David Hawke's Sacrifice: A Personal Narrative

You could hear the ambulance's loud sirens as they came closer to our house. They grabbed bags from the ambulance. My sister ran outside to lead the paramedics to my mom. They reached into their bag a

Like most things for me, I begin with a story. I have intentionally omitted the names of the killers, this is the victims story not theirs. By all account’s Marjorie Hipperson was a striking young woman, in her early twenties working as a nurse in Hollywood, she had a prosperous future ahead of her. She was returning home on a Saturday evening in May of 1957 from her and her fiancée engagement party to prepare for their upcoming trip to Chicago. Marjorie and her soon to be husband planed to travel to his hometown for their wedding. She began that evening to pack for her journey by neatly arranging her clothes on her nightstand. When Marjorie failed to show for work the next morning or answer any phone calls, her fiancée went to apartment to check on her. Upon his arrival at her home, he discovered his would be bride’s naked lifeless body, her nightgown pulled over her shoulders, her pantyhose wrapped around her neck. At twenty-four years of Age Marjorie had been beaten, raped and strangled to death with her own clothing

June 19, 1975, began a killing spree in Colorado Springs when a soldier from Ft.Carson and his friend who worked on base shot a cook in the head. He only had fifty cents. The next week they stabbed a Fort Carson soldier with a bayonet. On July 1, 1975, they killed Kelsey Grammer’s sister. After raping her, they stabbed her throat and left her out in a trailer park to die. That night they went to Fort Carson and called a cab from a club. That pick up would be Dad’s last. Knowing he was in trouble, Dad called dispatch to ask the distance and the fare to Butts Field, a strange request for a seasoned cabbie on such a small military base. All the fares were thirty five cents except the one to their airport. One of the guys grabbed my dad and slashed his throat from ear to ear, leaving him for dead on the side of the road. They drove the cab through the housing area, across one of its inhabitants front lawns. He had driven a taxi in New York and had his money taken before, but never harmed. Mom laughed hysterically when she told me that even with witnesses, their attorney argued it was too dark to adequately identify them.The local police investigated Karen’s murder, but my dad’s killing had taken place on a military base, putting the federal agents in charge. The murderers were given the death sentence for Karen and the other murders, so the feds decided not to investigate my dad’s case.

An emergency call came in at 9:45 am made by Doug Greene who is a neighbor of the victim Anna Garcia claiming that he had not seen Anna Garcia since her normal morning walk at 6:30 am the previous morning and that the dog had been barking for 2 hours, he had also mentioned that Anna Garcia was wearing a sweater when he had seen her the previous morning while experiencing a 92 degree heat wave. Mr.Greene had called Anna’s telephone with no answer, and had also rang the doorbell with no answer. The EMT and local police had arrived to the scene at 9:56 am, needing to break the door down. EMS discovered Anna Garcia laying face down, dead.

I arrived on scene at approximately 02:11 hours. I approached the front door and the victim, Hollie J. McIntosh (F/W, DOB: 07/26/1988) opened the door and let me inside. I inquired with McIntosh what happened. McIntosh stated she was shoved and choked by her boyfriend, James Dean Carvell (M/W, DOB: 01/25/1988). I observed a red mark on McIntosh’s neck. McIntosh advised Carvell was in the bedroom. McIntosh pointed to the bedroom. I entered the bedroom. Carvell was lying

This is an attempt to unravel the tangle by an objective and empirical examination of information from crime scene and post mortem examination of the victims. Pre-digested information such as speculative newspaper reports, and statements from witnesses other than those called in a professional capacity have been avoided since theirs is largely subjective testimony that confounds more than it informs.

On Tuesday October 4th, Andy Walker (16), bleed to death in the sidewalk in an alley. His death was specified at around quarter to 12 a.m. This situation was investigate even more further, and some results came to the officers of the community. After investigating, it is resulted that one of the Royals’ member was stabbed right right below the rib cage. There are ones that witnessed that he was alive for a while after he was stabbed, and died as the time passed. It is unknown who is the criminal in this case, however it is predicted that high chances one of the members of the “other gang” (name unknown), has stabbed the young royal. Angela Samson (19) has contacted the officers for emergency, however the young royal was found to be dead, covered

There were thirty-eight witnesses in all, watching from their windows as a woman was stabbed and snuffed.” (96) If at least one person would have taken initiative to call for help when they would hear the cries, when this horrendous crime was taking place the

Summary of the Case: Shortly after 9 p.m. on 10/23/1984, 21-year-old Christopher Hanson and his 17-year-old girlfriend, Saladena Bishop, were sleeping in Hanson’s truck on Hobart Boulevard in Los Angeles, California, when a man leaning through the open passenger window awakened Bishop. A second man approached the driver’s window and demanded Hanson’s wallet, threatening death. The man then took Hanson’s wallet and stabbed him 10 times. Both men then walked away. Hanson, who had a disorder that prevented his blood from clotting, died at the scene. Police recovered several pieces of a broken knife, a hat and some palm prints. Christopher Hanson’s father, Arthur, who had

This sudden accusation startled me. I didn’t know what was happening nor did I know how to respond to such a situation. Tears shed down my face for a false blame and I was in misery. I believe that I am a victim. I believe I could not have, not in a million years, committed a crime as such to kill someone so close to me. Someone that meant so much to me. Someone I loved as a dear family member.

When dealing with the death of any human, a thorough, painstakingly slow investigation is the only way to bring justice for a life that was lost much too soon. Every honest and truthful investigation will take months and in many cases years to complete. Detailing even the most remote evidence that may prove crucial when viewed under the light of the full scope of the tragedy should never be rushed because the mob demands justice NOW!

She smiled at the sound of her music. She walked her usual route to school. That normal shrub, that normal tree, that normal building. She sighed at all of the normal things that she passed every day. She just hoped that something else would happen, something exciting. She got the wind knocked out of her as she was pushed out of the way from an unknown force, and an unknown reason. She looked back in time to see that a man had pushed her out of the way as an SUV and a Semi-truck collided with each other. The that stood in front of her was telling her something, but she couldn’t hear anything from the blasting of her headphones. She was too in shock to move, or remove her headphones to hear the man. The police siren sounded off in the distance. She felt the fire

“Thank you, Brian, yesterday afternoon a neighbor called the police to a home on Olive Lane, about a horrible odor coming from the house. Upon entering the home, they found a brutally murdered couple lying on the living room floor. Later they identified them as Mr. Mrs. Bert Stevens. According to the neighbor, their grandson lived with them. However, he was not home when the police arrived. This is Janet Stanwood for WNSF TV in Baltimore, back to you in the studio.”

Early the next morning of December 8th, the lifeless body of Debbie Carter was found strangled in her small apartment. The murder of Debbie Carter flipped this small, rural, bible-belt, town on its head. People were outraged, overwhelmed, and stunned that such a thing could happen in this town to a young, beautiful girl whom everyone had known. This gruesome act put enormous pressure on local law enforcement to find the atrocious criminal. Finger prints, hair, and blood spatter was carefully collected from the scene.

I have been accused of murdering the sheriff’s daughter named Tiara M. Parks she was 23. They said they found me with the gun in my hand but a man was running and shoved it into my stomach, the gun felt hot burnt me a little bit so he must have been recent...so i ran the direction the incident had happened i didnt know yet but what i saw was horrible...her mouth open and a hole in her head..eyes rolled back sinking in...just thinking about gives me colds chills.