Riker's Island Murder: A Thrilling Tale
Unravel the mystery and revenge in this gripping novel.
The Riker's Island Murder is a revenge account of a NYPD captain. Follow Michael Palmieri, the captain's son, a Wall Street Trader, who goes undercover as a correction officer. He tracks the killers, lures them behind bars, and befriends them with bad intentions.
The NYPD sergeant assigned to investigate the captain's murder learns that Palmieri is the leader of a wolf pack of officers and is in the vicinity of several dead inmates. Palmieri, aware that he's a suspect, is not deterred and is determined to prove he can outwit the investigating sergeant.
In this first series, 'Gladiator School' trilogy, Palmieri learns that putting on a correction officer's uniform requires a strong mental toughness. In the second book, he is exposed as a 'Circus Master', with many dangerous acts to follow.
TAKE A PEEK INTO A NORMAL DAY BEHIND PRISON DOORS
Chapter 25
Superman
HDM Captain Theophanous looked at his clipboard and read a letter from the academy Captain Velez. He looked up the handful of rookies. After taking rollcall of forty officers. He turned to the rookies.
“Officer Ramirez, go to the Visit House. You’re their escort. Officer Morales, clinic escort. Acosta, you go to the intake area.” He said.
The three turned to Mike, waiting to hear his assignment. Captain Theophanous looked at his clipboard and opened another letter.
“Officer Palmieri, there’s a prisoner in Five Block, threatening to jump off the third tier. Escort him to the Psyche, then report to Officer Carson in the punitive segregation area and stay there.” Captain Theophanous said.
“Yes, sir,” Mike replied.
Captain Theophanous returned the salute. Ramirez, Morales, and Acosta laughed. The Bing is reserved for the worst killers in jail; certainly, no place for a rookie. Officer Ramirez tapped Mike on the shoulder.
“Ouch, the Bing? Okay troop, see you later,”
“The men with the men, and the boys with the boys,” Mike answered.
Acosta and Morales managed a weak smile. Music from the built-in speakers in Five Block could be heard outside the corridor. The officer shuffled papers on a metal desk. He caught a glimpse of Mike and opened the gate. His ears were stuffed with cotton. Mike noted his name tag, Officer White.
“You have drama?” Mike asked.
“A nut in the back, yelling, he’s all yours!” Officer White said.
“Right,” Mike answered.
“Been here before?” White asked.
“My first day,” Mike answered.
“Okay, rookie, let's see what you’re made of,” White said.
Mike looked at White and gave him a nod. The ‘B’ gate was lined with prisoners waiting to use the telephone affixed to the gate. Inmates were known to yank phones off the wall. Officer White opened the gate that separated him from one hundred and twenty prisoners. The inmates near the gate stepped back and watched for a reaction from Mike. Mike’s muscular structure and posture were straight. He paused and stared at each face and hand. The prisoners watched as Mike stepped onto their turf. All eyes were on the rookie. They backed away. Officer White held the gate open and waited for Mike to move in. He watched Mike’s grand entrance with the criminally insane. This day would make him or break him. Officer White kept a vigil on Mike. A group of mates followed behind Mike. White lost sight of Mike in the crowd and returned to his office. Mike finally got to see why it was called a Block. It was approximately a city street long. Three stories high. Each tier housed forty prisoners, a hundred and twenty criminals on each side of the cell block. Mike scanned their hands, looking for the one with the missing finger. Some turned away as he made his way to the rear section. A Puerto Rican flag was sketched on a white pillowcase. It was draped over the television. The inmates behind Mike did not cross over into the Puerto Rican section. Mike noticed their reluctance to follow him. The noise caught his attention.
“Jump, you stupid bastard!” A prisoner shouted.
“Hurry up and jump, we can’t hear the TV,” Another inmate yelled.
It wasn’t long before they were in harmony. “Jump, jump, jump already!
Mike looked up. An inmate stood on the ledge of a three-story high tier. The Hispanic prisoner twisted a bed sheet into a rope and tied it around his neck, with the other end attached to the third-tier handrail.
“You think I’m kidding? This is my life! I need my medication.” Shouted the despondent inmate.
Caught up in the frenzy, ‘Jump’ was the only voice he heard. He raised one leg over the metal rail.
“Don’t do it,” Mike yelled.
“If I don’t get my medication, I’m going to jump!” The jumper said.
