Mr. Boddy-Personal Narrative

The case I chose to write on is based on a DVD that we watched in class called ‘Beaten by a hair’. In this case, a woman was reported missing after she went to work and never returned home. After the police discovered a bloody pillow case in the woods, near her house, they linked it to the missing pillow case in the woman’s room, and then realized that they had a murder case on their hands. A mystery in the case was that one of the local neighbors had mentioned seeing the woman leave through the front door of her house but the evidence says different, so investigators had to find out who left the house that morning. I am interested in this case because it was very intriguing how the forensic officers put all the pieces

What was found at the crime scene was a cement bag with spots of blood on it, blood spots on the sidewalk, and a bloody heel print that was disrupted by the vehicle tracks of the murderers car. There was one witness that saw what possibly could have been the murderer at the exact same lot Short’s body was dumped. In his book Severed: True Story of the Black Dahlia, John Gilmore introduces a witness and the initial finding of Short’s mutilated body. A paper boy on his way to his usual route at around six o’clock a.m. with dew in the air and the sun shining through, saw what looked like to be a black sedan with mud on the bumper. The boy could not make out a person through the windshield because the sun was glaring off of it. Later that morning, a woman named Betty Bersinger was walking her baby in a stroller down the street until she came upon what at first glimpse looked like a broken mannequin. As she crept closer, she saw lacerations to the face and breasts and at that moment, realized it was a real human body. She then went to the nearest house to make a call to the police.

The dinner party had just ended and Plum, Green, Mustard and I were walking to our cars when we saw something laying on the ground lifeless. When we approached the lifeless thing I saw that it was my friend Mr. Boddy. Mr. Boddy is a fit man with brown hair, blue eyes, and always wore a suite that the maid Mrs. Blanche White always ironed the night before. When we got close enough to the body we saw that there was a note and a candlestick the note stated "I am at your dinner party and if you don’t find me by 5:30 I will kill you all and make your deaths painful enjoy trying to find me."

I went over and saw a mask thought of this odd and came to the conclusion that it was the killer’s mask. I also found a bloody suit he must have worn.

The murder of a little girl has haunted Boulder, Colorado. Many people have heard of the famous case of the murder of JonBenet Ramsey. However nobody knows what truly happened the night of her murder. There have been an abundance of conspiracies to what really happened the night of december 25th. 1996. Finding out there was a significant amount of evidence was great news to the DA of Boulder county, and also the many cops of Boulder; but the question still lingers nearly twenty years later who killed JonBenet Ramsey?

There was yellow caution tape encompassing the main focus; the dead body covered in a black bag. The room was full of investigators. Scrutinizing the body position and examining the blood splatter along the wall. One can tell what the investigators were thinking,”How did this man die?” and “Who killed this name?” The difference between those investigators and me was that I know what happened and who committed the crime, I was there.

Watching the morning news, Dr. Andrew O’Brian drank the last of his coffee and whispered, “It is going to be another hot, muggy day, thanks to the warm rain we had last night.” Sitting straight up in his chair as the TV reporter got his attention when she introduced the detective, who said, “Early yesterday afternoon, police found an elderly couple viciously murdered in their home on Olive Ave. We have no other details at this time. If anyone has any information to help solve this case, please call the department.”

My Bubby, which is Yiddish for “grandma”, used to say that my family was like the United Nations. That’s because, while one half of my ancestors were Jews who immigrated to the U.S. from Russia, ending with my dad who was born in Brooklyn, New York, the other half, my mom’s side, came from Ecuador to the U.S. This is not to exclude my aunt Jade who moved from China and converted to Judaism. My mom also converted, and I was raised Jewish, going to temple for Hebrew school and when observing holidays, although I still got to experience the loud, exciting side of my Hispanic family.

The death of Mr. Boddy a wealthy , smart, and intelligent man, has been keeping people on their toes. But we have some clues that can help us with our case.

The modern day forensics now and then were a lot different. Crime Scene Investigation, Fingerprinting, and even crime scene photography were not used in the police investigations at the time of the murders. There was also no social media then to spread the word around about him and gather any clues.

“Well, just for the sake of clearing things up, why don’t you tell me his name and where we can find him and then we’ll just politely ask him what he knows?”

I must have been so lost in thought that I didn’t notice when Susan Brande, the chief detective in the area, walked in the room. Susan walks past the both of us and stares intently at the body. Her partner, a younger girl by the name of Daira Reagan, happily follows, eyeing the body curiously as well.

“Well, I just wanted to talk about what happened to Will. If you know any secrets about him that could potentially lead us to the killer?”

"Someone got murdered, I would appreciate it if you would not enter the trail." said detective Andy.

Walking throughout the rest of the house, I saw the small dingy bathroom with plumbing coming out of the walls with holes everywhere and scum on the water on the shower walls. Looking at the mess in the bathroom, I saw the walls covered in dried blood.