Personal Narrative

At approximately 5:28 p.m., I arrived on scene and was briefed by Officer Nicholson. I was provided with the name of the victim Amanda Holmes (white, female DOB 10/17/1982). Officer Nicholson advised me that the victim was last seen by her roommate at approximately 12:00 a.m. I then spoke to the roommate to obtain consent to process the residence.

On 09/23/2016 at approximately 12:00 AM, this Investigator made contact with Yago Krause (DOB: 01/27/00) at his home located at 4101 E. Baseline Rd. Apt. 1024 Gilbert, AZ. According to Yago, he has been home alone for the past 2 to 3 days since he mother was admitted to the hospital. Yago stated that he was at school when his friend Mason Hicks (DOB: 01-28-97) called him about his mother having an overdose. Yago stated that Mason started living in the home about one day prior to his mother 's overdose. Yago said that he asked hospital works what to do since he is by himself. Yago stated that his step father left just before his mother had an overdose. Yago brought this Investigator to a family friend 's home who also lived in the complex. Yago at first refused to go with DCS but cooperated. Yago stated she feels safe at home and with her mother. Yago denied any substance abuse, criminal history, domestic violence, physical abuse, sexual abuse, or emotional abuse. Since Yago 's mother is hospitalized, he was placed with a family friend.

Friday, August 26th, 2016 at approximately 4:50 p.m., I Detective L. Donegain 126 of the Fayetteville Police Department Homicide Unit received a phone call from Sergeant P. Orellano. I was advised of a deceased individual at 1004 Willow Street, Fayetteville, North Carolina 28301.

Tuesday, August 26th, 2014 at approximately 9:32 p.m. Fayetteville central records office (CRU) received a calls in-reference to a missing person from 824 Carol Street, Fayetteville, North Carolina 28305. CRU clerk M.L. Love spoke with James Chambers Sr. and took his statement. James Chambers Sr. last saw his son leaving from work on Friday, August 15th, 2014 in the company of Howard Ashleman. Ashleman and Chambers Jr. we’re going to cash their checks and go to the ABC store. Afterwards they were going back to Chambers’s Jr. residence off of Carol Street. When they left from work Ashleman and Chambers were in Ashleman’s blue 1999 Toyota pickup truck. James Chambers Sr. returned to work on Monday, August 18th, 2014 and his son failed to show

On September 30, 2015 at 8:25, a 911 caller, identified as Mr. Kenneth Ross/Witness #1, reported he found the body of a black male lying face down in the park near his home with blood all around him and he appeared to be deceased. Witness #1 reported the body was located in Woodbury Park adjacent to Wilson Drive in the Pineview neighborhood. The body was near a park bench on the west side of the park. Dispatched at 8:30 a.m., I arrived on scene at 8:45 a.m. and immediately initiated my field notes, began cordon procedures, initiated searching and identifying evidence, identifying possible witnesses and notified the dispatcher to contact the city coroner and have them respond.

I have always believed in Christ since I was a little girl. But it wasn’t until I made the decision to follow him when I truly started to have faith and believed. Following him has mold me into the person I am today. Growing up my grandparents and parents set a good example of how living for Christ should look like. They were always involved in church. My grandpa was a deacon for over forty years and my grandma open her house to many people from the church. Both of my parents became a Christian in their teenage years. They both serve in ministry at our local church. My mom sings in the choir and my dad is a deacon. They have hosted a small bible group in our home for over seven years. Seeing my grandparents and parents serve the lord taught

In the 18 years I’ve been alive, I can honestly say I don’t regret much. I didn’t get in trouble a lot, I never broke a lamp and lied about it, or any other such childish nonsense. I always thought lying was stupid, so I didn’t do it. I sometimes did silly things, but everyone does those. Were the things I did embarrassing? Of course. But I didn’t regret them.

