The two following stories from the police blotter in this week's Brooklyn Paper make one wonder why police patrols — especially in the North Heights — appear to be so few and far between:
Brooklyn Paper: Drugged Out Robber: The thief promised he meant no harm, but just needed enough money to buy drugs so he could stop the pain of withdrawal.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you,” he said as he grabbed a 33-year-old woman on the corner of Orange and Henry streets, around 9 pm on April 16. “I just need something. I’m dope sick.”
The woman handed over $40 and the addict shuffled off. She described him as a white Hispanic man, age 22, with a goatee, 6-foot-2 and 180-pounds, in a grey windbreaker, blue jeans, and a black hat. But she was not able to find him in the police’s photo books…
Gunman Strikes: A man who may have had a gun followed a woman into her Willow Street apartment and robbed her at 11:30 am on April 16, police said.
The stranger followed the woman into her building, between Cranberry and Orange streets, trailed her upstairs and, when she started to enter her unit, told her he knew someone who lived there. She told him that’s impossible, since she lives alone.
“Just give me $20,” the thief then insisted. When she turned over the cash, the perp started to walk away, only to return and snatch her pocketbook, too.
“I’ll shoot you,” he said as he ran off.
The woman lost $50, various credit cards and her driver’s license. She described the robber as a 5-foot-9, 180-pound black man, with a goatee, a gray jacket, sweatpants and a black cap.
