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Journal of A Chicago Northshore Police Officer
Chapter 87
Peeping Tom Finally Busted
Based on a true story, all names and addresses are fictitious except police officers.
See Chapter 42 for the first part of this story.
We had been watching Thomas Blackmore for over two years and were unable to catch him dirty. Now, finally after he is no longer a juvenile we had him.
I had worked numerous hours over the past two years as had my partner, Officer Ron Massman in a special detail, going undercover and working long hours, with nil results. We were paid for the first three months or so, then we were advised to drop the surveillance, as it was cutting into the budget. We did, but for only for a short time. After obtaining permission from the Chief, we started the undercover surveillance once again. The only difference was, this time we were not being paid. We volunteered our time. We would work a few nights a week, sometimes up to three hours or more. We never worked together unless we had a hot tip. The best times to be out and watching for Thomas was nine o'clock in the evening until midnight, or five-thirty until seven in the morning. Not the best hours to be working for nothing, but those were the hours that he performed his peeping acts and had been seen entering homes. Up until this moment we had never caught him in the act, or had a witness been able to positively identify him.
Officer Ron Massman had been on duty and was patrolling in his squad less than 100 yards from Thomas Blackmore's residence when he saw a young white female running down the street screaming for help. He pulled up to her location and exited the squad. She was shaking and terrified as the officer attempted to comfort her, and to ascertain what had happened. As he looked at the young girl of 18 years, he saw a reflection of a white male a short distance away through the headlights of the squad. The subject looked very much like Thomas Blackmore. For Officer Massman, it was like looking at him in broad daylight. Thomas had been in the officer's cross-hair sights for too many years, not to recognize him now.
"I was just assaulted." Finally the girl, Jean Shivers had gotten herself together and was able to tell Officer Massman what had happened.
Thomas Blackmore had invited her to his residence earlier in the evening under the pretext that he was having a small party for a few of his friends. When they arrived the house was deserted, and she soon found out that the two of them were the only ones coming to the party. At first she thought it was cute how he had coned her into going with him. But, his whole personality soon changed once she knew that they were alone. She had met him at school and thought he was cute, and perhaps a little shy. There was no way she could have known about his warped and twisted thoughts and what he had planned for her. Nor could she have known about his past history in the village and the strange acts that he had been performing during the nights and early morning hours.
Thomas Blackmore had arrived in our village a few years earlier, and we were forewarned by another police department south of Chicago. We can not go into any details as to what happened in that village, due to him being a juvenile at the time.
Only as to what we have had happen since his arrival and can only discuss things that are alleged to have been done by him.* See chapter 42 for more in detail information about the subject, Thomas Blackmore.
After Jean and Thomas entered the residence and saw that no one was home, she was given a tour. Still thinking that they were early, she thought nothing about taking the tour. After all, Jean lived in a small apartment in Palatine Illinois and had come from a poor family that was living in Chicago. She was very impressed with the three story stone house, with six bedrooms, five bathrooms and an inside swimming pool off of the kitchen on the first floor. This was a house that she could only dream about, let alone be a guest of the owner's son. She felt like pinching herself, if she could have only known how those very thoughts were going to play a role into her visit of the mansion.
Thomas was a perfect gentleman, although he was acting a little nervous, Jean did not feel that she was in any danger being in the house alone with him. When Thomas offered her a drink, she agreed. They were adults, her being eighteen and Thomas almost nineteen why not, certainly one drink wouldn't hurt anything. She thought to herself. After taking a few sips of her Vodka and orange juice, Thomas grabbed her hand and asked her if she wanted to see his parents room. It was the grand room of the house and everyone was impressed when they saw it. His mother always made a special thing out of taking visitors through the residence and would never fail to show her room off to them.
Again, Jean feeling at ease with Thomas, joined him as they walked up the beautiful winding staircase to the second floor. She was just awl struck as she walked up the staircase, seeing the paintings and prints on the wall. "Wow, oh wow." She said out loud. They reached the second floor and went directly to the special room. It was a sight to behold. Jean had not seen anything like it. It was beautiful, with a marble fireplace, a large king size four poster bed with a canopy covering in pink lace, thick soft wall to wall carpeting, huge walk-in closets and a bathroom bigger than most family rooms that Jean had visited. It was like a dream, like Alice in wonderland.
Then Thomas went into action. "Hey wanna sit on the bed? It is unbelievably soft." He was getting brave at this point. "Sure, oh wow." Jean answered. She sat on the side of the bed and could not believe how it felt. "I can't imagine how it would feel to have a bed like this." She said. Thomas sat down next to her and put his arm around her. She really didn't mind after all, he had been real nice to her all night and she thought that he was cute. Thomas leaned over and gave her a quick and hard kiss on the mouth. This was the first time he had ever kissed a girl before. He really didn't know how. She was a little taken back from his kiss and felt threatened.
"I think maybe we should go back down stairs now." She said to Thomas. Thomas was a strong young man and had enough strength to overpower two men his size.
