James Pietragallo

He helped him back into the police car. He spit vomit at one of them and smiled. What? One of the cops. And he eventually pleaded guilty to third degree assault. Yeah, that's assault for sure. No, no, not for that, for the pool cue. Oh, they didn't charge him for that on the police officer? I guess not, or they dropped it. He probably pled guilty, so I'm sure that was part of the deal. November 1988. He reported being the victim of a burglary.

Okei. Poliisi vastasi East Side Liquorsissa, jossa John työskenteli, 8.00 aamulla, jossa hän löysi Johnin yläpuolella, jolloin hänellä oli kädet ylöspäin, ja hänellä oli koko rauha. Ja $4249 meni. Uh-oh. Joo. Poliisi huomioi, että John rauhoitti tämän. Hän kertoi poliisille, että valkoinen meni hänelle klubin kanssa, ja hän ei muista mitään.

He just pulled a Goodfellas and walked in. Can you believe this? Truck's gone. He said he regained consciousness at one point and was able to reach the phone to dial 911. And then he just passed out again. He couldn't take it.

Hän onnistui polttoaineistoon ja sanoi, että tämä oli tehtävä. Oli paljon yksinkertaisia kysymyksiä ja jonkinlainen järjestelmä Johnista. John ei ollut seurannut protokollia ja toimittanut paikallista rahaa. Hän ei ollut laittamassa, kuin olisi pitänyt olla. John oli päivän hallitusjohtaja liikunnan paikalla.

Olemme niin kauan päässeet johtajalle, että heidän pitäisi rauhoittaa 4k? Ei vain se, mutta kuinka huono työ on se, että tämä kaveri on johtamassa jotain? Mikä on työntekijäkulma, jota onnistuva tuotantoon? Se on tärkeää, jos tämä on johtajasi.

If that's the guy that you promoted to the best shift in the best position. That's what I mean. It's crazy. He said that he never arrived as early as he did that day, the boss said. What the fuck is that? It's so stupid. The boss said the only way to get cash into the register without damaging it was to know what button to push. Anyway, the cops tried to call John at his home several times afterwards to follow up, but he just had disappeared.

He said, John quit the liquor store shortly after that event, one of the cops said. Four thousand dollars is enough. So where did he go? Where? California. Is that right? I got four grand. I'm moving to California. It's a brand new day. He's going. That stretches like a week and a half there. Even in 89. Two months first and last. Good God.

Hän on 24 ja saattaa jäädä tuohon pysyvän motoon, jossa on sotilaitoja. Hän meni Kaliforniaan työskennellä, jotta hän voisi mennä polttoaineistoon. Täällä on paljon pysyvää.

Ja myöskin myöskin myöhemmin he löytävät paljon asiaa. Kun hän lähti, hän oli syykkäystäjä yhdessä järjestyksessä. Ja myöskin myöskin he löytävät paljon asiaa, joita he halusivat löytää vanhassaan. Kaliforniassa? Kyllä. Hän halusi ottaa lämpöä itseään ja aloittaa uudestaan. Hyvää järjestelmää. Hän saati työtä Schaefer-joulurissa Los Angelesissa. Miksi? Miksi?

Se näyttää, ettei sinäkään tiedä, ettei sinäkään tiedä mitään. Mitä he kirjoittivat kohdallaan, se on lakia. Siellä hän keskusteli naisen nimeltään Nora Lawsonin. Hän ymmärsi, että hän ymmärtäisi, kun hän katsoi julkaisujärjestelmät kohdallaan.

He befriended her under the guise of help in registering his vehicle. Hey, can you help me? Lawson later told the cops that she and John agreed to meet at her house on May 18, 1989 to discuss the procedures for transferring his Colorado license plates to his van in California. Millions of people moved to California. They all figured out how to go to the DMV. Not this guy.

Oh no. Oh no.

but then confessed when the cops came and visited him at the jewelry store days later and searched his home. Also during that search, that's when he's found with property listed as stolen in several Greeley burglaries as well. But the Greeley police never followed up with their own charges, even though now they had proof and could easily charge him. What is going on? On October 10th, 1989, John was convicted of that California burglary and sentenced to, you sir, may fuck off, two years in prison.

He was paroled to Greeley in a year.

So that's how this goes. He got two years and he served 50% of it and was sent back to Colorado. I mean, California is just like, get the fuck out of here then. We don't have to deal with your scumbag ass. Go ahead. So one of his parole officers said that during one of his visits, he and John began discussing an event recently where a body was found somewhere in southern Weld County, about 40 miles south of Greeley. You know, a dead body.

And John said, I don't know why they keep finding bodies. They're not that hard to get rid of. What? And the book says, quote, Pyatt, who is the parole officer, remembered that statement, piqued his interest. I would hope so. You're his fucking parole officer. When your parolee begins talking of disappearing people, you should pay attention to that problem. That one was rather curious. He said, what do you mean? And John said, I don't want to talk about it.

Oh no. You're going to talk about this shit or I'm going to find something to violate you for. I've moved on. Wow. November 14th, 1991. This is when he's seeing Tina about to get married. One year into his parole in Greeley, police called his parole officer saying that they had John on a trespassing charge. So they contact the parole officer.

Police arrived at a Greeley residence on November 14, 1991 to find Brian Christensen leading John, who was dressed in all black, out from behind the house with a broom. Like, get now, scat, like you do like a raccoon hiding behind your garbage cans. I guess there's a girl named Heidi Paul, a woman who was the object of his peeping.

And she said she saw him looking through the windows a week before as well. So somebody saw him and came and shoot him away with a broom. He said, quote, I was just looking for my friend. Yeah, Heidi. So normally, you know, you might knock on a door or call on the phone. I just look in the windows till I find him. That's how I come over to people's houses. I look in every window till I find that man. Till I find him. It's crazy. I missed him.

Must not be here. His friend's name is Doug Smith. Very creative. A nursing student at UNC. He said he had my psych book and I wasn't sure which house was his. So rather than knock on the door, I figured I'd watch women through windows. Police took him home. Later they found out that he was registered as a student at Ames Community College.