While under investigation, I was transferred to the front counter at the old Central Headquarters on Market Street. Since I was away from Eastern Division, I decided to call a few of my friends to see what was going on and received the following responses. “Hey I don’t care, I don’t want to know, I can’t talk to you, I have a family to think about, please don’t call me. I have two more years to go, I just want my wristwatch and my lunch with the Chief and get out clean. I don’t want to know. I’m sorry.” The absolute alienation was overwhelming and devastating to me. These were people I raced to save when they called for cover. I broke bread with them and partied at squad shift change parties. What was happening, I couldn’t comprehend what I was hearing. Suddenly, I became a “Typhoid Mary” to my friends.
Then I received a call from a person that I promised would remain nameless. I was told that Lieutenant Connie Van Putten, a patrol Lieutenant at Eastern walked into the squad lineups and told the squads, “Larry Avrech is suffering from emotions, don’t listen to him, don’t talk to him, don’t help him, if you do you may wind up in front of an appeals board. They were being threatened. #Threats