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911 Call Transcript

Incident Number: 19 – 269851

October 5, 2018, 23:35:24

Time: 23:35:24

Dispatcher: New York City 911, do you need police, fire or medical? Caller: I need police and ambulance. Right now! Dispatcher: What’s the address?

Caller: 152 Franklin Street. Please hurry, she stabbed him and she’s coming upstairs. Dispatcher: Someone has been stabbed in the house? Caller: Yes, my father. Oh my god, I can hear her on the stairs. Dispatcher: I’ve got NYPD and EMS on the way. Where are you in the house? Where is your father? Caller: He’s on the second floor. Master bedroom. There’s blood everywhere. I’m … I’m in the bathroom.

It’s my sister. She’s still here. I think she has a knife. Oh God [inaudible]. Dispatcher: Stay calm. Have you locked the door? Caller: Yes.

Dispatcher: Are you injured?

Caller: No, I’m not hurt. But she’s going to kill me. Please get them here fast. I need help. Please hurry … Dispatcher: They’re coming. Stay down. If you can, brace your feet against the door. Okay, you should be safe. Take a breath, the police are on their way. Stay calm and stay quiet. What’s your name? Caller: Alexandra Avellino.

Dispatcher: What is your father’s name?

Caller: Frank Avellino. It’s my sister, Sofia, she’s finally gone full fucking crazy. She ripped him to pieces … she [inaudible]

Dispatcher: Is there more than one bathroom? Which one are you in? Caller: The en suite in the master bedroom. I think I hear her. She’s in the bedroom. Oh Jesus … Dispatcher: Stay quiet. You’re going to be fine. NYPD are only a few blocks away. Stay on the line. Caller: [inaudible]

Dispatcher: Alexandra … Alexandra? Are you still there?

Call ended 23:37:58

911 Call Transcript

Incident Number: 19 – 269851

October 5, 2018; 23:36:14

Time: 23:36:14

Dispatcher: New York City 911, do you need police, fire or medical? Caller: Police and paramedic. My dad’s dying! I’m at 152 Franklin Street. Daddy! Daddy, please stay with me … he’s been attacked. He needs a paramedic.

Dispatcher: What is your name?

Caller: Sofia. Sofia Avellino, fuck, I don’t know what to do. There’s so much blood. Dispatcher: Your father’s been attacked? Is he in the house?

Caller: He’s in the bedroom. She did this. It was her … [inaudible] Dispatcher: Is there someone else in the house? Are you in a safe place? Caller: I think she’s gone. Please get someone here, I’m so scared. I don’t know what to do. Dispatcher: Is your father bleeding? If he is, try and press on the wound with a cloth or towel. Keep pressure on it. The police should be outside any second. I see there’s another call from the property. Caller: What? Someone else called you?

Dispatcher: Is there someone else in the house? Caller: Oh my god! It’s Alexandra. She’s in the bathroom. I can see her shadow beneath the door. Shit!

She’s right there! I have to get out. She’ll kill me. Please help me, please … [screaming]

Call ended 23:38:09

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EDDIE

I hate lawyers.

Most of them. In fact, nearly all of them with only a few notable exceptions.

My mentor, Judge Harry Ford, and a few old-timers who hung around the Manhattan Criminal Court buildings like ghosts at their own funerals. When I was operating long cons in my late teens, I knew a lot more lawyers than I do now. Most lawyers were easy to con because they were dishonest.