Personal Narrative: Sex Crimes

On February 9, 2011, at approximately 7:15 AM, I, GBI Special Agent Abigail Wilkes, arrived at 293 Stone Road to process a crime scene involving two deaths. When I arrived, the crime scene was secured with yellow tape. I met with Deputy Sheriff Ray Chandler. Chandler told me that the two victims, Steve Campbell and Sherry Campbell, had two gunshot wounds each. Sherry Campbell died in the master bedroom of the residence, but emergency medical services (EMS) took Steve Campbell from the scene. Chandler informed that the EMS personnel entered the residence through the front door and placed Steve Campbell on a stretcher. Steve Campbell 's injuries created a blood drip trail when he was transported to the ambulance. The drip trail began in the master bedroom, went through the hallway, out of the front door, and into the yard of the residence. Steve Campbell died on the way to the hospital.

On 04/18/2016 I assisted Sgt. Patterson on a traffic stop in the 900 block of East K-53 HWY, Sumner County, Kansas. When I drove past I observed an older four door passenger vehicle stopped on the north side of the road with Sgt. Patterson's patrol vehicle behind it with emergency equipment activated. I turned around of K--53 and pulled in behind Sgt. Patterson, I activated my rear emergency lights and walked to the passenger side window of Sgt. Patterson's patrol vehicle. In the vehicle he had stopped I could see two white males sitting in the front driver and passenger seats, Sgt. Patterson was already back in his vehicle and was running the occupants information with SUCO 911. Sgt. Patterson told me that the passenger was moving around

The ambulance arrived and confirmed the victim was dead. However, they said that not only did the wreck kill her, but she was stabbed in the back. At that moment, I realized this was not any ordinary car crash, it was a murder. All I could think about was how this woman’s family must feel after receiving information that

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.

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.

I spent nearly five years getting rid of the shadows that I have experienced sexual assault. This incident occurred in the winter when I was a five-grade student in primary school. However, until now, I still remember it.

I am writing in regards to the domestic violence charge I received October 8, 2016. First, I will begin by touching base on the events that occurred that night. I had received an acceptance letter from Clinton Technical School that I had been accepted to nursing school. Since I had gotten accepted I decided that I wanted to celebrate by going to a concert with a friend of mine.

I am trying to figure out who killed Mr. Boddy. So far, the suspect's are Mrs.Peacock, Professor Plum, and Miss Scarlett. Entering into Professor Plum's house. I saw him in his house with a dagger on his table beside him. He said "he had it for safety." So I started searching his house and found nothing, so I left.

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Officer Gordon comes quickly up to me and says “Chief Lussen we found him” and that officer Miles is taking him into the interrogation room. As I take a second to myself and take a deep breath officer Gordon passes me files for the case. I walk towards the interrogation room but i wanted to look at him before I walked in and started interrogating him. So I looked at him through the observation mirror into the interrogation room and thought to me all my years of working as a homicide investigator this case is the case that has shocks me the most. 37 residents that live in the neighborhood and saw & even heard something or someone yelling on the street didn't even call the police.

Evan kept off the interstate for a while sticking to back roads and changing directions periodically to make sure he wasn’t being tailed.

I will not stop until I make the world a safer and better place. Maybe it'll be done by me being a prosecutor and help bring justice to the families who have been hurt. Maybe I’ll be a police officer and work my way up to a detective, or maybe I’ll even be a forensic psychologist and testify in court for the prosecution. It’s obvious I don’t know exactly how I’ll protect my people and make the world safer, but I am determined to do so; I will not give up on making my dreams a reality.

A Sex Offender is defined as a person convicted of certain sex offense crimes. These crimes can range from indecent exposure to possession of child pornography to sexual assault and rape. Sex Offenders can be male or female, range from age twelve to one hundred and twelve, married or single, and high socioeconomic standing or low. There is no definitive characteristics of a sex offender.

Research has shown that sex offenders are perceived by society as remorseless, heartless, dangerous, monsters (Blanchard, 1995; Marshall 1996) with the only considered punishment being to, “lock em up and throw away the key” (Scheela, 2001 p.749).

Most of my drumming moves was OK, but I wanted to get even better. I was pretty excited when my instructor showed up at 430. "Hey, professor, I'm so glad you came to learn me to play!" I said. He got to the point. "Lets see how you play now, and then we'll improve it," he said. I played Tapper's Suite Better than ever, but my skill went unnoticed. "First," he said, "You must set the drum at elbow level. Then we'll worked on your arms and hands." We positioned the drum, and I played again. "Your left hand your weaker is lagging," he said, "and, what's worse, your holding the stock wrong." He made me hold my elbows in grip the stick securely, and straight with the same force from each hand. I was happier before I knew how worse I was