Showing posts with label jail break. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jail break. Show all posts

Friday, September 6, 2013



Title: Put it down!
By Author: Martha Martin 

Appearing in issue #37, September 16, 2013

Tag line:  When Sam retired to his basement hideout, he was absolutely positively certain he’d left no clues to his whereabouts!

Police characters:  None.

The gist: A man escapes from the county jail and decides to hide out at his aunt’s house, which was only a mile from the jail.  His plan was to evade the police for one day, and then when the police thought he was long gone, he would steal his aunt’s jewelry and keep running.  Aunt Clara was elderly, lived alone, went out every day to the senior center, he knew where she hid her key, and she had a great dark cellar that she never went down to because the stairs where too steep for her.  So Sam, our escapee, made it to Clara’s house even though he was wearing a bright orange jail jumpsuit.  He had been lucky that no one saw him sprinting through the woods.  When he got to Clara’s house her car was gone, so before he went to the cellar he used the bathroom, making sure to dry out the sink with a paper towel after he washed his hands.  Then he made himself a sandwich of just one slice of ham and one slice of cheese, using two slices of bread from a full loaf, thinking Clara would never miss any of them.  He also took one bottle of water from a carelessly stocked but full shelf.  He went upstairs to the bedroom closet and found old clothes from his late uncle that he felt Clara would never notice were gone so he could change tomorrow when he left.  Then he went down to the basement to make himself comfortable and eat.  He heard Clara come home and turn the television on.  Sam fell asleep.  He woke to the cellar light being turned on and two cops looking at him with guns drawn.  What had been his mistake?

Crime scene:  None really.  

Clues:  He was very careful not to leave any clues…but he forgot one thing.

Suspects:  None. 

Red herrings:   None. 

Solution:  He used the bathroom and made the typical mistake of forgetting to put the seat back down.  When his aunt heard on the local news that her nephew had escaped and then came home to a toilet seat in the upright position, she called the police.

My two cents:  This was delightful.  It moved along quickly.  I never figured out the clue.  At first I thought maybe he had been snoring.  Or that he didn’t throw away the paper towels.  When I read what the clue really was, I laughed out loud. 

 There were no technical problems with this story.  Where I live and work, orange jumpsuits are only given to high risk prisoners so that if they escape they are more easily seen.  Also orange is only used for state prison inmates here.  This guy was in county jail.  But colors and their uses vary from state to state so Sam could very well be in orange at the county jail. I know that some states use orange for ‘reception’ which is where incoming inmates are processed.  Another fact in police work is that the police immediately make contact with the families and girlfriends of these escapees and search their houses and run checks on the phones, but our runner in the above story might not have known that.    So it made sense for him to think he could hide at Aunt Clara’s.  

The title that WW chose to use is pretty much a clue, but it went right over my head as I don't have any men in my house and I didn't even think of the toilet.  Nice job, Ms. Martin.

Friday, January 11, 2013

Turn right at the light
By John M. Floyd

Appearing in January 21, 2013 issue.
For sale date: January 11th

Tag Line:  Angela heard the distress call come in, and she didn’t like the sound of it.  Not one little bit …
The Police: Sheriff Charles Jones, Sally the dispatcher.
Not the police but a regular character: Angela Potts, Sheriff Jones’ former schoolteacher.

Overview:  The sheriff is sent to a fake call to get him away from the jail, where young Jeffy Barrow was currently a guest.
Crime Scene:  The sheriff’s office.
Clues:  The man who made the call identified himself as “Joe Smith”.    He might as well have said Joe Blow.  Joe called for police saying there was a fight on his front lawn.  When asked his address Joe noted that the movie theater located at 216 Oakwood Drive was right across from his house which was 218 Oakwood Drive.  This is not the way lots are numbered in the United States.  (For our UK fans the lots are numbered odd on one side and even on the other.) Joe also told the sheriff to turn right at the light and go straight to reach his property.  The street the sheriff’s office is located on runs east and west and has a stop light at either end.
Red Herrings:  There really are no red herrings in a Sheriff Jones/Angela Potts story.  She always figures it out before the sheriff does.

Solution:  Jeffy’s father made the call to get the sheriff away from the jail so he could break his son out.  Angela Potts realized Joe was giving directions as if he could see which way the cruiser was parked, and also that the house number was wonky.

My two cents:   First let me say that author John Floyd has sold 50 stories to Woman’s World magazine.  His Sheriff Jones/Angela Potts stories are popular.  With that said I will comment that this was not one of John’s stronger stories.  The entire first column, one-fifth of the page, had nothing to do with the mystery but was utilized to introduce us to the characters. 
     In my day job I work around cops, and I know that it is against departmental policy to allow a non-official person to ride in the front seat of a patrol car.  It is an insurance liability.  Yet Ms. Potts hops in and Sheriff Jones lets her.  This is a small town police department with only two law enforcement officers, so things are a bit lax in some areas.  Okay, I can live with that.   
     Normally the dispatcher talks to the callers and then relays the info to the officers, but in this town people call in and talk right to Sheriff Jones, which tells me  that Sheriff Jones knows his town and its citizens.  He should have known there was no “Joe Smith” residence across from the theater.   In addition, we have caller ID on our phones now.  The dispatcher should have been able to see who was actually calling.

Votes:  1 - figured it out
               2 - delightful
               1 - so-so