While
the department ignores its inability to attract qualified recruits
and retain veteran officers, every member of the service knows one
fundamental truth — we can’t wait to get out of here.
It wasn’t always like that, but today’s New York City
police officer’s motto is undeniably: “Not a day over
twenty.”
There’s plenty of blame to go around for why
it’s become that way. Blame the city for keeping our pay way
too low. Blame the department for treating us so badly and providing
such lousy working conditions. Blame the mayor for under-appreciating
the risks we take and the job we do.

There are lots of ways to leave this job. Some of us get hurt or worse,
winding up with a three-quarters, tax-free pension or an inspector’s
funeral. Some of us roll over to better jobs, like the FDNY, Port
Authority Police, Nassau or Suffolk Police, etc. The list of better-paying
police jobs that treat their officers better is seemingly infinite.
At the N.Y.P.D., unfortunately, we’re pretty much a number in
a large numbers machine, playing a numbers game. Some of us even make
it to 20-years before pulling the plug.

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This is the story of a very
unusual way out.
Frank Lione spent 15 years patrolling Times Square out of Midtown
South. He lived on Staten Island with his wife Pam, a cardiac-sonographer,
and their two sons. As Frank tells it, he had to work two other jobs
just to cover expenses, never mind being able to afford a decent home.
They rented a small basement apartment and he commuted to Manhattan
for his midnight shifts, did diamond escorts for extra money during
the week and pest extermination on his off days. You would think risking
your life as a cop in New York City should be enough to entitle you
to a decent life but we all know it’s not.
Frank and Pam came to the realization that if they were going to lead
the kind of lives that included a decent home, decent schools for the
boys and a little enjoyment for themselves, something was going to have
to give. They did a lot of soul-searching and decided to roll the dice.
While he continued to work the three jobs and they continued to live
in the basement apartment, they decided to add another complication
to their already hectic days. They began to collaborate on a book.
Both were children of cops, and Frank has always intrigued Pam with
tales of the job. They decided to use those experiences and anecdotes
as a realistic backdrop in “The Deuce,” a novel about a
Times Square cop caught in a downward spiral and heading for the worst
way out of the job — until he gets a new partner.
They wrote the book on spec, hoping for a publisher, profitable sales
and a one-way ticket out of the life that so dissatisfied them. They
got themselves a literary agent and, in a remarkable turn of events,
the Baker Publishing Group of Grand Rapids, Michigan, not only agreed
to publish their novel but also signed them to a three-book deal. |

“The Deuce” is the first in what Revell Books is calling
the “Midtown Blue” series. Frank and Pam share authors’
credit under the name “F. P. Lione.”
“The Deuce” reads like a midnight tour in Times Square
during its seediest and most dangerous era — with a message of
faith and hope. One retired cop said it was so true to life that he
“could hear footsteps behind me” as he was reading it. The
book has gotten some great reviews and is selling well through Amazon.com
and major booksellers around the country.
Once their book deal was solid, Frank pulled the pin at 15 years and
vested out. The Liones left their Staten Island home and moved to Pennsylvania
where, in Pam’s words, they “rented a whole house with three
acres for the same price as that basement apartment.” If the book
does well — and all indications are that it will — Frank
and Pam will finally be able to buy that house they’ve been dreaming
of.
As I said, there’s a lot of different ways out of here. Police
Officer Frank Lione of the Midtown South Precinct found one of the better
ones. |