There is no doubt the Middletown Police Department is on the job 24/7, not only offering excellent protection and security at a matter-of-fact part of their job, but also in the variety of services they attend to in the course of a day, week or month.
For instance, the detailed police activity report for August shows that during the month, the department responded to 4,881 calls, representing a variety of their services. They responded to 415 first aid calls along with the township’s volunteer departments, as well as responded to 97 burglar alarms and 132 fire calls. There were also 118 motor vehicle crashes in Middletown during August, as well as 84 arrests, with ten of them for outstanding bench warrants and 18 for domestic violence.
Of the total number of residents, 18 were of residents of Middletown, with the majority coming from out-of-town and from such diverse areas as Brooklyn, and Massachusetts in addition to several local municipalities in Monmouth County. Charges of those arrested ranged from driving under the influence and shoplifting to contempt of court and hindering and resisting arrest. There were some arrests for shoplifting, one for failure to register as a sex offender and failure to change of address and at least one for terroristic threats and harassment.
Next time you see a Middletown…or any town…police officer, thank him or her for your safety.
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