![]() ![]() But awful as the crimes of man can be-and in my sixteen years on the police force, I've seen more blood and gore than you could ever imagine-they're not the only evil that intensifies on October 31. ![]() We race from one crime scene to the next, our sirens screaming, locking up the animals who prey on children as fast as we can. At the Forty-sixth Precinct in the South Bronx, where I work as a sergeant, the 911 calls start pouring in. After I became a cop, patrolling dangerous public housing projects, I saw another side of this holiday: Every pervert and nutjob in New York thinks it's suddenly open season on kids. It wasn't always this way: When I was a child, I liked to dress up and collect candy from the neighbors and when I was a little older, I was one of those guys who would go out with eggs and shaving cream, ready for a night of nasty fun. ![]()
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