. He reported her missing within the respectable time frame and everyone assumed she had just left her family and abandoned her kids.</p><p></p><p>The guy remarries after a few years and again he has the typical family in America, wife and kids.</p><p>After about 10 years, the new wife wants to redo the rose garden so while he’s at work, she yanks out the roses and finds a skeleton. She freaks and calls her husband at work. He drives home and comes clean about his first wife and they both agree to not say any more about it.</p><p></p><p>He goes back to work and she calls the cops and burns him. She didn’t want to be number two I guess.</p><p></p><p>They spent hours exhuming momma and I got to see the process in stages as it happened. Bagging and tagging her clothes, handbag, contents of the bag, sketches and measurements and photographs out the wazoo. It was early morning when we were relieved by another unit and we were starving so we went to breakfast with most of the detectives.</p><p></p><p>The next night out was a crazy night. Officer Joe kept looking at his watch. He said, “It’s 9 oclock, about time for all of the armed robberies to start.” He no sooner said that and , “BEEP BEEP BEEP, Wichita attention all officers, robbery in progress . . .”</p><p></p><p>About 2 am he looked at his watch again, “Now is when all the bars close and the domestics start. “Wichita 453. 453, domestic at . . .”</p><p></p><p>It was also the first time I checked alleys at 45 mph to keep from getting shot.</p><p></p><p>Fun times!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Snattlerake, post: 4342327, member: 44288"] 533 N Beebe Wichita, Ks On the first night, I rode with a Wichita PD friend of mine I worked with at the Army Reserve center, We had the hoot-owl shift. We no sooner went 10-8 when we received a call to go to 533 N Bebe to act as perimeter security for the crime scene unit and detectives. I remember the address as if it were yesterday. All of the officers kept talking about the "Orchard" and "Orchardites" I later found out the area was called the Orchard because of the street names and the area was well known to the cops. Officer Joe and I drove to the scene and were instructed to keep the teenage kids away from the house and the property in general. I met several of the detectives while there and had great conversations with them. One of them mentioned it was a good thing I wore blue to ride along as I had my grey slacks and a blue sport coat. I thought that was funny because at that time, WPD wore tan and green. Long story short, the owner of the property had the typical wife and 3 kids 10 years ago. He caught his wife coming home after stepping out on him, killed her with a tire iron, buried her in the backyard next to the garage and planted roses. He reported her missing within the respectable time frame and everyone assumed she had just left her family and abandoned her kids. The guy remarries after a few years and again he has the typical family in America, wife and kids. After about 10 years, the new wife wants to redo the rose garden so while he’s at work, she yanks out the roses and finds a skeleton. She freaks and calls her husband at work. He drives home and comes clean about his first wife and they both agree to not say any more about it. He goes back to work and she calls the cops and burns him. She didn’t want to be number two I guess. They spent hours exhuming momma and I got to see the process in stages as it happened. Bagging and tagging her clothes, handbag, contents of the bag, sketches and measurements and photographs out the wazoo. It was early morning when we were relieved by another unit and we were starving so we went to breakfast with most of the detectives. The next night out was a crazy night. Officer Joe kept looking at his watch. He said, “It’s 9 oclock, about time for all of the armed robberies to start.” He no sooner said that and , “BEEP BEEP BEEP, Wichita attention all officers, robbery in progress . . .” About 2 am he looked at his watch again, “Now is when all the bars close and the domestics start. “Wichita 453. 453, domestic at . . .” It was also the first time I checked alleys at 45 mph to keep from getting shot. Fun times! [/QUOTE]
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