By DAVE HAMRICK
Staff Writer
The mood is jovial, almost rowdy, as six officers file into the briefing
room at Fayetteville Police headquarters to prepare for the evening watch.
When a reporter is introduced, they exchange grins that suggest
they're wondering who is going to have to haul this civilian around.
To Sgt. Robert A. Stavenger's announcement that there have been
more 10-119 calls (entering autos) at Fayette County High School, officers point
out that school hasn't even started yet. "It is the band and the football
team," jokes one.
House watch assignments are handed out (officers
routinely check the homes of residents on vacation if requested), and
other routine items are handled, punctuated by jokes and comments.
The most notable item for the night, Stavenger reports, a
resident went to take out the trash last night carrying a .9 mm
handgun ("Must be a tough neighborhood," barks one voice in the room).
He never came back. County units are searching a small wooded
area near his home, thinking there may have been a tragedy. Some
of Fayetteville's off-duty officers are helping out.
There's a description, a vehicle to watch for.
No one announces that the meeting is over, but all six
officers slide their chairs back into place, hitch their equipment belts
and head for their cars as if a whistle had been blown. One by
one, black-and-whites pull out of the parking lot to begin the
evening patrol.
On the road, radio conversations are brief and coded.
Everyone seems to know where to go and what to do without a lot
of instruction. These people have worked together before, it
appears.
"The credit on this shift does not go to me or to Jeffrey
[Lt. Jeffrey Harris, watch commander]," says Sgt.
Stavenger, the one who got stuck hauling the civilian around. "It goes to
these guys. They are so good."
His instructions are simple, said Stavenger. "I told them the
do's and don't's are easy. Do your job and don't get me in trouble,"
he quips with a grin.
He spots a sheriff's brown patrol car with lights flashing,
pulled in behind a rusty red compact in a vacant lot, and pulls in
behind them, uncoiling his 6-foot-two frame and ambling over to talk
to the deputy.
"No brake lights, no i.d.," the deputy tells him. "He says it's
his mother's car." Then he notices the shiny new state
accreditation sticker on Stavenger's patrol car. "Where'd you guys get that?"
While the two wait for confirmation from dispatchers that
the driver is who he says he is and that the car isn't stolen,
Stavenger explains that Fayetteville police recently were accredited by
the Georgia Police Accreditation Commission.
Only 24 police departments statewide are authorized to
display the stickers, which represent hundreds of hours of training
in meticulously written procedures.
When the deputy approaches the car to talk to the
driver, Stavenger quietly walks up from the opposite side. He watches
the driver's hands, resting his own right hand on the butt of
his holstered revolver.
All is well. They let the driver go.
Back on the road, Stavenger explains, "It's really a
family thing." Officers watch each other's backs, and "We break
our necks when they call for help."
In one incident when Stavenger radioed that he had drawn
his weapon on two suspects that witnesses had seen brandishing rifles,
he said it was mere seconds before the air was pierced with
the sound of sirens coming from all directions. "It was the neatest
feeling to stand there and see ten cars just come out of nowhere,"
he said.
While he drives around the city, Stavenger periodically radios
his location, using a short coding system. "R-16" designates the
residential area he is cruising through, "B-16" the business
complex nearby.
A call comes in. Stavenger is asked to make an arrest. A
local retail worker never paid her speeding ticket, and there's a
bench warrant out for her. She made it easy on officers by going down
to the police station and filling out an application for a beer and
wine license, which requires a background check. The warrant
turned up in the routine check.
Seconds after the call comes in, Officer Mike James' voice
comes over the radio. He is nearby. Stavenger grins. "He's gonna
offer to take it." "I can take that if you like," James says. "Told
you these guys were good," Stavenger says.
Both officers go to serve the warrant at the retail store
where the woman works. James explains to her supervisor that it's not
a criminal matter, but she has to be arrested because she didn't
show up in traffic court. They walk the suspect to her car to get her
purse, acting nonchalant. "We try to be as discreet about these kinds
of things as we can," Stavenger says. "There's no reason to
embarrass her or the store."
Procedure says she has to be handcuffed. The officers wait
until the woman is ready to sit down in the patrol car, and quickly slip
a pair of cuffs onto her and drive away.
"They'll probably let her keep her job," says Stavenger, and
it seems to matter to him.
It's a slow day. Not much else happens during a four-hour
ride-along. That's not unusual, says Stavenger. Some days are
busy, some are not. Watch commander Lt. Jeffrey Harris seems
almost apologetic. "Sorry nothing happened," he says.
Two nights later, a bomb threat brings a cacophony of sirens
and profusion of lights. Fire trucks standby at a safe distance as
Lt. Harris and his officers direct traffic around a local restaurant.
A police bomb technician and firefighters search for a bomb or
incendiary device, but they find none.
The bomb threat is a hoax, but officers and firefighters do
their jobs the same as always, not knowing whether the danger is real.
Outside the restaurant, officers are ready to head back out
on patrol. "You should have done your ride-along tonight,"
jokes Harris.