Up in northeastern PA, there is a Walmart in the country and is served by a small PD. I was called to the store because the 2-man PD was investigating an accident, so the 911 operator called the PSP, which is not the protocol, but we took it anyway to help out the other Blue department.
The manager told me he didn’t stop the man, but he was seen by an employee of pocketing shavers from the mens’ section in drugs. I spoke with the witness and she confirmed what she saw. The manager then handed me a piece of paper with the suspect’s license plate number. I ran the tag and saw that he lived about 8 miles away. I went out to his home and saw the pickup that matched the description of the one he drove to Walmart, so I contacted our barrack’s operator and requested they start a backup. That means no rush, no lights or siren. The man had no priors.
I wanted someone there to support me in case my meeting with him went south. When approaching a house with a suspect in it, if he sees me walking up the walkway, he knows why I’m there and you never know what kind of reaction you’re going to get, we come around to the door from the side the door opens.
The suspect answered the door. We talked and he was nice and accepted responsibility by admitting that he did take 4 razors. He told me a very sad story and I did buy some of what he said, so I made a deal with him. He gives me back the shavers to return and he writes a letter of apology to the store and I see it and mail it. He agreed. I warned him of the consequences and his face turned red and said if he was arrested, his mom would be very disappointed in him. I also told him, we don’t want to come back here because next time, it may not be so nice. He agreed and thanked me.
I’m not going to make a guy that has next to nothing and drives an old pickup pay a $500 fine and possibly spend 15 days or more in jail, even though he would have been eligible for work release. My barrack’s Sgt. agreed with the way I handled it. The shavers were returned. To me, we call that “small potatoes.” About a week later, he returned to the barracks and dropped off his letter. When I came into the barracks, the letter was in my slot. I read it and sent it. Sorry for the long post.