Thomas pushed Jean back onto the bed and started to fondle her breasts. She fought him, but he was too strong. He removed her clothing down to her underwear. He then stripped off his clothing and straddled her as she lay on her back. He then did the unthinkable. He reached over and picked up a pair of pliers from on top of one of the side tables. He took the pliers and placed one of the nipples of her breast in between the teeth and started to pull. She screamed in pain. Then he went to the other breast and repeated the act, causing her to scream again. He was becoming very aroused by her screaming. Then he moved up onto her chest and straddled her sitting on his knees. His torso only inches away from her face. "Now I want you to stick your finger in my ass." He said. "No, no I will not, get off of me. Stop this stop it now!" She had finally given him a command to stop it and to get off of her. She wanted no more of his games. He became very angry and repeated his command, "Stick your finger in there now, or I will hurt you, even more." She did not do as he requested. He then grabbed a hold of her arm and pulled it around behind his back, placing her hand next to his ass. He then placed her finger between the jaws of the pliers and pressed down hard. He pressed down so hard; her finger started to bleed. She took her right hand and grabbed hold of his testicles, caressing them ever so gently. When Thomas felt her hand on his testicles he released her other hand, and stopped the clamping of her finger with the tool. When he released her left hand she moved it up to the front of his torso and placed it onto his other testicle. Thomas had never had a woman before and did not know what to expect, but he liked the idea of a woman holding his testicles in her hands and he relaxed. As soon as Jean felt him relax she squeezed as hard as she could with both of her hands. Thomas was so much in pain, he felt back off of her and rolled onto the floor, rolling up into a ball. He could not move, he felt like her was going to pass out.
Jean rolled off of the bed taking her clothes with her. She ran down the staircase and when she saw that Thomas was not following her, she took the extra time to dress. She was next to the front door and felt that she could get out of the house quickly, should Thomas make a move towards her.
She then opened the door and ran out into the street, calling for help. That is when Officer Massman saw her and came to her aid. Thomas was observed through the reflection of the bright headlights from the squad as Officer Massman looked past and over the shoulders of Jean.
Officer Massman transported Jean Shivers to the police station to fill out a report and to view some mug shots. Even though she knew Thomas Blackmore, and Officer Massman had seen what he thought was Thomas standing in his driveway, they had to do it by the book. She was given a dozen mug shots to look it. Some of the mug shots looked very much like Thomas. We had them from other case files over the years and had lost a few cases against Thomas due to the likeness.
She picked him out without a problem. A warrant was issued for the arrest of Thomas Blackmore, after Massman placed a call to our States Attorney at his residence.
Massman had called me at home once he arrived at the police station to tell me of the incident. I asked him to hold off on making an arrest until I got to the station.
Even though I lived thirty-five miles away, I was able to make it to the station in less than an hour, and was only stopped for speeding once. I was stopped by the same Police Officer from the Wheeling Police Department that had stopped me before. All he said was, "Oh, its you again. Get the hell out of here." After four times he knew who I was. It's just that I always had a different vehicle when he stopped me.
Once I arrived at the police station, Officer Massman and I made a visit to Thomas Blackmore's parent's residence. His mother answered the door and stated that Thomas was not home and that she had not seen him. When she was asked what time she had returned home, she replied," we have been home all day, what ever do you mean." This would be a typical answer that she would give when it came time to protecting her son, Thomas. The problems that were present with Thomas were due in part from his Mothers attitude and denial of his being a sick puppy.
Thomas had a black Corvette and one was parked in the driveway. He would not as a rule leave the vehicle parked outside overnight. I asked Mrs. Blackmore why the Corvette was parked in the drive and not in the garage, and if that was Thomas's vehicle. I already knew it was Thomas's vehicle by reading the license plate. The letters TOMMY stood out like a sore thumb.
I advised Mrs. Blackmore that if she was lying about Thomas not being here and he was found to be inside, she could be charged with interfering with due process of the law, among other things. I also told her that we had a warrant for his arrest.
Thomas opened the garage doors and walked out with his hands in the air." I am here stop bothering my Mother!" He shouted. "On the ground, on the ground now." Officer Massman shouted as he drew his firearm and pointed it at Thomas.
It had been a long chase and it would be sad if Thomas chose to give Massman or I am excuse, or to resist in anyway. We were well aware of his super strength and knew better than to allow him any slack what so ever.
Thomas got his pants dirty, as Officer Massman rolled him over in the grass next to the driveway, but he was lucky that he did not resist the arrest, other things may have gotten a little spoiled as well.
We were very surprised that Thomas was so willing to talk. He was advised of his rights as soon as the cuffs were placed on him, but he chose to spill his guts to us.
Back at the police station, he admitted to over twelve different home invasions that he was involved in over the last three years in our village. He also claimed to be the peeping tom that we had been staking out and were unable to catch him in the act.
It was just pure luck, that Officer Massman happened to be driving in the neighborhood that Thomas lived in and saw Jean Shivers running down the street. Or did Massman have one of his gut feelings that brought him to that location? Hmm, I wonder.
Thomas Blackmore, just as we had suspected would happen, did not serve any jail time. He was sent to a special hospital for sick people as himself and after eight months was released. He was returned back into society as a normal human being. The fact that Thomas's Father was a multi-millionaire had nothing to do with it, I am sure.
A lot could be said here in regards to the above story, but as always, we did our job and we did it well. We can not be the Judge and jury, but we do win a few. Was this one a winner? We were able to close a lot of open cases through Thomas's confessions, but did we win here? That is a tough question.
Deputy2
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October 12, 2000
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