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Vancouver Blue

Vancouver Blue

A Life Against Crime

Wayne Cope

Copyright © 2015 Wayne Cope

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Harbour Publishing Co. Ltd.

P.O. Box 219, Madeira Park, BC, V0N 2H0

www.harbourpublishing.com

All photographs from the author’s collection

Edited by Betty Keller

Cover design by Shed Simas

Text design by Mary White

Printed and bound in Canada

Harbour Publishing acknowledges the support of the Canada Council for the Arts, which last year invested $157 million to bring the arts to Canadians throughout the country. We also gratefully acknowledge financial support from the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund and from the Province of British Columbia through the BC Arts Council and the Book Publishing Tax Credit.

Cataloguing data available from Library and Archives Canada

ISBN 978-1-55017-699-5 (paper)

ISBN 978-1-55017-700-8 (ebook)

Note: Most names used in this book, as well as some identifying details, have been changed to protect the privacy of individuals. Other names have been changed to avoid adding to the notoriety of convicted criminals.

To Dawna, who thinks that some of my stories are as entertaining as I do, and who encouraged me to commit them to paper.

To Marge—I concede. It may have been your idea.

To Shelley Fralic for helping me turn a collection of anecdotes into a book.

To the Vancouver Police Department—it’s been an honour and a privilege working with 89 percent of you (see Chapter 7, The Idiot Factor).

To Mrs. Brandon and my grade two class at Grandview Elementary School.

To my friend Victor the Knife from kindergarten—if that was you we pulverized with tear gas outside the Yaletown Postal Depot or blasted with the beanbag gun on Granville Street, I’m sorry. I didn’t recognize you. It’s been more than forty years.