Personal Narrative: Homicide Investigation

Fifteen year old Conrad Clark just came home from basketball practice where he was absolutely exhausted. He is the best player on his undefeated school basketball team. He lives with just his mom and only sibling Thomas after his father had recently been murdered by an unknown killer. As he approached the front door of his massive three story mansion located basically in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a lake and lots of wildlife, a gut punching feeling went through his body. He was remembering what had happened before he left for practice. He got in a huge fight with his mom about his grades in school, and was regretting some of the things he said. He goes through the front door and goes up to his bedroom on the third story. He lays down on his bed and he sees a note telling him that his mom and Thomas, are at a party and will be gone all night. He puts the note down and closes his eyes. About forty five minutes later he wakes up to his alarm going off. He turns off the alarm clock reading 10:30 p.m and is wondering why his alarm went off for no reason. He lets it go past him and goes down to the first floor and turns the television on. He turns on his favorite show, Criminal Minds, when Bang! At that moment Conrad knew that something bad

Just as he had said, he was the truth about not being involved, but when questioned about knowing anything about the murder, he was hesitant to answer. After a few seconds of silence, he firmly answered no. He was lying. He was furthermore questioned about knowing anything of the murder; motives, suspects, and accomplices. An hour passed of rigorous questioning, and yet, he still didn’t admit anything.

I arrived on location and could hear the accused, Robert J. Bourdon yelling in the backyard at his mother. I went to approach Robert and he stated, "Get the fuck away from me you pussy." I jump the small perimeter fence and approached Robert. I radioed to Dispatch to start sending more units, as it was obvious Robert was extremely intoxicated. Robert turned around aggressively and walked towards me with

In February of 2008, I was sitting in a General Court Martial proceeding to defend myself against third-degree murder charges, which arose from a raid my platoon conducted in the rural areas outside of Kirkuk, Iraq. On the night of June 23, 2007, my Platoon Sergeant (PSG) shot and killed a detainee that we had captured early that evening. Realizing what he had just done, my PSG gave me an order that would eventually have me implicated in his crime. I was acquitted of the murder charges, but found guilty of assault through my own testimony. The fact of the matter is, I had a psychotic Platoon Sergeant; Trey Corrales was the walking definition of “Toxic Leadership.” Under the control of Trey Corrales, serving in this platoon was one of the

It was February 12, 2006. My wife and I are about to get ready for the day we’ve been waiting for, we are finally going to seek justice for the man that killed my innocent 4 year old daughter. Since March 3rd I have slept absolutely none, but after today everything will be finished with.

That day still haunts me. It was only my second month as a police officer. I remember the day time sky fading into the dark starry night sky. I flipped on my lights and that when the call came in. It was a 10-40, which means there was a murder. My heart started racing and the adrenaline started flowing through my body. Flipping my lights one I start racing to the scene. Living in Chicago murders were common, but this was my first time responding to a call like this. Getting closer to the park- where the body was- I slowed down and pulled into the park. As soon as I got out of the car this dewiness just took over me. Something felt extremely off. Taking in my surrounding I notice the body it was laying underneath a slide, somewhat hidden under

My full name is Samantha Taylor Miller, I am a criminal justice major. I am from Little Falls, New York. I currently live in North Hall with my roommate, who is also my close friend from high school. Although Little Falls is only about thirty minutes from UC, I am glad I chose to live on campus because I have met so many new people as a result of living in the resident's hall.

Today my mom was murdered. Our doorman, Stuart, found her in our apartment. It was strange to hear someone was murdered in New York but when it's your mom it is even harder. My sister, Maria, doesn't even know, and I don't want to be the one to tell her. I had to drop out of college to take care of Maria and not having someone else to help will be a challenge but I am willing to face it.

