Editor’s note: Compiled from reports to Tacoma police.
April 9: The lawn-mowing service was nothing special, but Mom paid $50,000 for it.
Mom was 86. She forgot things. She lived alone in a little house facing the 5100 block of North 27th Street.
Her son, 68, lives in Bremerton. He called police to report a fraud. He was looking over Mom’s bank records. Her savings account balance: $1.
That made no sense. Son found eight checks Mom wrote between November 2011 and December 2012, made out to a landscaping service in Spanaway. The amounts ranged from $4,600 to $8,000.
That made no sense, either. Son said he and his brother sometimes came by to cut the lawn. There was no landscaping. Maybe somebody was mowing and keeping the place tidy, but nothing worth $50,000.
An officer rolled to the house and met Mom and Son. The house was a little one-story with a featureless lawn, neatly trimmed, shrubs in front. No signs of extravagance.
Mom’s checks said the $50,000 paid for lawn maintenance, yard work and lawn care. Mom was a sweetheart. She wasn’t sure why the officer was visiting. She couldn’t remember much about the checks.
Son said he researched the business online. He found four separate addresses and multiple phone numbers. The officer took the story down and filed a report.
April 8: The woman didn’t check in, and she wouldn’t check out.
She sat in a hotel room in the 1800 block of South 76th Street and watched TV, ignoring the manager who knocked on the door.
Checkout time was an hour past. The manager banged the door of Room 205. The woman wouldn’t open it. The manager called police.
Two officers rolled to the hotel and looked at the registration records: a 29-year-old man with a Tennessee driver’s license rented Room 205 the night before. He should have checked out by now.
One officer walked to Room 205 with the manager, who brought a card key. The officer knocked loudly. He heard something unintelligible: a woman’s voice.
He announced himself: Tacoma police, open the door.
Silence. He knocked again and called again. Silence.
The manager tried her card key. It didn’t work. She went to get another one. The officer knocked and called again. Silence.
The manager came back with a second card key. It didn’t work. She went to get another one. The officer knocked, called, and peered in the front window. Curtains covered the gap, but he could see the floor – and a pair of bare feet moving away from a bed.
The manager came back with an electronic key. It worked. The door opened a fraction and banged against a latch. The officer yelled through the crack that the woman wasn’t wanted and told her to come out. She ignored him. The manager went to get a tool that opened latches.
The tool worked. The officer entered, walked to the closed bathroom door and spoke. The woman had to leave now.
Through the closed door, the woman said she paid for the room. She told the officer what he could do. She told him to get out.
The officer opened the bathroom door. The woman sat at the edge of the tub. She was 44, slender, with red hair and bare feet. She told him to get out – her boyfriend rented the room. Get out.
The officer said her boyfriend didn’t rent the room. Either way, it was time to leave. She was trespassing. He would arrest her.
The woman laughed.
“You’re gonna take me to jail,” she said. “What jail are you gonna take me to? King County, Snoqualmie jail? Where?”
She refused to move. The officer said she was under arrest. She said she’d leave. She told him not to touch her. She said she was pregnant.
The two officers joined forces and moved her out. She braced her feet. It didn’t help. In the patrol car, she told them to get her wallet. One officer grabbed a wallet out of the room. The identification didn’t match the woman, and it didn’t match the name of the man who rented the room. Officers stored the wallet in evidence, and booked the woman into the Fife City Jail on suspicion of criminal trespassing.
April 7: The fighting couple invited cops to another round of their eternal duel.
The husband was 26. The wife was 42. In the latest round, the husband called the cops.
Officers rolled to an apartment building in the 800 block of South 15th Street. They met the husband in the parking lot, on his way back from St. Joseph Medical Center. He said his wife was drinking and hit him in the face. He had a small cut on his mouth, nothing major. He walked the officers into the apartment.
The wife greeted the officers. She was unsteady – groggy on wine. She said she didn’t hit the husband. She said he’d been arrested in the past for assaulting her.
Did she have an active no-contact order? No, the wife said.
An officer asked the husband what happened. He said they argued.
How long had they been arguing? The husband laughed.
“About two years,” he said.
She’d called him on domestic violence last year, he said. She’d been the aggressor other times, he said, but he didn’t call on her.
He said she told him to go break a 20 at the corner store. He broke it and bought beer, and she got mad, even though she was high on wine.
What did they argue about?
“Things that I had forgiven her for, and things I thought she had forgiven me for,” the husband said.
He said he asked her for a cigarette. She said no. He took one anyway. She backhanded him across the face, driving his lip into his teeth.
Officers told the woman her husband was injured. They had to arrest her. They booked her into the Pierce County Jail on suspicion of misdemeanor assault.
Sean Robinson: 253-597-8486