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Patrick Picciarelli retired from the New York Police Department as a lieutenant. He holds both a B.A. and two Masters Degrees and is a licensed private investigator. He is often called upon by various news organizations to lend expertise to stories related to criminal investigations and writing and has appeared on numerous TV programs. He is the author of “Blood Shot Eyes,” a crime fiction novel about a former NYPD detective turned private investigator who investigates murder and blackmail in the big apple.  He is also the co-author of two nonfiction books, “Jimmy the Wags: Street Stories of a Private Eye” and “Mala Femina.”  He is a member of The Society of Professional Investigators, The Writers Guild of America, The International Association of Crime Writers, Mystery Writers of America and Private Eye Writers of America.


Lieutenant Patrick Picciarelli, NYPD (ret.) is the co-author of Mala Femina: A Woman's Life s the Daughter of a Don; Blood Shot Eyes; My Life in the NYPD: Jimmy the Wags; and, Jimmy the Wags: Street Stories of a Private Eye.

According to the book description of Blood Shot Eyes, “RAY VALE, ex NYPD Lt., Vietnam veteran, grieving widower and private investigator is hired to investigate the nine-year-old brutal murder of a female college student in New York's Flushing Meadow Park. He enlists the help of the retired NYPD detective who originally investigated the case, Charlie Wright, a bitter ex-detective with a deep secret, who is at first reluctant to get involved. Yale and Wright are outcasts from the department; Yale for his outspoken defense of his cancer-stricken policewoman wife who was forcibly retired from the NYPD after she was diagnosed, and Wright is a self-imposed exile from society. Together they put aside their demons to unravel a seemingly perfect crime.


They soon discover, through con man Tony Cippolone, that Leah Porter, a psychotic former cop, bounced from the NYPD for killing a civilian, is a prime suspect in the case. A Svengali-like radio personality, Wolfgang Steinger, controls the deranged Porter and has her do his violent bidding to stay on the top of the celebrity heap.


The motive for the slaying is a damning videotape used in a blackmail scheme that threatens to bring down the power structure in the NYPD. More murders come to light as Yale threatens to delve deeper into the minds of his two prime suspects against a backdrop of the underbelly of New York and a finale that will leave even the most jaded crime fiction reader breathless.”

Publisher’s Weekly said of Jimmy the Wags: Street Stories of a Private Eye, “Written with Picciarelli (like Wagner, a former cop), these streetwise recollections have the sound of tales told from a barstool impossible to confirm (names are changed) and perhaps massaged a bit. Retired after 22 years as a New York City cop but still craving action, Wagner became a PI and found himself in some sticky situations. There were the cash-toting Saudi princes who required Wags and other bodyguards to take them eating and shopping and then asked Wags to procure hookers and cocaine (he sat out the latter task). He flew to Denmark and to Turkey to snatch kids in child-custody disputes both missions required as much fistic persuasion as derring-do. He trailed some elusive philanderers, guarded a crazed, drunken heiress and stymied an extortion attempt by wannabe wise guys by doing his Joe Pesce imitation. Wags wound up as head of security for a high-price, mobbed-up topless bar. After he left, owing his boss a favor, he helped collect some extortion debts and found himself arrested after his co-collectors decided to rob patrons of a massage parlor. He got probation and gave up his license but still works in security. Though Wags regrets he joined the collectors, he seems proud of some other dubious activities. While these reminiscences contain a few too many hard-boiled clic0’s, they're engaging enough if you have a beer in your fist.”

According to the book description of My Life in the NYPD: Jimmy the Wags, “22 years on The Job in New York-s most notorious precinct. Let James -Jimmy the Wags- Wagner take you behind the badge and into the daily drama of working New York City-s toughest job in New York City-s toughest precinct-before civilian review boards, before gentrification, and before political correctness. It-s the NYPD as you-ve never seen it before-from a street cop who walked the walk through the turbulent -60s, the violent -70s, and the drug-fueled -80s. Unbelievable war stories from a man who-s seen it all- The street soldiers of the Ninth Precinct-the drunk, the Vietnam vet, and the -Clubber- The precinct-s resident vampire, a woman who paid addicts $5 to suck their blood The friendly cult leader who painted a mysterious ring of circles on the sidewalk for four months before revealing its tragic purpose The neighborhood-s rowdy-yet respectable-contingent of Hell-s Angels Celebrity misdeeds and misdemeanors.”

Blood Shot Eyes
Patrick W. Picciarelli  More Info

My Life in the NYPD: Jimmy the Wags
James J. Wagner  More Info

Jimmy the Wags: Street Stories of a Private Eye
James Wagner  More Info

Mala Femina: A Woman's Life s the Daughter of a Don
Theresa O. Dalessio  More Info

According to the book description of Mala Femina: A Woman's Life s the Daughter of a Don, “To say that Terri Dalessio is an unusual woman who led an unusual life would be a major understatement.  Born in Staten Island to its ruling underworld family, Terri Dee (as she became known in her preteen days) was unaware that her father and his brothers controlled that borough's loan-sharking, fencing, and vending machine industries.

As a child, she rebelled against authority, creating so much turmoil in a Catholic school that she was expelled as an incorrigible. By the time she was thirteen, she managed to wreck her mother's automobile. A year later she ran away from home with two neighborhood boys. Seeking shelter in an unoccupied house, they managed to do sufficient damage to cost her parents a fortune in repairs.


By sixteen she was considered the most beautiful girl in the area and an early affair resulted in an unwanted pregnancy, forcing her to give away her infant daughter. From there on Terri's life was a roller-coaster ride through affairs, marriages, a career as a saloon keeper and a foray into crime that ended in a prison sentence. Along the way she witnessed two murders, had other children and became addicted to heroin.

Today Terri lives alone in New York City where she contemplates her past and views the future. With her collaborator, Patrick Picciarelli, Terri has written a startlingly colorful memoir. Her story will hook you from start to finish.”

About the New York Police Department (NYPD):

The first law-enforcement officer began to patrol the trails and paths of New York City when it was known as New Amsterdam, and was a Dutch settlement and fort in the year 1625. This lawman was known as a "Schout – fiscal" (sheriff – attorney) and was charged with keeping the peace, settling minor disputes, and warning colonists if fires broke out at night. The first Schout was a man named Johann Lampo.


The Rattle Watch was a group of colonists during the Dutch era (1609 - 1664) who patrolled from sunset until dawn. They carried weapons, lanterns and wooden rattles (that are similar to the ratchet noisemakers used during New Year celebrations). The rattles made a very loud, distinctive sound and were used to warn farmers and colonists of threatening situations. Upon hearing this sound, the colonists would rally to defend themselves or form bucket-brigades to put out fires. The rattles were used because whistles had not yet been invented. The Rattle Watchmen also are believed to have carried lanterns that had green glass inserts. This was to help identify them while they were on patrol at night (as there were no streetlights at that time). When they returned to their Watch House from patrol, they hung their lantern on a hook by the front door to show that the Watchman was present in the Watch House. Today, green lights are still hung outside the entrances of Police Precincts as a symbol that the "Watch" is present and vigilant.


When the High Constable of New York City, Jacob Hays retired from service in 1844, permission was granted by the Governor of the state to the Mayor of the City to create a Police Department. A force of approximately 800 men under the first Chief of Police, George W. Matsell, began to patrol the City in July of 1845. They wore badges that had an eight-pointed star (representing the first 8 paid members of the old Watch during Dutch times). The badges had the seal of the City in their center and were made of stamped copper.





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