Siess was a prick. He had joined the police force in his early twenties, determined to become captain one day, and was incensed when he discovered there was no crime in Tuxedo Park. As a result, his passion for law enforcement found satisfaction in harassing kids, and he considered anyone under eighteen a criminal suspect. I was frisked on a number of occasions while walking home from basketball practice at night. By the light of flashing turrets, he searched my gym bag time and again, but instead of the big score, Siess invariably found a jockstrap and a damp Tuxedo High basketball uniform.
