Stories of a Chicago Police Officer

Being a police officer in a large city like Chicago, you must be prepared for everything. I’ll say categorically right now: you can never be prepared for everything.
The call Murphy responded to was as bizarre as anything right out of a B horror movie. The call was for information for the police. Murph, working alone, responded to the address given and was soon invited into a person’s second-floor apartment. The caller said, “I just came home from work. I won’t even attempt to explain it. I’ll show you.” With that, Murph and the complainant walked into the front room, where he pointed to the ceiling light fixture. The area surrounding the light was stained red from the center out. And what appeared to be blood was dripping from the light puddling on his wooden floor.

Murphy immediately asked who lived upstairs. He was informed that the third-floor occupant was an elderly gentleman. Calling and meeting the building engineer, Murph, after repeated knocks, he soon entered the upstairs apartment. Lying in the middle of the front room was the apartment’s occupant. A quick check of the pulse confirmed he was dead. Backing out of the apartment, Murphy called for his supervisor.
Once on the scene, Murphy re-entered the apartment with the sergeant and began a death investigation. It was revealed that the older man was an alcoholic and apparently drank himself to death, as evidenced by the empty vodka bottles scattered about the apartment. Numerous empty bottles in every room in the apartment. The man eventually fell or lay down and began bleeding from every orifice in his body and bled to death, which explained the blood-colored seepage in the lower apartment’s ceiling.
The body was eventually removed to the coroner’s office, and a Coroner’s Seal was placed on the front and rear doors to prevent entry, thus protecting the deceased’s property until the closest relatives can be notified. The coroner will complete an autopsy to determine a definitive cause of death, rule out any foul play, and release the body to the family for a proper burial.

Police work is a puzzle. Sometimes you’re riding in a boat with beautiful women, and the next call you’re investigating blood dripping from the ceiling.