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In the late months of 1992 and the early months of 1993, Nevada was plagued by a series of armed robberies involving a lone male adult. The suspect was brazen; since he refused to wear a ski mask or any other type of disguise, it was just a matter of time before we would find out his identity.

We caught a break at the end of January when a CI (confidential informant) came forward and gave us the icing on the cake. The suspect, Mr. Green (names have been changed) was positively identified through photo line‑ups and video tape. After submitting a case to the District Attorney’s Office, a warrant was signed for multiple armed robberies and the manhunt began.

First, a little background on the suspect. He had been recently paroled from Nevada State Prison for robbery and burglary and had a long history of violence dating back to the early 80s. His 1988 robbery conviction netted him seven years from which he was released in 1990, just to re-offend and have his parole revoked. The current crime spree was exceptionally violent, maybe not by today’s standards; however in 1993 he was considered an anomaly in our desert town.

During the beginning of his robberies, the suspect would enter a bar and brandish what was described as a fully-automatic Mac 10 machine gun from under his jacket. My colleagues and I at first thought that the weapon may have been a toy or perhaps a water gun; but that theory was later dispelled when he began firing over the heads of patrons and employees. The more we looked for him the more violent he became. It was later relayed to us that he believed we were harassing his family and he would retaliate against law enforcement, specifically one hard-charging SWAT Sergeant.

In February, using then-current technology, I tracked him down to a local motel. Several members of my unit scrambled; however, he had already vacated the room. We began to comb the area when my lieutenant came over the air and said, “I might have him walking through the parking lot!” The number one rule in police work is always know where you are at; the lieutenant wasn’t really sure. Then he got back on the air and in a calm voice said, “Yea, I’m sure it’s him, he just pointed a Mac 10 at me.”

None of us knew where he was; however, through the process of elimination and the fact that I saw a dozen blackjack dealers running for their lives down an alley adjacent to the hotel and casino, I thought I was headed in the right direction. I was driving a souped-up 1992 Firebird, and as I took the corner around the hotel I saw my boss sitting behind the wheel of his car pointing his S&W 659 at Mr. Green.

I immediately exited my vehicle and armed myself accordingly. I carried a Beretta 92F 9mm. My prior experience with this weapon was in the mid-80s when I was a soldier in the US Army and we transitioned from the 1911 .45ACP. I was impressed with the accuracy and dependability. In this particular case I had an additional tool in my toolbox. We were all issued a Remington 870 12 gauge. However, I seized a Mossberg sawed-off shotgun with a pistol grip and pistol handle on the pump handle.

As I exited my vehicle I racked a round and ordered the suspect to drop his weapon. Instead he placed it up to his right temple and I began to negotiate. Mr. Green began walking and I continued following him, all the time with my shotgun trained on him, utilizing cover when it was available. I made a decision that if he attempted to enter the casino I would neutralize him. Mr. Green then stood in front of a brick wall, looked me in the eyes, and fired one round through his right temple, which exited over his left ear. His body collapsed to the ground almost into a pile. It was as if God reached down and pulled his soul from his body. It was one of my most disturbing moments as a cop.

It was later discovered that the weapon he was carrying was a stolen Mac 11, the semi-automatic version of the Mac 10. The suspect was ready to rock-n-roll. We discovered that he had cut the lining out of his right coat pocket and, using kite string, rigged himself up a makeshift shoulder rig, by tying string to the front and rear sight of the weapon and then tying it around his right shoulder. Then, by wearing his coat he had ideal concealability, all the while having his right hand in firing mode.
— DF, NV

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