In the current headlines is the relationship with the St Louis Metropolitan Police and a private company, St Louis Metropolitan Towing. As part of the story it turns out the daughter of Police Chief Mokwa was driving and had wrecked a car that had been impounded by the police. Turns out others had driven cars as well and many were able to buy cars at a fraction of market value. Chief Mokwa stated “I’ve done nothing wrong, and I have been forthcoming and explicit with all the information requested of me.” Mayor Slay, a member of the Police Board, is calling for Chief Mokwa to retire. I have my own personal St. Louis Metropolitan Towing Story. Before I can get to the story of my prior car ending up at St Louis Metropolitan Towing I need to give you the long back story.
In January 2006 I hired a guy to help me clear stuff out of a property I was selling as well as at my residence, both in Dutchtown. After a good day’s work he takes advantage of a lapse in my judgment and attention and grabs my laptop, digital camera, cell phone, wallet and keys off my desk and splits. My iPod was in the car — then less than two months old (a 2006 Scion Xa). The responding officer says the car will likely be found but everything else would soon be sold on the street. The date was January 22, 2006.
So I had to cancel credit cards, turn off the cell phone, and get another, get a new driver’s license, have my house re-keyed, and begin filing insurance claims which required finding proof of ownership & serial numbers on things like the laptop, camera and iPod. A couple of days later I get a call on my new cell phone. It was from a gas station in Farmington, MO — a woman used my old non-functional phone as collateral for a few bucks worth of gas. I tell the clerk the story of my stolen car but she doesn’t recall what kind of car the woman was driving. She calls their local police because they’ve been ripped off for $5 with a stolen phone. I call the Farmington Police as well as the St Louis Police to pass along this information. The Farmington Police for some reason called my parents (“Mom & Dad” on the phone). I didn’t want them to fret and worry so I hadn’t told them.
That night, at about 2am my home phone rings. The caller ID was blocked. The woman on the other end is asking how I’m doing. She explains that a couple she sorta knew came into her workplace that evening trying to sell my credit cards, ID, and car to help raise money for me. This woman remembered my name and address. She worked a late shift but when she got home she looked me up online because it all seemed to suspicious to her. I explained the whole sordid tale to her and asked her to call the police. She had seen my car! She didn’t want to get involved. All I knew about her was that she was in Park Hills, MO — a short drive from Farmington.
Less than an hour later the phone rang again this time the caller ID was not blocked. The woman felt sorry for me and thought she knew where the couple was staying if they hadn’t left town yet. She was in her vehicle heading to this motel to see if my car was there. Again I plead with her to call the police. While she is driving and we are talking she says she sees a sheriff’s vehicle coming toward her. “Flag it down,” I proclaim. She did. She explains to the Deputy what she knows and then I tell him more detail such as the make & model, color, plate# and the St Louis Police report number. The Deputy takes off toward the motel where this woman thought they were staying. She follows. It is now well past 3am and I am wide awake despite not having slept well the past few nights.
This couple had just pulled back into the motel as the Sheriff’s Deputy, who was off duty and on his way home, pulled up. Busted. I thank the woman profusely for her help.
Later that day I talk to the officer. The description of the man with the woman didn’t the man that actually stole it. However, the couple both had outstanding warrants. The Deputy had the car towed by a local company and said I could pick it up the following day. My parents were relieved.
So I enlist a good friend to drive me to Park Hills — an hour plus South of St Louis. I had arranged to meet another Deputy there as they hadn’t fully processed the car. The car was packed with clothes, shoes and stuff. The owner’s manual and such were missing. No sign of my computer, camera or iPod — those were long gone. The car had lost it’s new car smell and now reeked like an ashtray. Despite being a cold day in January I drove the car the hour home with the windows down.
I get the car cleaned up and eventually get my other items replaced by my homeowner’s policy. In March of 2006 I do a road trip to Memphis & Little Rock and end up in Oklahoma City for my Mom’s 75th birthday. When my mom passed away in June 2006 I drove back for the services. Over the next few months I drove back at least twice to visit my Dad — alone for the first time in nearly 57 years.
Fast forward now to January 2007. I drove downtown for the monthly Preservation Board meeting, parking on 10th street just around the corner from the SLDC offices at 1015 Locust. The date was the 22nd — the year anniversary of my car being stolen. The agenda was long and there was at least one item I addressed the Board about. The meeting started at 4pm and it went past my two hour maximum on the meter. After the meeting I fully expected to have a parking ticket for the expired meter. Surprise, no ticket, no car!
I see I have a message on my phone. It was the police saying they recovered my stolen car. Wow, that is fast I thought. It couldn’t have been missing for long. I called the officer and she tells me proudly they found my car that was stolen a year earlier to the day. To secure the car they had it towed to St Louis Metropolitan towing.
The St Louis Police records still showed my car as being stolen. The sheriff’s dept that recovered the car the prior year insists they informed the St Louis Police but their records of such have already been destroyed. I get a friend to drive me back to my South Side place. The next morning another friend picks me up so I can ride with him to work downtown. From there I walk Northbound on 10th headed to St Louis Metropolitan Towing to get my car. The fee was double that from a year earlier. One reason it was more expensive is they had to use a flatbed truck since the car was locked and they couldn’t put it in neutral and release the emergency brake.
After I paid the ransom I had to walk a few blocks West to the lot where my car was being held. Nobody had driven the car because it was still locked and they had no keys for it. Back in my car I head to a luncheon of the Society of Professional Journalists. The topic was working with the police on getting information for a story. One of the panelists was an officer who was an aid to Chief Mokwa. I explain the issue of how the St Louis Police stole my car a year after it had been stolen and how I just had to pay a ransom to get it back. A few weeks later another officer calls me and asks a few questions. It was a good 3-4 months later but I got reimbursed not from St Louis Metropolitan Towing but from the St Louis Police.
In December of 2006 my car and a few others were vandalized with gold spray paint. In 2007 I sold that car and put all these events into the back of my memory. That is until the stories about St Louis Metropolitan Towing and Chief Mokwa’s daughter appeared in the news last week.