This was especially frustrating for the veteran SEB deputies, they were accustomed to winning. They were used to being respected and feared by the bad guys. Geraghty was laughing and mocking them and no matter how they tried, they could not catch the culprits.
That night I was on patrol with my partner Jim “Kojak” Vetrovec in Geraghty’s area, working an ELA gang suppression unit. Over the radio SEB Units requested a meeting with us at City Terrace Park. They told us about what had gone on that night. They asked if there was another way to reach the Chica Loma and the Geraghty Gang.
Vetrovec and I led the SEB Units up Herbert Avenue to the west side of the hill. We parked our units several blocks away and stumbled along the dark twisted switchback trails up the back side of Chica Loma. Like troops in the Central Highlands of Vietnam we sneaked under overgrown trees, through bushes, and around ramshackle sheds and rundown houses, until we were just above the bonfire. Strangely, although we were only a few feet from the gang members, they apparently could not see us in the darkness. They were drinking and laughing near us but their attention was directed down to the street below.
The SEB Units then signaled quietly for the bait. An SEB Unit had been assigned to remain in the area and now it drove up and stopped directly below the Chica Loma. The gang went wild throwing rocks and bottles and yelled insults at the SEB police unit. Then we sprung the ambush.
Suddenly we stepped out of the darkness into the fire light, and the fight was on. SEB took many Geraghty “Vetranos” (Gang Veterans) into custody for numerous drugs, alcohol, assault on an officer, and throwing missiles at a vehicle charges that night.
Over the following years the constant gang wars and attrition took out many of Geraghty’s best warriors. About a half dozen continued to gang bang while confined to wheel chairs. But eventually, surrounded by so many enemies, with no allies to come to their aid, Geraghty’s prominence faded.