The Surety

Twenty-five three feet, Sergeant Waters. Yeah, all right. I've got an alarm for you. Okay. The 1952 Chevrolet heart top painted two tall greens. Pennsylvania legislation unknown. You are by transcription in the muster room of the 21st Precinct, the nerve center.

A call is coming through. You will follow the action taken pursuant to that call from this minute until the final report is written in the 124 room at the 21st Precinct. All right. Let me know if you did on your post.

The car was driven by such banks and an armed robbery. OK. 21st Precinct. It just lines on a map of the city of New York. Most of the 173,000 people wedged into the 910th of the square mile between Fifth Avenue and the East River wouldn't know if you asked them that they lived or worked

in the 21st. Whether they know it or not, the security of their homes their first reason their property is the job of the men of the 21st Precinct. The 21st, 160 patrolman, 11th sergeant and 4 lieutenants of whom I'm the boss.

My name is Canelli, Frank Canelli. I'm Captain in command of the 21st. I was working my night tour, 4 p.m. to 8 a.m. Before midnight it had been a busy night in the precinct. There had been a mugging, a bad wreck on Fifth Avenue, and an armed robbery at a bar in Grille on Lexington.

After I'd turned out to platoon for the late tour at 12, things glided down. I went out on patrol in Pecchicon number three with patrolman Pharrell as operators. After touring the northern end of the precinct to inspect patrol conditions, at 1 10 AM I instructed patrolman Pharrell to head downtown on Fifth.