JS reporter John Diedrich’s series on super bad guy Michael Lock are absolutely riveting reads.
But, a few small quibbles. Anyone who buries a couple of bodies in his own back yard is not — absolutely, positively NOT — a criminal mastermind.
And any law enforcement personnel who meets with a violent drug dealer like Louis Jackson (hot grease on your crotch, anyone? Jackson can administer) in a place like Hawthorn Glen, a Milwaukee Public Schools recreation site frequented by children and families, ought to have their heads examined and their badges taken away for a while.
Yet, that is where cops met with Mr. Jackson, their chief informant in the Lock case. Really, really unbelievable.
Interesting story about Louis Jackson.
When I locked him up for violating the restraining order against his ex-wife, Louis turned to me and said, “You really don’t know how dangerous I am.” I should note at the time he said that, he and I were locked in the back of a caged van together, and he said that before this case really hit the media.
Turns out, Louis Jackson was right.