Detective Perrone, who kept with a murder investigation that led to an arrest Thursday.
The investigation had reached a dead end; Detective Chris Perrone needed a break. He looked at the 17-year-old boy sitting in the interview room, another potential eyewitness who claimed he saw nothing. Perrone reached for a long-shot trick — and hoped it would crack open the case.
Officer Eddie Morrone was just starting the morning shift, heading downtown toward Elm Street in his cruiser. He spotted a gray 1997 Honda Civic with two men inside. He wondered: Could that be the stolen car tied to an armed robbery the night before?
After chasing down a suspect in Newhallville, Robert Hayden traced his steps to look for a gun the man might have ditched. Reviewing an apartment complex security video, he saw a woman walk by. He knew her name. He knew where she lives.
Digging through a pile of warrants, Peter Krause came across a kidnapping and assault case more than a year old. He pulled together a package of records so detectives could hit the street to bring the suspect in.
A report came across the palm-sized Motorola radio transmitter on Juan Monzon’s left shoulder: An armed robber was in a car speeding east on Whalley Avenue with a pile of stolen CDs. Monzon hopped on his white Cannondale. He had a hunch where the car might be headed.
Lt. Holly Wasilewski went a year without remembering to conduct a routine pat-down for which she’d been trained — and now she believes she’s paying a personal price.
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(Updated) One image shows armed U.S. marshals surrounding the town of Wounded Knee in 1973. Other photographs offer contemporary portraits of American Indians, tattooed or in traditional dress, in South Dakota and Washington state.
While the content of the pictures — found Wednesday in a driveway in East Rock — is clear, the identity of the photographer was a mystery, until Saturday. That’s when Officer Paul Kenney got a call from photographer Owen Luck, who was looking for his lost photos.
In a dark backyard, Officer Paul Bicki found an empty bucket. He brought it to the driveway nearby, turned it upside down, stood on top. He reached up to a window screen and cut a small hole. Then he felt around — the window was unlocked. He lifted the window.
The cops had a report that a serious crime was brewing inside. Bicki had rung the bell, knocked, tried to locate the landlord. No luck. A supervisor said to go in.
Bicki looked up at the window. It was a good six feet off the ground. In his younger days on this same beat, no question, he could pull himself up and in. Could he now?
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Xander had just jumped over a 7‑foot fence on the trail of a man who escaped from state police. He found himself in an overgrown backyard in Fair Haven in the middle of the night. He stood frozen, his nose fixated on a scent coming from just over the next fence. His partner had his doubts.
Goat leaned into the passenger window of a silver Honda Civic. Someone on the sidewalk whispered to him. Goat abruptly walked away, eyes straight ahead.
Three years ago, Roy Davis wouldn’t have thought much about Goat’s departure. He would have kept driving. But Roy Davis has been to school since then. He’s learned to read the street. So he stopped and checked out the situation. In the end, he discovered 17 bags of crack and had an alleged dealer in custody.
In the pitch-black darkness, Derek Gartner turned down his police radio. He stood silently still, kept his eyes on the adjoining yards. He was betting that the fleeing suspect would return. And he was betting that the man had a gun.
When 36-year-old Gene Trotman, Jr. raised his hand and took the solemn oath to be a New Haven police officer, he completed a journey that took him from cooking at a Waterbury nursing home to walking a beat in the Elm City.
Marco Francia recognized the mini-monster truck. Then he saw the company name plate on the back. As the chase hurtled toward East Haven, he started piecing together the crime.
Upon arriving, investigators found a shell casing. They found a gold ring, a baseball cap, the victim’s jacket, a bag of Popeye’s chicken. Off to the side, away from the scene, Detective Amanda Leyda noticed broken eyeglasses sticking out of the snow.
That looks odd, she thought. Maybe they have something to do with this murder.
Army Special Forces Capt. Bill Gargone had just returned to New Haven’s streets after leading 120 soldiers in an Afghan firefight. He was back to being Officer Gargone. And he found himself on Shelton Avenue wrestling with a felon for a 9 mm Smith & Wesson in the front seat of a moving Chevy Impala.
Goat leaned into the passenger window of a silver Honda Civic. Someone on the sidewalk whispered to him. Goat abruptly walked away, eyes straight ahead.
David Zannelli has the bruises — and the recovered .380 Beretta — to prove it.