TALES FROM THE BLUE LINE 5

I was devastated. It was a warm, Sunday afternoon, in the middle of summer at about 5:00 p.m., Milwaukee time. I was riding around with a man almost twice my age in a dark sedan on Milwaukee’s South Side. We were relatively quiet, with the older man asking me...

Tales From The Blue Line 4

 Milwaukee County Stadium was the modest housing of a major league baseball team, the Milwaukee Brewers. Built in 1953, it initially housed the former Boston Braves, who moved that year to Milwaukee for a cup of coffee, as it were, and then fled town to Atlanta in...

Tales From The Blue Line 3

Carl didn’t like new guys comin’ to the crib. Didn’t like it at all. When I knocked on the door I was expecting to see his brother, Eddie. Carl was too high to deal at night. That’s what my reliable, drug addicted police informant had told me....

Tales From The Blue Line 2

“I’m famous,” the short old woman, wearing a thick scarf and a long, worn out overcoat said. She was standing straight, but leaning slightly against a concrete street light pole. It was dark. It was cold. Too cold outside for an old woman to be standing...

Tales From The Blue Line : #1

This is the first in a new ongoing series of articles by Rob Riley. Rob is a good friend of ours and a retired Milwaukee Police Detective. He’s also the author of a couple great books, PORTRAIT OF MURDER and DEAD LAST with more to come. ~Jon When I review my...