Car bodies and pistol bullets. Not the first time I have posted this vignette here. Summer of 2003 was mondo-busy at my shop. I had been running my CSI folks ragged all summer long. In mid-August overnight one of our truly lovely thug/drug slingers of note became involved in a misunderstanding while driving his red-primer 1990s Ford Bronco along SR 60 dark & early that morning. This misunderstanding was conducted with one or more 40 S&W pistols. The slugs I recovered from the Bronco's interior were of the FMJ/TC persuasion, and at least 4 of the 10 or so slugs we recovered had likely comparable bore characteristics if the matter went so far as to justify such processes.
Our protagonist had clearly upset someone's apple cart. The penetrations spanned a 270* arc encircling the Bronco--every piece of glass was shattered, including all three mirrors. We used dowel rods to chart the trajectories.......and ran out about 2/3 through the process. The ID trucks and vans carried 24 each. It was quite an impressive picture--it looked for all the world like an oversized porcupine on 3 flat tires, esp. from the left front corner. I can assert with some confidence that 1990s Ford Broncos and F-150s are NOT bulletproof..
Our 'victim' Freddie was circling the drain for a couple days. The consensus view was that Freddie was an NFL Player--Not For Long. The guy was a self-contained and self-propelled crime wave. His passing would go unmourned, but the property detectives had plans of 'Closing by M/O & death of suspect' any number of burglaries and thefts they were carrying. (For this and many other reasons, take FBI UCR crime reporting stats with a grain of salt).
Alas--it was not to be. The strength of human spirit caused Freddie to rally anew, and the doctors who saved him announced that he was ready for interview as victim of attempted murder. I know you all are waiting to hear of how Freddie had an epiphany during his healing process and had decided that his evil ways were wholly wrong--that he would make a clean breast and reveal information leading to the arrest and successful prosecution of his assailants.
So. Not. Happening. I stopped by to take Freddie's statement about this life event. He had no idea how he wound up in the hospital or who had arranged the transport sequence.
"Try again" I encouraged.
"I'm good, Mr. Paine. I'll handle this myself."
Maybe I should have brought flowers--I guess I'll never know. What I DO know--some day the screwball leadership of the world powers will light off a nuclear holocaust that will roast most life forms on this planet instantly. Left alive to roam the cinders and biohazards are the cockroach--the coyote--and the meth zombie/burglar. All are unkillable.