Here's another Karl story. In case you're new to my newsletter --when I was still in the field chasing crooks, I wore work shirts with a patch that said "Karl" as a disguise because I looked too much like a cop.
Those Karl shirts also got me into places I never could’ve penetrated with just a badge and a gun. On one such incident I was running down a murderer with a warrant. I knocked on the door of a house and a woman answered. Before I could say anything she says, “Oh, are you the Terminix Man? You’re a day early.”
I looked around for the candid camera because this was too good to be true, and simply nodded and agreed. “Yeah, I’m the Terminix Man.” She stepped aside to let me in, which is what I wanted in the first place to search for my wayward murderer. Once inside, I reached under my “Karl,” shirt and pulled one of my .357’s.
The woman grabbed my arm, “What are you doing?”
I said with a straight face, “You could have some big cockroaches in here.”
She hesitated, then said, “Oh.”
I continued on looking for my crook and the giant cockroaches
This incident goes a long way in proving we don’t ever catch the smart crooks.