The Homecoming

Twenty-five three things, sergeant Waters. He jumped, and he's gone, it jumped. Where is he? On a leg. Where is it? East 71. You are by transcription in the muster room at the 21st Precinct, the nerve center.

A call is coming through. You will follow the action taken to that call from this minute until the final report is written in the 124 room at the 21st Precinct. Alright, our Senate system's right away.

You just stay there, wait for the office. Yeah, wait right there. Twenty-first precinct. It just lines on a map of the city of New York. Most of the 173,000 people wed into the 9th-10th of the square mile between Fifth Avenue and East River wouldn't know if you asked them that they lived or worked in the twenty-first.

Whether they know it or not, the security of their homes, their persons, and their property is the job of the men of the 21st Precinct. The 21st, 160 patrolmen, 11th sergeants, and four lieutenants of whom I am the boss.

My name is Cronin, Vincent P. Cronin. I am captain and commander of the 21st Precinct. I was doing day duty, 8am to 6pm. When I returned from patrol of the Precinct, at 2pm, the desk officer, Lieutenant Gordon, told me he'd received words from the District Attorney's Office That nine of my men, Sergeant Collins and eight patrolmen,

had been instructed to appear before the New York County Grand Jury at ten the following morning. All the men had been present at the scene when a gang of five safe burglars were apprehended in the act three weeks earlier.

I took the telepath communication, concerning this matter, and went upstairs to the 21st Detective Squad on the second floor. Disgusted with Detective Van Goldman, Van came back down to the must of them. Happened. Yeah, right, what's going on?