“And this woman's case stands she broke the law and she committed the worst crime which is a death” Is there any objections”

The cops showed up at my house yesterday, with the buried shotgun. Drunk me is a bigger idiot than sober me is, that’s for sure. I don’t know why I decided to bury the shotgun with Sheriff Senn, maybe I wanted to leave a present for the man who left me. I do think that the shotgun belonged there, buried in the woods, resting with the memory of the man who brought it to life. I recount all of my escapades with my father, and mother as I’m sitting in the Herkimer County Sheriff’s office. The place seems to have a silent air to it, from the loss of it’s fallen leader. Here is where I start to wonder about Sheriff Senn himself, did he have a wife and kids? Did I take him away from the people that loved him the most? Now I’ve given someone the grief that I felt when I lost my mother. How could I do that? I don’t know why but, a sick feeling of power came over me, knowing that I could toy, and play with people’s emotions like that. Some officer unknown to me grabs me by the shirt collar and jerks me up. “C’mon Steele, we’re going to the back” he snarls, handling me as if I’m a stray dog, mangy and unwanted. I’ve always seen interrogation rooms in cop shows, but when you’re actually in one, it’s a lot scarier. “Reese Jacques Steel,” says Deputy Cross entering the room, “6’5, 215 lbs., Blonde hair, Green eyes, you’re the one aren’t you?” “R.J. Steele, in the flesh sir,” I replied,

Your Honor, at this time I am urged to ask you why you are crying for these two men. Let us not forget the afternoon of May 21. After six months of planning the perfect crime, Mr. Leopold and Mr. Lobe coaxed the young Bobby Franks into their car while he was walking home from school. Once Bobby had been lured into the vehicle, Loeb bludgeoned the poor child over the head multiple times with a chisel. After finding that unsuccessful Loeb dragged Bobby into the back seat and forced a sock down his throat and waited for him to finally suffocate. After the murder, the two men drove the body to Wolf Lake where they poured hydrochloric acid over Bobby's face, abdomen, and genitals. Once they mutilated and dismembered the body, they discarded Bobbys remains in a drain, and then they drove home to write a ransom note and spend the evening playing a leisurely game of cards. And why? Why would these two scholars do something so sinister? Because they were bored. Because they wanted a rush. Because they could. Your Honor, do you still sympathize with these two murders?

I have collected these items not only as evidence for my parents death but to help me believe that it was all real that I was being suspected for their murder. The caution tape and the eyeglass was the materials that I found in my dead parents room before I was escorted to the living room.The Avery fisher hall headliner poster, the last time I could have a nice family moment before chaos with the police tore my family apart.Morris Sampson my first suspect besides my own siblings that could have a motive of murdering my parents due to hate for my mother and writing his opinions into a worst excuse of a book. The pills and the shot to declare the last time I'd ever forgotten to take my vitamins and let it into my system ever again .The airplane

When I would see the attack I would fill with fear and adrenaline. I would act completely different and try to call the police. I can imagine that when I was watching I would get very nervous and energetic I might even have to enter the phone number for the police an couple of times because I entered it wrong. I would try to see what was truly going on before I tried to intervene. I would see if she was really getting attacked. Then I would wait in till after the man left, I would go outside and try to see if I could help. I have training in first aid. I would try to cover up the wound and stop the bleeding. But I would panic as soon as the man came back to finish his work. I might throw myself at him or I could run away, but I know that I would try to do something without really thinking it through. The adrenaline would make me act quicker but not think a much as what I am going to do. It is hard for me to figure out what I would do because I have never felt anything like this before.

My interest in Criminal Justice began around the ages of 11 and 12 years old. I was really fascinated by any television show that involved the criminal justice system. I consumed a lot of my time watching shows such as In The Heat Of The Night, New York Undercover, and Law and Order SVU, just to name a few. As a child I would debate with my fellow peers, especially when I found a topic that I was very passionate about. For a moment, the plan was to become a lawyer. As I grew older, those plans had changed. By the time I had graduated high school, I had chosen a different path.

Before we arrived to the dentistry we stopped at our place to grab our uniforms and some snacks. Along with that, we made sure to give the chief a call and tell him that we had a possible lead. It was still the middle of the night when we arrived to the victim's workplace. Shutting the car door, we stared ahead at the building in front of