LASD Metro and Bobby Mallon

When I first started at Metro, Bobby Mallon broke me in.

Major Crimes Bureau – Formerly known as Special Investigations

I’ve written about the Special Investigations Bureau before, an LASD Detective Division assignment that is now called Major Crimes Bureau. When I went there in 1996, the Metro detail had recently assumed the responsibilities of the Fugitive detail when it was disbanded due to budget cuts.

One of the duties that came with it was extraditions. We routinely flew around the country picking up prisoners from the various jails and prisons, and transporting them back via commercial airlines.

Successful Extraditions

The trips obviously required overnight stays in all but very close (to L.A.) destinations, such as Las Vegas or Phoenix. According to Bobby Mallon, there were certain guidelines that had to be followed in order to make the most of these trips:

  • Always stay in nice hotels. “We are professionals.”
  • Never share a room. “They wouldn’t make you share a room with a female deputy, so I’m not sharing one with a man. I’ll tell them one of us is gay before I share a room.”
  • Fly out early, come back late. “Give yourself time to see something wherever you go.”
  • If you get a Hawaii trip—“Never mind, you’re new, you won’t ever get Hawaii trips.” (He grinned because what Bobby knew then that I learned later was he had a few tricks that nearly ensured he landed the best trips.)
  • “If you want to drink on the outbound trip, you can’t take your gun. They won’t serve you if you’re armed, and they don’t serve you while you’re transporting a prisoner.”

The Priorities of Bobby Mallon

“Wait, you don’t take a gun?”

Bobby Mallon

Bobby shrugged, still grinning. He grinned a lot because he was always up to something. “Depends on how bad you want to drink. Some guys get thirsty.”

I always took a gun.

“Oh, and what happens on trips, stays on trips.”

The reason he mentioned the latter was personal. Bobby always traveled with his good friend, Dave Bauchop, and needless to say, the two of them had some great times together, on and off the job. But Dave couldn’t keep quiet about one thing that was just too funny not to share with the team: Bobby had been caught a time or two with his pants down—or more accurately, off.

Bobby Mallon Exposed

Apparently, Mallon slept in the buff. Also, apparently, his bladder didn’t allow him to sleep through the night. Furthermore—and more to the point of the story—Bobby didn’t necessarily completely wake up when he relieved himself during the night.

On more than one occasion, Bobby got up in the night to take care of his business, following the path he was accustomed to taking at home. Having been well-hydrated before going to bed may have contributed to the confusion (perhaps he hadn’t taken his gun on those trips), but either way, on more than one occasion, Bobby ended up in hotel hallways, locked out of his room, buck naked and needing to pee, and without a roommate to open the door for him.

The first time it happened, it may have taken Bobby a minute to work through the problem at hand. But soon, from experience, he had it down: find the house phone and call security.

The Coveted Hawaii Trip

And that is what he did while staying overnight at a five-star hotel in Hawaii.

Bobby Mallon was a veteran cop, respected by his peers and supervisors alike. He was proficient, clever, crafty in his approach to police work—and to life. Bobby had even survived being shot. But the kid who stood before him in his sagging rent-a-cop outfit knew none of those things about the naked man in the hallway of his hotel.

“I’ll need to see your ID.”

Bobby, partly covered now by a palm tree-patterned cushion he had appropriated from the hallway lobby couch, said, “For *$&@’s sake, where do you think I might have ID?”

The kid insisted. “I can’t open a room for you without knowing you’re the guest assigned to that room.”

Nothing to It

Like many other challenges over an adventurous, colorful lifetime, Bobby overcame this situation and was soon tucked back in bed. It was said that following that last incident, he began placing chairs or other furniture in front of hotel doors, barricading himself inside. I guess that was easier than deciding where to keep his ID while sleeping in the buff.

If you knew Bobby, you’re probably laughing right now, seeing it unfold before your very eyes. For the rest of you, all I can say is you missed knowing a great man—on or off the job, fully clothed or buck naked.

Rest in peace, brothers.

In Loving Memory

Deputy Robert Mallon

Deputy David Bauchop

Author’s Note: The dialogue used to tell this story is not meant to accurately and factually represent the conversations that were had.


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14 thoughts on “LASD Metro and Bobby Mallon

  1. I loved working with Bob. He was a very smart man, and a great detective. He was also one of the most unique characters in a team of characters. Sometimes I’d check with him before going on my once-a-month extradition trip, particularly if it was to a city I wasn’t familiar with. More often than not, Bob would have an instant recommendation for me (his memory was legendary) regarding where to stay or eat. He’d even suggest what to have at a particular restaurant. It was like having your own travel agent in the Metro team room. I miss that guy!

  2. It’s wonderful to be able to remember your late friends with such hysterically funny stories!

    Thanks for sharing, you have a special gift of description. I’m so glad you turned to writing in your retirement!

    Plus, you’re doing more than your fair share of helping us all get through this strange time with a smile on our faces!

    Stay well.

  3. God Bless all of you who protect us. Your friend sounded like a mane who knew how to cope with problems. Thanks for sharing a special memory

  4. I was fortunate enough to assign and accompany Bob extradition trips to New Orleans. Boy did he know the places to stay, eat and drink.

    1. Hey, Bob, how are you? I remember a very interesting trip I did with you and your partner to Vegas, picking up two fugitives, one of whom was formerly a deputy sheriff. The other dude refused to fly, saying he can’t even ride the rides at Magic Mountain! lol. We rented a van and drove them back. Great hearing from you, sir. I hope you are enjoying retirement. Thanks for reading and commenting on my blog.


      1. I remember that trip trip Danny, fortunately that trip was only from Vegas and not Miami. Doing as best as can be expected and yes enjoying retirement. Furthermore, enjoying your books. Keep up the good work, and stay healthy brother.

  5. Good remembrance. Late 60’s and early 70’s I was on a number of extraditions. Whether. N.Y.,Chicago, L.A., Dallas Or others we were always treated well by the local L.E. Agencies. Even was put up for a night in the New Orleans Parish prison. Better than nothing. Little vacations on the way out. Air out but drove a lot back in rentals. Stay well.

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