The Glass

Twenty-place preaching sergeant waters Yeah, that's right. There was a policeman working over there. What do you want to know for? Well, how is what they're doing concern you? Yeah Yeah Well, you just have to bear up 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 pursuant to that call from this minute until the final report is written in the 124 room at the 21st precinct All right. Yeah, we'll be through there right away. That's all it's possible. Yes, sir. Yeah, welcome.

Twenty-first precinct. It's just lines on a map of the City of New York. 173,000 people wedged into 910th to the square mile between Fifth Avenue and the East River. The security of their homes, their persons, and their property is the job of the men of the 21st precinct.

The 21st. One hundred and sixty patrolmen, eleven sergeants and four lieutenant of whom I'm the boss. My name is Keel. I'm Captain and Commander, the 21st Precinct. I was doing night duty, 4pm to 8am. After I turned out the platoon at midnight, I went into my office to read and sign reports and communications that had piled up.

Meanwhile, the men were taking over their post, and one of them, Patulman Daniel MacRodow, walked over the prescribed route from the station house to Madison Avenue. After relieving Patulman Edward Peralon as a sign post, He began to pry the door for the shops along the avenue.

As he was in the process of this operation, the car in which Sergeant William Waters was riding his recorder, and patrolman Joseph a hern as operator, pulled up to the curb. Okay. Stay in the car while I talk to him.