Mike pushed his way through the crowd. A mail room officer was on the second tier. The crowd formed a semicircle and cleared a landing area.
“Don’t jump!” The mailman couldn’t out-yell a mob of a hundred prisoners.
“Jump already,” The mob countered.
It was a high-platform swan dive. His body jerked upwards when the short, makeshift twisted bedsheet rope held. The body slammed against the metal rail of the second-floor tier. The prisoners cheer quickly turned silent when the body hung limp. A couple of the inmates held the body while Mike used a specially designed hook knife and cut the bed sheet with one stroke. The mailman ripped open the jumper’s shirt. Grabbed the wrist and searched for a pulse. The jumper’s chest began to expand. Mike helped the prisoner to his feet. The crowd that moments earlier encouraged him to jump now cheered.
“Superman, Superman, Superman!”
“You’re new here?” The mailman asked Mike.
“Yeah,”
“I’m Branch. These convicts can’t do shi* right. They can’t even kill themselves right; you’ll see. They’re a special breed. These dummies just don’t die, and they’re everywhere. If that were you or me, we would be dead.”
Mike started to remove the remaining bed sheet from the jumper’s neck. Officer Branch held his arm.
“That’s evidence; I wouldn’t remove that.”
Mike agreed.
“You’re going to hear and see some crazy things around here; it’ll drive you to drink. Don’t drink with the boys,” Branch added.
Officer White opened the second ‘B’ gate. He stopped the jumper.
“Why did you do that?”
“Officer White, I just want my medication. I hear crazy voices. I can’t take it here; send me to the hospital where I belong.” Jumper said.
“Okay, you’re outta here,” White said.
Jumper turned to Mike and Branch,
“Thanks for saving my life!”
A nurse waited at the clinic entrance. She held the jumper’s medical chart.
“Officer,” She said angrily.
“What’s the idea of having this prisoner walk around the jail with a bed sheet attached around his neck?”
“I was told it was evidence, and you may want the doctor to see for himself,” Mike answered.
“Not necessary,” She protested.
She removed the bedsheet.
“Thank you, officer, I’ll take it from here,” said the Clinic Officer. He shook his head and smiled at Mike.
“Rookie.” He added.
The jumper was taken to an examination room. The clinic officer motioned for Mike to follow him. An inmate lay on a gurney with the spike sticking out of his chest. He was answering the doctor’s questions. Two doctors held an x-ray up to the light in amazement. The inmate was stabbed dead center in the heart with a thin bicycle wheel spike. It went through the spacing of the heart and missed the aorta and the two ventricles.
“You are a miracle, and I’m going to try to keep you a miracle.” Said a doctor.
He washed his hands with a yellow liquid soap, put on surgical gloves, and leaned over the inmate. The clinic officer closed the curtain and handed Mike another X-Ray. It was a clear picture of the two pelvic bones, and in the middle was the outline of a single-edge razor blade.
“The convict in the other room has a razor up his as*.” Said the clinic officer.
Mike took a closer look.
“How are they going to get that out?” Mike asked.
“He’s been here five hours. The Doctor is waiting for him to shi*. If not, he’ll need to pull it out. If the rubber breaks, you’ll hear this convict scream throughout the jail,” The clinic officer said.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
ALFONSO VIENTOS BONILLA, is a new author of a fictional account of the Rikers Island Murders. The twenty-six years he served in the New York City Department of Correction have led him to shed light into the difficult journey inmates and officers face.
He served as an Intelligence and Apprehension unit supervisor; Investigatiing prison homicides and suicides. His collaboration with outside agencies led to formulating methods of apprehending escaped prisoners and inmate murder conspiracies.
His last ten years as a captain at the New York State Supreme Court further enriched his experience in a world little known by outsiders. His many encounters with inmates days before sentencing have led to his forthcoming book, yet to be released,
'From Supreme Court to Supreme Purpose.'
He believes the court's back-room holding pens are a place of reconciliation, and teenagers should be exposed to the inner workings of the court system.
Today, with the help of the court officials and the District Attorney's Office, he arranges court tours for the at-risk teens. He also continues to serve as and Ambasador for Cross Road Prison Ministry in Grand Rapids, Michigan.
OUR MISSION
It is this author's opinion that
every single mom should get a hold of this book.
We must do all we can to dispel the notion that
it is in prison where a youngster becomes a man.
Prisons are where young men are humiliated and stripped
of their self-respect and dignity.
This is the reason why I shared these events !
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