Personal Narrative Essay: The Murder Of Dorothy Scott

I, Detective Wilde, am being assigned the opportunity of a lifetime! Solving the murder of Richard Webster is what's going to determine whether I receive a spotlight in the newspaper. Business has been slow lately so this will help pick it up. Ahead of the interrogation, I gathered data on the victim and each of the suspects. Some background research shows that the Webster Network of co-workers are troubled: Richard, a class A jerk, Hugh, a broken businessman, Rita, in a troublesome relationship, H.T., a misanthrope, Dee, too loyal, Del, a sloth and victim’s cousin, Justin, once jailed for computer hacking. I am going to tactfully style my questions so they will be spouting a fountain of truth. According to my calculations, everyone who is

I read the paper as Melinda hands it back to me it says “I didn’t call the cops to break up the party, I called them because some guy raped me. Under the trees.I didn’t know what to do. I was stupid and drunk and didn’t know what was happening and he raped me. When the police came, everyone was screaming, and I was too scared, so I cut through some backyards and walked home.” I hate myself right now I ditched our friendship because she broke up the party and almost got me arrested. I didn’t even listen to what her side was. I swore that I’d never be her friend again when I should’ve. No wonder why she’s changed so much.

I will evaluate the murder of Jones. I will talk about how Jason was convicted of murder in the second degree and got six years in prison. I will analyze and discuss the damaging effects of corruption on law enforcement by relating the issue of murder to the arrest of a law enforcement officer for a high – profile crime – property, violent, or white collar. I will explain how a officer 's choice and behavior can affect an entire law enforcement agency. I will explain how the choice can also affect the reputation of the community, finding of the agency, and other community or criminal justice-related issues. I will discuss how the legislature defines criminal behavior and how money influences every decision they make for the criminal justice system daily functions. I will suggest a plan on how Centervale 's criminal justice professionals can help to bridge the gap between legislature and the citizens by bringing more awareness about legislature that might affect them before it is signed into law (that is, public safety legislation, and crime control legislation). I will support my position on the early release of violent offenders from prison with criminal justice, research on recidivism and other pertinent topics, such as budgetary constraints. I will also talk about the " fear of crime " that citizens have brought to the Mayor and other city officials from the violent crime stand point. I will also recommend and support my research with examples from Centervale officials,

“Boy meets girl, girl perfect women. Girl gets to busting before the cops coming running” Jay-z ft Beyonce On the Run. For years the general public has gathered information about Bonnie and Clyde in which led me to the paper I am currently writing today. They have influenced the generations after them that they could find someone to love dearly even if one does not work out. It is no secret as to what they were responsible for doing however several took to their adventure and looked forward to where they would end up next. Bonnie and Clyde have been the talk amongst many due to the fact that they have many questions that have been unanswered for years. Some ask themselves “When” Others want to know “How” But me I would like to know “Why” and

“Hello? Are you there?” Dorothy was about to hang up when she heard a familiar voice on the other end of the line. She froze, chills running up her spine. With her shaking hand struggling to stay to her ear, she heard the voice speak again. "Ok," his voice more aggressive than previous calls, "now you're going to come my way, and when I get you alone, I will cut you up into bits so no one will ever find you." The color drained from Dorothy’s face and she felt as though she were about to faint. She had received calls from this man before, but nothing as aggressive and gruesome as this. He knew where she was at all times of the day, what she was doing, and even what she was wearing. It drove her nearly insane that she couldn’t identify the caller. She had once told her mother after one of his earlier phone calls that she recognized the voice, but was unable to recall who itw was. She decided later that day that she would take up karate classes for her protection, and may even purchase a pistol; however, she didn’t know that these efforts would be proven ineffective in about a week’s

It was the year 1889 and I wanted a baby so desperately. You see a vampire like me is less likely to get pregnant than a steer. I was on the hunt for somebody’s baby to take. I had just relocated to the town Minneapolis when I heard a young girl not even the age of fifteen with two heart beats. I had found my next victim.

