The Job

When you been in the business long as I been in the business
You realize evil stands close to your shadow
But because of the job and the memory of Bob
I’m always prepared for the battle

When you been in the business long as I been in the business
Your heart becomes wrapped in a shroud
Still I cry for small children, but try not to feel it
I’m a man strong, giving and proud

When I walk through the dark
I’ve got my hand on my gun
I hope for the worst
and maybe a few minutes of fun

Ah, you think that I’m sick
Maybe you’re right, or then, not
My addiction is to risk
It makes my senses white hot

When you been in the business long as I been in the business
You can’t ignore anyone’s shadow
But because of the job or just the sound of a sob
I’m always prepared for the battle

When you been in the business long as I been in the business
Your heart takes the form of granite
You see death and sorrow and hope there’s tomorrow
To fix another small piece of this planet

If not for good cops
Some folk would have little chance
To live their life safely
To enjoy song or a dance

If not for good cops
Who’d find your missing baby?
Who’d protect you from evil?
Your brother-in-law? Maybe

When you been in the business long as I been in the business
The shadow no longer creates fear
The dark is your friend and the dark is the end
To the horrors that always appear

When you been in the business and you know that the business
becomes a toxin that flows through your veins
You obsess about crime and that changes your mind
The way you think about punishment and pain

So now that the business has impacted your night
And I’ve saved you from the pain of the devil
Don’t thank me, don’t spank me, and quite frankly
Just get your freaking life back on level

Cops and Robbers

Do you believe in Karma? Do you believe in the possibility that the paths of two persons are destined to cross? I don’t know if I do. I’ve been a cop for over thirty years and, through those years, I’ve had the opportunity to taste evil. You may say, what a strange choice of words, opportunity. Understand that a good cop requires his dance with the devil. The Re-Killing of Greyeyes, The Trilogy of a Single Death is a true story about murder with an amazing and magical discovery.

In October, 1979, on the same night that I graduated from the Utah Police Academy, Marilyn Greyeyes left a party alone. Two days later her nude, horribly mutilated body, was discovered on a barren hilltop by two little girls. During the autopsy, the Medical Examiner found a small piece of metal in her brain matter that nobody could identify. Five years later I picked up that piece of metal and recognized it to be a broken trigger guard from a gun. I just needed to find the gun.

Finding the gun that matched that trigger guard was like trying to find the car that matched the hub cap found in the middle of the road, only harder. People don’t throw cars away or destroy them when they lose a hub cap.

I found that gun. Through my investigation I learned that the gun was involved in the deaths of two people. The gun was stolen three times, twice in the same week. I solved every theft and eventually put it in the hands of the man who killed Marilyn. In 1985, I arrested and booked Marilyn’s murderer into jail.

In 1986, the Prosecutor who had filed the murder charges lost his battle for the Salt Lake County Attorney’s Office. He was transferred to Juvenile Court and this case was dismissed.
This story is a must read for every person who enjoys a good crime drama. The story behind the gun is truly unbelievable, unbelievable but true. I realize that its an old story, but so am I. I realize that the murderer was never convicted of his crime, but guess what? That’s life. Still, in my life I’ve had the opportunity to experience failures nobody should ever know. Now that you know, experience with me my failure. I truly believe this is an important, interesting story about hope, truth, justice and injustice.