It's a she.
No, she's not somebody who's picture I keep in my wallet!!!
She's about 5 foot tall (our cop is 6'4"), about 58-60, and though I talk to her every time I work, I have never seen her sober in the two years I have worked there. She was apparently wobbling from our place to the other bar (ours is real quiet, the other one is where everybody parties).
He picked her up, told her it was his way or the who-scow for public drunkeness, brought her to the town council hall, into the basement, left his dna in 3 areas, then brought her to the other bar, where she promptly called her sister-in-law, who brought her to the hospital.
Come to find out since then, that the last place he worked had told him he either had to quit or be fired - he quit - and managed to keep his record clean in the process. (same type of situation as happened here). He is currently trying to get a bunch of "evidence" taken off before trial.
So, right now he is still innocent, and his trial has been postponed 3 or 4 times.
B
Back as a kid, we had cops around all the time (lots in our family) and my nephew is a cop in Pa. For a kid, its a pain, because when there was trouble locally, instead of calling the cops, they would call our house. Though the Connecticut police guys always brought their cars home, so it was nothing to have 5 or 6 in our yard.