Let Me Tell You A Story.

jimintoronto

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That is the working title for a book that I am working on. Over the course of my working life I have been involved in a number of different criminal cases, ranging from arson, violent radical political activists, biker gangs, and a 1981 Toronto murder case. Plus some interesting roles as an Ambulance Officer, Private Investigator, a repo man, a security dog trainer, and a small town radio show host.

I will be working with a published Canadian author, who has 4 novels in his catalogue.

Each chapter will be a stand alone story, that I experienced and was involved in. These will be true crime events.

A sample. In 1980, I was employed by Metro Toronto Ambulance as an Ambulance Attendant. My partner was Rick Graham. One night we were sent to a "unknown trouble call " at a high rise motel down by the shore of Lake Ontario, which was called The Seaway Towers. Upon arrival at room 312, Rick and I found 3 men in the room, two of whom were dead of gunshot wounds. The third man was also shot in the head, but he was conscious and able to speak.

It turned out the 3 men were Italian mob guys from Montreal, who had come to Toronto to buy a large amount of near pure heroin. They had a suitcase full of cash. The sellers had shot them, and ripped off the money. We checked the 2 men who weren't breathing, and decided to move the third man to a local hospital. As we were leaving, a Toronto Police SGT arrived. We told him there were 2 obviously dead men in the room. We left headed to St Joes emergency, which was 5 minutes away.

At the ER, the wounded man told Police that he knew the shooters , who were also from Montreal, and he described the probable get away car they might be driving , heading back to Montreal. Toronto Police sent a message to the Ontario Provincial Police, who managed to stop the car, at the last exit before entering Quebec.

About a year later Rick and I were called as Crown witnesses, at the trial of the 3 shooters. The wounded man also testified, and they were convicted and sentenced to twenty years in prison. In a case of irony, the surviving wounded witness was shot and killed later in a bungled bank robbery in Montreal. He was shot and killed by Montreal Police.

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Another Toronto Ambulance call...A really hot summer night in August, heavy thunder storms are sweeping across the city and I'm working the night shift with a new female partner. My regular partner Randy is away on vacation.

We get a call to attend at a house on the South Kingsway, a wealthy suburb in the west side of Toronto. Dispatch says it is a "possible hanging " in the basement apartment of a house. It's raining so hard that the wipers are having a hard time clearing the windscreen. Its dark, about 10 pm when we arrive at the address.

My new female partner is a young woman, who I have never worked with before tonight. This is our first shift together. As the senior attendant, I am driving, and she will be doing the patient care duties. The house is a large 2 story brick structure, and the driveway lights are all on, as I park our Ambulance with the rear doors close to the side entrance door.

The home owner opens the side door, and says that they have just returned from a week long stay at the family cottage on Gull Lake. He thinks that the basement tenant is dead in the basement apartment suite. She has not been seen for at least a week. He describes her as being 23 years old, and she has recently lost her job with a real estate company where she worked in the office. Her family lives in another city 3 hours drive away from Toronto.

There is a set of stairs that lead from the side door to the basement suite. My partner and I walk down the stairs, looking for the light switch to turn the lights on. I have a flash light which I use to search for the light switch. I can't find it. My female partner is close behind me on the stairs as I get to the bottom .

I use my flashlight to illuminate the kitchen which is the first room in the suite. I see a body hanging from a chain which is attached to the ceiling. Its a slender young woman, who is obviously dead, given the lividity on her skin, and the strong smell of decomposition in the enclosed space of the basement. As I am about to say something to my young partner, she starts to laugh.

She says to me..."This is a set up, right ? A way to break me in, right "? She thinks this is all an elaborate joke, on her as a newbie. I said nothing. I took her by the hand and walked her over to where the corpse was hanging, and pressed her hand on the leg of the dead girl. She screamed out loud, as she felt the cold skin. She ran up the stairs and out into the pouring rain storm.

I asked the home owner if I could use their phone to call my dispatcher, to request that the Police and a Coroner attend this address. My dispatch told me that due to a large number of traffic accident calls in the rain storm, the Police response would likely be delayed. He asked if we would stay in place, to maintain the scene, until Police could arrive.

Knowing that we were on a non recorded phone line I said....We aren't doing anything important, so we will "just hang around here ". Dave the dispatcher said... " I never heard you say that Jim ".

Eventually, about 3 hours later, 2 Metro Police detectives from the Hold Up Squad arrived to take over the scene. They were somewhat pissed, because being body sitters was not their usual type of thing. My female partner had locked herself in the Ambulance, and she quit the job later that week. JIMB>
 
Oh, I'm so glad to hear you're doing that book, Jim! I think we had talked about having a book in you a couple of times. I enjoyed these stories and I know you have a ton of them that need to be told. Best of luck with this exciting endeavor! (y)
 
Oh, I'm so glad to hear you're doing that book, Jim! I think we had talked about having a book in you a couple of times. I enjoyed these stories and I know you have a ton of them that need to be told. Best of luck with this exciting endeavor! (y)
Thank you. My self and my co author are just in the very early stages of this project. His previous novels are all about growing up in Toronto, when he was a teenager in the 1970's. They have sold well. My stuff will be more wide spread in terms of the time periods, the characters, and what type of role I was involved in, at the time. All true, with a few name changes to avoid legal entanglements. In the 1981 Toronto homicide case, the killer is still alive, and still in prison, so he will be known by an alias in the book. JIMB>
 
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