Personal Narrative: The Accused For Murder

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.

When I got home, I received a call from my appointed lawyer. He wanted to set up a time to meet and to have me tell him my side of the story. I could tell by the tone in his voice during the call that he already assumed I was

Nathan went on to say, “That when Plaintiff sliced her wrists… Plaintiff was taken to a hospital in Horry County where her self-inflicted knife wounds were sutured to stop the profuse bleeding.”

“Because, he knew I was a thief twenty years ago so he planned to catch me on this day.”

A woman by the name Michele Wanko was charged with involuntary manslaughter, aggravated assault, and possessing an instrument of crime. Michele shot and killed her husband. Michele and her husband William Wanko lived in Philadelphia. It was a night when these two decided to put the children to bed and have a few drinks. They both had been drinking that night, for exactly six hours straight. They were drinking vodka and juice all night long, now with drinking that long period of time, the couple had to have been drunk. Because someone constantly drinking for a long period of time, there is going to be some type of impact from the alcohol. William wanted to teach his wife how to shoot a gun, and they decided to go into the basement and begin shooting. When she retrieved the gun from their safe, she instantly aimed the gun at her husband and shot him in his chest. He looked at her and asked her why she shot him before collapsing on the ground. The police were called, and William was pronounced dead at the hospital and Michele was charged. Some may look at this case different and

“We need you to take us to your house right away, and show us your copy of the gun.”

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

“Marlene Barnes, when I looked at this case, I thought it possible based on circumstantial evidence. However, as I’ve listened to the evidence presented, I've changed my mind and now believe you’re a cold hard killer with no conscious. According to the evidence, you committed a most heinous senseless murder by smashing your mother's head and dumping her body in the trash. The court sentences you to die in the death chamber at the State Prison. Get her out of here,” the judge said as the

" I am Frenchy Logan, I am head State Detective. I had called your boss to tell him I was claiming this case," I told her coolly as I walked over to the body and started to glance over it.

What if you were sent to jail for a robbery that excelled to a murder that you didn’t commit. Well this event happened to a young black boy, named Steve, that was influenced by his environment. The crime that Steve was a part of was robbery and first degree murder.The reason he took part in these events are unknown, but one thing that is certain is he will be charged and have to be proven innocent or guilty. What do you think? Will Steve be proven innocent or guilty of the crimes he was charged with? In all honesty Steve should be held accountable for the robbery with his associate’s James King and Bobo Evans but not for the charge of first degree murder of Mr. Nesbitt (the drug’s store owner). After reading all the evidence it can be proven

“Mr. Logan, where are you employed.” Michelle said. Turning on an overhead projector, displaying pictures of Katherine Lincoln’s bloody head and face. A loud gasp from the jury, and the courtroom. “Oh my God!” Marlened screamed.

that was on July. My parents were afraid for me, but I didn’t care at all. Before I went to court I woke up at 6AM and went to my friends house to go pick up weed, and get an old english, and a mickey 40. I went to pick up 2 grams. 1 gram was of blue dream og, and the other gram was monster og. I got hooked up and went to the liquor to go get my blunts and some 40’s. “ Aye Blaze, break down the weed while I take out the blunts”, I said. She said, “Okay I’ll break the 2 grams down and put some kief on it after.” After breaking it down we got the blunt and put the weed on it and got some keys out to get the kief and put it on top the weed then I rolled it and gave a little lick and it was rolled. We took the lighter out and started to burn it and I got the first hit. The weed was greenish brownish, felt sticky and hard, taste like an oily herb, and smelled like a plant and everything sounds like an echo. “Cough cough”, I said. I was choking and it started to hit so I took a sip of my mickey. I didn’t have water so I was sipping. It was 6:45AM and my court appointment was at 8:00. Me and Blaze smoked the 2 blunts and drank the 40’s then she said “Break a leg, mija! Hope those pigs don’t lock you up. I’ll drink one for you and many more will be waiting when you come out.” I left and went home all faded and kinda buzzed. I was so hungry that I could eat a horse. I was on the munchies and my eyes were as red as the flag of America. Getting faded is like being in heaven. I went with my parents, and they were waiting for me on the car. I got on the car, and my mom started yelling. She said,

Exam 2 Essay Helen, twenty-two year old of a wealthy family, is a group of people. The group is most likely lead by two men, Allen and Mark. They hold Helen captive for many weeks, abusing her, threatening her with bodily harm, and failing to provide necessary nutrition and sleep. Helen observes what she thought to have been Allen attempt to murder Mark, injuring him greatly, and is then forced to finish Mark off.

They all went inside the shed and Jorgie laid Jazmine’s body on a clear plastic covering. On the ground lay a couple pairs of gloves and a various amount of weapons: a gun, a large knife, a bat, and an axe. They obviously weren’t comfortable with killing a human being but anything to save yourself right? After a couple minutes of contemplating, they finally chose to stab her with the large sharp, stainless steel knife.

What seemed like mere seconds later, cops busted through the door, showering splinters of wood through the threshold. Their gun were trained on me but I stood there, as still as the lifeless bodies at my feet. The bloody knife I held in my hand was a testimony to the crimes that had been committed, whose victims lay at my feet.