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Mr. Blog, P.I.

28 Feb

February 28, 2021

Longtime readers of this blog who have not yet unsubscribed know that Mr. Blog has at various times been employed as a teacher, part-time pickle salesman, agent of a Company I Am not allowed to name, and now as a private investigator.

I handle insurance cases for corporate clients, mostly, but also do work for New York City and State. In my years as a PI I have read autopsy reports, submitted Freedom of Information Requests, and watched surveillance footage of a mechanic getting mooned. (It was even funnier than you think.)

Confidentiality requires that I do not name names or keep personal video, or trust me, that mooned mechanic would have been all over the internet.  

About a year and a half ago I handled a construction claim where the claimant alleged injury while hauling debris down a ramp. Typical construction WC claim (Workers Compensation). As DoF (Director of Field Operations for my company) I had my investigators interview the insured owner, take witness statements, obtain photos and measurements of the ramp and equipment in question, obtain surveillance footage of the accident (in this case, no video cameras were on site) and get all pertinent documents- leases, COI (certificate of insurance), accident reports, etc.

It sounds simple and it should be, but factor in lack of cooperation since no company owner ever seems to think they need to speak to us despite our being there to defend them, and this can drag on for months. This case was completed in about 6 weeks. I filed two reports and it was over, on my end. On the insurance company’s end, cases like this drag on for (on average) two to six years. If the claimant has no identification or documentation, or the insured company has kept no records, both being common in construction, it can go on and on.

So that was 2019. Last week, I was forwarded an anonymous tip in this matter. It alleged (I will use generalities, no specifics) that the injured party in that old accident case was a major drug dealer who flew on a certain airline to certain cities to get drugs and bring them to New York. The email listed specific cities and months of travel and detailed the way this person funneled money though various accounts to buy the drugs. The anonymous tipster said that the claimant was lying about getting hurt and had faked injuries before to get money to buy “huge” amounts of drugs. It suggested that we subpoena his travel records and bank accounts.

OK.

(FYI, I cannot subpoena anything. Common misconceptions are that a PI can subpoena anything- we can serve subpoenas and write them on behalf of others, but not for ourselves- and that we can obtain ambulance records, 911 calls and medical records. We cannot. Those require HIPPA authorizations from the patient.)

I spoke with the insurance carrier who asked me if I could verify the facts of the email. I told her no, not the specifics, but we would delve into his background and see what we can find. (Background searches are fairly common in accident cases, but we had not done one in this case as it wasn’t necessary.)

It took awhile to pinpoint the correct person since it isn’t as easy as searching a name. You need pedigree info and we had very little but once we found the correct individual, here’s what we found:

The subject was the subject of a Federal sting operation and he was caught bringing very, very large amounts of cocaine to New York from other states. He had a long record of violent drug offenses and spent a lot of time in prison. He was also very litigious, suing the NYPD and the Police Commissioner for false arrest. One news article quoted him as complaining about the food in prison. So no, I reported, we can’t verify the specific facts of the email but generally, yes, this was (and I quote from my verbal report) “one bad dude.”

After careful consideration, the lawyer I consulted with from the insurance company asked me if I could set up a fake drug buy.

No, I replied. No

I wrote up my report and billed it out, as any good private investigator would.

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I was there to buy drugs?

16 Oct

October 16, 2013

ME: “Drugs? You think I’m buying drugs???? I don’t do drugs! Give me a drug test!”
OFFICER: “I’m not giving you a damn drug test. License and registration.”

How did it come to this?

As longtime readers may know, I live in Brooklyn New York (home of lots of hipsters) but the Company I Am employed by is based in Garden City Long Island (home of the guy who shot somebody at the Roosevelt Field Mall last week) so I have a long commute. In the morning it can take anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour and a half. In the evening, it can take anywhere from an hour to ∞.

So I had a really long day and I was driving on the Southern State Parkway and I realized that I was starting to nod off, not a good thing to do when you’re driving. I knew I couldn’t go on like that (well actually I could, just not for long or in a way that would end well)  so I decided to get off the highway. I did not just pull off alongside the road. I remember how well that turned out for Michael Jordan’s father.

I got off at the next exit and once I was off the highway I was in a fairly nice residential area. There was an empty parking spot off a corner and I pulled in, leaned back the seat, and did not close my eyes. What am I, crazy, sleeping in my car like a hobo? (A hobo with a 2013 Subaru?) I leaned back, turned up the radio, and pulled out my iPod and played Plants vs. Zombies. All I needed was to relax for 10 minutes.

Ten minutes later, feeling a little better, I pulled the seat forward and pulled out of the spot. As soon as I did, I noticed a police car pull out from behind a clump of bushes and fall in right behind me. OK, that was weird, but I had no idea  he had any interest in me. So here I am, driving in some strange Long Island neighborhood where the streets meander and turn on themselves and I had no clue how to get back to the highway.

Actually, I knew exactly how to get back to the highway: make a U-turn and go back the way I came. But with the police cruiser, um, cruising behind me (forgive me for that lapse of creative writing) no way was I going to make a U-turn. I pulled over to make a call to my girlfriend and wait for the cops to pass by.

But they didn’t.

As soon as I pulled over the cops flashed their lights and told me to turn off the engine. I did so, rolled down the window, and put my hands on the steering wheel.

The cop started off bellowing and managed to get even louder as this went on.

“What are you doing here?”

I explained how I was tired, pulled off the highway, rested, and now I’m going home.

“Where do you live?”
“Brooklyn.”
“You live in Brooklyn but you come here to buy drugs?”
“What???”

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Remember, the cop’s half of the “conversation” was at about the decibels of a jet engine with a serious defect.

“Did you know that you parked in the biggest drug-buying corner of Long Island”
No I did not. “Drugs? You think I’m buying drugs???? I don’t do drugs! Give me a drug test!”
“I’m not giving you a damn drug test. License and registration.”

Until this point I wasn’t worried, not a bit nervous. No matter how much he yelled at me, I knew there was zero evidence I did anything wrong because- brace yourself- I did nothing wrong. There was no reason for him to issue me a ticket, let alone arrest me.

So I reached into my wallet, took out my license and
and
and
and I didn’t have my registration. My girlfriend had borrowed my car last week and she still had the registration.

Now I was worried. I gave the license to the officer, told him I didn’t have my registration, and offered to show him the insurance card.

He took the license and I braced myself to hear “get out of the car.” I was sure he was going to only give me a ticket non-registration but I was also sure he would try to scare me some more first.

But he didn’t. He gave me my license back and told me to “buy your drugs in Brooklyn.”

He also told me I could never go back to his town again. He followed me back to the highway, which I found only by sheer luck. He literally ran me out of town!

Two things saved me. One, when I took out my license, I very conspicuously flashed my NYC Detective’s Endowment Association card, which, take it from me, gets twice the respect of a PBA card, and two, on my jacket was my 911 Memorial police badge pin, which I was wearing on the side facing him.

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So he knew he wasn’t going to give me a ticket- which he had every right to do since I had no registration- but he had to save face so he just kept on bellowing.

All in all it was an interesting ten minute rest.

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