We jumped in our bulletproof 1960 ferrari 250 gt and we road down to the greyhound entrance gate. We gave him our fake id’s and he let us in. We drove all the way up to the main building without getting caught. We got out the car and we had a duffle bag filled with a two handguns a automatic machine gun and a sniper. Then we walked into the building and we started by killing each person on the bottom floor. I started to not pay attention and ran ahead of the captain and i turned around realizing i wasn't listening to the captain he was on the ground

Mrs. Malone giggled. But soon after, the phone rang. Mary Malone got up and picked it up.

There was, however, something different about this time. Before I was released that Sunday, one of the deputies pulled me to the side for a quick chat. He told me that I was found in a dark space behind an abandoned building with my shirt open and my pockets turned inside out missing all of its contents. I

The first thing I heard when I woke up were loud sirens and I saw blue and red lights. “This will be easy,” I said to myself. I'll just turn invisible and walk right out. However that was not the case. I tried to go invisible, but it didn't work. The cops finally walked in and arrested me. And now I'm sitting in my cell, waiting for something to happen. Then someone walked towards my cell who wasn't a cop. I said “Hey, who are you?” He said “You don't know who I am?” “I am Drake Steel, head of the CIA, we've seen what you can do, and we want you.”

Did these people have something to do with my aunt's murder? Is that why people had suddenly been so nice to me? No, they couldn’t have done that. Not these people. They couldn’t afford to go to jail, could they? I didn’t want to believe what I knew should. I didn’t want to believe what was probably true, and I knew I shouldn’t. Not yet. I needed proof of everything before I could start pointing my finger. I can’t just say something. That would ruin everything. Instead, I need cold hard facts and evidence. Facts that I would have to get on my own. I decided that the first thing I need to do was to sneak back in after

I woke up to a police officer yelling in my face. The ropes binding me are gone. I don’t understand anything going on around me. I’m on the floor of what looks like a pet store. All I know is that every single person around me is convinced that I killed the woman next to me. The officer that woke me up keeps asking me what happened, but I can’t tell him. I don’t know what happened. It’s not like he’s asking if i murdered this woman. He’s convinced I did. I’m already in handcuffs, they just don’t want to take me yet for whatever reason. Several long hours go by.

The day continues like every other day but little did sally know this was going to be a different day for her. When sally got to 6th period she got a text from a random number it's said to come meet me at 3251 w 15.st ,sally was immediately freaked out by this. She showed all her friends during 6th period and asked them if they knew were that was john hurriedly googled the address and they discovered it was the haunted house they had been talking about earlier. She was planning on going but know she doesn't know because what if it's someone dangerous. She and her friends decided they were going to confront this person tonight. After School, she rushed home to get her things ready she packed pepper spray, a light, her phone, and a candle with matches. She was going to meet everybody at the house at 7. Attempting to act normal around her parents was very difficult. Her mom and dad

I then pulled her blanket off of her, and saw that she was covered in blood and wasn't breathing. I rushed out of the bedroom and down the steps to call 911. In my frenzy to get help the operator couldn't understand me and repeatedly asked what I was saying. Moments later I heard sirens in front of the house, so I scurried to the door to let the police in. They started investigating, but couldn’t find any evidence about the murder. The policemen started questioning me and accusing me of murdering my wife. The next day they came back to my house with a warrant for my arrest. They escorted me to the to the cop car and took me to the police station. When I arrived, I called my daughter and told her what had happened. I told her to go get money out of the safe and call Uncle Daniel to come pick her up. Since Daniel was one of the highest rated lawyers in town I knew I had a good shot of freedom. The policemen came and took me from my cell and told me that I was being released. My neighbor had reported a break in and told them everything. He told them about how her brother was angry because their father had fallen ill and Melissa was going to inherit their father’s red

“What do you mean he’s gone missing?” I was shocked and outraged. “I’m sorry ma’am, but-” “So you are telling me that you lost a wonderful boy like Jerry, under your care!” I practically shouted. Miss Clark was taken aback by my sudden outburst. She was shaking and her eyes were wide with terror. “The authorities are on the lookout for him, but we have so far found nothing at all. We have asked everyone who was close to him if they might have a clue of his whereabouts, but none of his peers knew anything. I’m sorry ma’am. We are doing the best we can, to locate him.” I was so angered at her, I hadn’t noticed how much I had lost my cool. The poor old lady was trembling with wide eyes full of terror, a gaping mouth, and deep breaths. I decided