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Crime Fighter: Putting the Bad Guys Out of Business
Crime Fighter: Putting the Bad Guys Out of Business
Author: Maple, Jack / Mitchell, Chris
Edition/Copyright: 1999
ISBN: 0-7679-0554-7
Publisher: Broadway Books
Type: Paperback
Used Print:  $12.75
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It Ain't Over Till the Fat Man's Thin The guy in the suit couldn't have seen what was coming. He was slumped against a wall at the top of a subway staircase at 47th and Broadway, his eyes closed, his tie and collar open, a cardboard party hat fixed with an elastic at the top of his forehead and a gold medallion of some kind draped outside his shirt. The noise of the crowd that night could have lulled any drunken head into a stupor, and that's what looked like had happened here: This George McFly type wasn't hearing the party horns or the noisemakers anymore, the clap-clapping of hoofs on pavement as mounted patrolled the barriers, or even the icy splash of another champagne bottle or wine cooler shattering on the street. He had been swallowed whole by one of the world's most notorious celebrations and was about to be awakened, minutes before the big ball dropped, by a sudden sting at the back of his neck. I started moving toward him--invisible, but with my eyes locked on another man. This one had been eyeing the drunk for several minutes, and he was suddenly surging toward his mark with one hand out and the other hidden underneath his coat. That hidden hand was the reason for alarm, but it kept quiet when the free hand shot out and grabbed the chain, so I waited until the chain's new owner turned and came a couple steps across the sidewalk before I threw my open fist at the spot where the hidden hand had been and hit the thief broadside with my right shoulder. He was built more like a fullback than I'd expected, but I kept driving with my legs the way the high school coaches had taught me, and he fell to the curb under me just as my fingers concluded that only a layer or two of clothing separated them from a familiar casting of steel. "Gun!" I yelled. The shouts of the crowd now turned to screaming as the crook and I rolled around in horseshit and confetti underneath their churning feet. A second crook was already on top of me, and my own pistol was starting to slide up out my waistband into his grasp when Carol Sciannameo jumped onto the pile and pinned my gun against me. The rest of my crew converged from all sides--Vertel Martin, Richie Doran, Julie Ewbanks, Billy Carter, Joe Quirke, Jeff Aiello, Liz Sheridan, Ronnie Pellechia; Jimmy Nuciforo dropped a party horn to pull another lookout down into the manure. In an instant, all three crooks lay prone in the gutter, and the storm of hoofs bearing in on us came from a world moving at a slower speed. "Put away your guns," I told my guys. "Get out your badges and your colors." The spit of the horses sprayed us as their bridles spun them backward in front of us, their riders trying to blink disbelief out of their eyes. We didn't look, I'm sure, like most of the cops they knew. My gray sable hat had come off in the tussle, so as I got to my feet, I felt for the first time the night's cold breath on my almost barren scalp. There was straw stuck in the tangle of my three-inch beard and clinging to my black zip-front sweater, which wrapped a wreath of white Playboy bunny heads just above my waist. Among those who appreciated crookwear, that sweater was the bomb, and I had the matching Playboy bunny shoes to go with it. In our crew, only Officer Jerry Lyons had clearly outdressed me that night, and he had played the role of the drunk vic in the suit, the party hat, and the gold chain. Our merry band vanished as quickly as we had materialized, leading the three prisoners downstairs through a locked gate into an empty subway station and then down to the district for processing. The Mole People had made a good catch, but if we had paused a moment to take a last look around at the scene we'd left up on the street, we might have realized that our profession was being handed another humiliating defeat. It was minutes before midnight, exactly fifteen years before the end of the &

 
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"Maple will leave you cheering as he scores victories over hack police brass, cheap politicians, and most importantly for the rest of us, himself. Book him." -- Dennis Hamill, New York Daily News Columnist, Author of Three Quarters and Throwing 7's "Cops and crooks--nobody knows them better than Jack Maple; and nobody has ever told their story quite like the 'Jackster.' He's been where the truth is stranger than fiction, and The Crime Fighter puts you right beside him." -- William J. Bratton, Former New York City Police Commissioner "Jack Maple is the people's cop. He has spent his life making all our lives safer. It's all in this book. A great read and a manual for policing in the new millennium." -- Terry George and Jim Sheridan, Writers/Directors In the Name of the Father, Some Mother's Son, The Boxer "Jack Maple is this country's outstanding thinker about fighting crime in our cities. Anyone concerned with making our cities safer should read this very important, very practical, and very witty book." -- John F. Timoney, Police Commissioner,Philadelphia Police Department

 
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Beginning in 1993, the number-one strategist in the war against crime was an overweight dandy with a big mouth, a fixture on the celebrity scene at Elaine's restaurant, & worst of all in the eyes of his critics, a former lieutenant in the despised New York City Transit Force -- a subway cop who wore spats & a homburg & drank champagne on ice. But newly appointed Deputy Commissioner Jack Maple was also an extraordinarily tough & brilliant cop, who had risen through the ranks by being relentless, fearless, & clever. As a young officer, he constantly got in trouble for making too many arrests (too much paperwork, said the bosses), & as a transit detective, he pioneered the fabled decoy squad that made the subways safe again in the late 1980s. Most important, Maple had ideas -- ideas that would transform New York City & change the way people think about crime. Maple knew from his twenty years on the force that stopping crime was not the priority of the police -- unbelievable, but true. He was determined to revolutionize how crime is fought -- how cops go after crooks, & how they prevent crime from happening in the first place. And he did. Within two years, the seemingly explosive crime rate was going down -- fast: murders down 50 percent, crime overall by 39 percent. And by 1998, the number of murders in New York City was lower than in 1964! The Crime Fighter tells the reader how crime can & should be attacked. Laced with fascinating, incredible, & often humorous tales of Maple's adventures as a cop, the book is as entertaining as it is informative. Anyone interested in how criminals think & act, & how the police should do their jobs, will devour The Crime Fighter.

 

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