I’m just a tall, skinny, little girl. The confidence level in myself is very low, and it’s hard for me to find friends that actually like me for who I am. I walk in these brick doors almost every morning wondering what today will be like. The cold air hits your face as one would walk into Mrs. Price’s classroom. I sit at my light, wood colored desk hearing all the little voices around me. Suddenly, my ears feel as if they were going to burst. Mrs. Price yelled at the top of her lungs.

After everything that has happened, it was finally over. The sky was dark with rain and cracked with lightning and thunder, bodies littered the ground turning it red with blood. On this battlefield laid Zya Kage, the leader of the rebellion against the king of her homeland. The war raged on for hours, maybe even a day, Zya couldn’t remember. The wound on Zya’s stomach bled and soaked the ground below her with blood, her vision began to fade in and out , she could hear the sounds of yelling and screaming soon began to dissipate from her hearing. Then, as soon as she closed her eyes and let the darkness along with the pain consume her. She heard someone yelling, but it was a lot closer now. She felt hands pressing against her wound, she could see a faint silhouette kneeling beside her, but before she could see who it was. She felt numb and her vision went dark.

One of my worse my memories happened at the age of 9. It has traumatized me for my life and sometimes I still recap back to that day. We lived in an upstairs apartment in Los Angeles, CA. It was a regular morning, my mother and I were getting ready for work and school. Every morning she would take me to school before she goes to work. This particular morning, we ran into two unknown men downstairs of our apartment. One of the men saw us, pulled my mother to the side, started to talk to her and pulled out a weapon. The other man, led me back upstairs and we knocked on my aunt’s door. One of the unknown men, pushed us inside and told us to sit down. The man with the weapon, ask my aunt where was all of her money and started to beat her. I started

I was tired of my father getting on my butt as soon as our eyes met, my mother in my face whenever I came home and my older brother constantly pushing me around at every turn. I was home now and prepared to tell all of them that I had finally said hello and she blew me off and that was that. I was ready to chuck my book bag through a wall as soon as the door closed behind me, but it and the wall never did a thing to me. I had to admit what had upset me more than chubby blowing me off was the fact that I had listened to my older brother and spoke with her in front of everyone? Mr. Wisdom said the pressure of her to speak to me would be greater with people around than if I said a word to her where no one could see the two of us.

“You’re going to be great, Amber, stop worrying,” my mother says with an encouraging smile. There is going to be thousands of people, looking at me and only me, and I swear if I trip, I will shoot myself, what’s there to worry about?, I think to myself returning the smile, so she won’t know how terrified I really am. She gives my sweety, unsteady hand a tight, brief squeeze and slowly walks away to return to our small family of four. I know she must go find a place to sit but I can’t help but want her to hold my hand until all of this is over, just like when I was a little girl. I can’t do this without her… I ponder, as her and the rest of my family slowly intermix with the sea of people. When my family is finally out of sight I hesitantly

After all movement stopped but the trembling of my clammy hands and chilly legs, I knew more than one impact had just occurred.

I was on the cusp of abandoning the window, as there was a dearth of any physical specimen worthy of speculation; however, I lacked the capacity to spark the thought of movement, as the space was occupied by what I’d just seen. I couldn’t help but run the previous scenario on a continuous loop about my mind in hopes of perhaps gathering some indication as to why it was significant, why it struck me as odd, or why I’ve ultimately deemed it worthy of such thought. Nevertheless, it appeared to be inevitable, and there I continued to stand, observing the Vance’s, and the rain that fell relentlessly to the earth.

On scene I made contact with Sergeant Koch who advised me Engine 42 was already on scene and called the time of death at 4:14 PM. Sgt. Koch provided a Florida’s Drivers license of the deceased identifying him as, John Judice. Sgt. Koch and I proceeded to the master bedroom where we observed an elderly white male lying face up in bed with a partially connected c-pap mask. An initial visual overview inspection of the body yielded negative results of foul play and verified the deceased identity. A wants and warrants check was conducted on the deceased by dispatch which yielded negative results.