Chicago, IL—It was late in 1967.     I was just nineteen years-old.     I lied about my age and was hired by the Cook County Sheriffs Police when the background investigator failed do the math for my birth year.     After training, I was assigned to the prisoner, transportation and fugitive warrants division.     Captain James “Packy” Walsh was the boss.     For some reason on that day, I had no partner and was the odd man out.     I was sitting in the squad room wondering what I’m going to do that day. It was a general policy that prisoners were simply not transported by a single officer.     Sergeant Conway approached me and said that they need me to transport a prisoner as a courtesy to the United States Marshall’s Office.    They had nobody available to transport a prisoner from the federal tier of the Cook county Jail to the Dirksen Federal building for a court appearance.    The Metropolitan ...