From my Police Officer’s “Daily Field Activity Report,” log entry #10, a true Police story about a man who sexually molested a twelve-year-old little girl and then takes justice in his own hands.
We received a message on our Police computer screen to meet the Sergeant along with a few other units. Upon our arrival at the meeting location, the Sergeant informed my partner and me, along with six other officers that we were part of a manhunt for a suspect who had just sexually molested a twelve-year-old little girl.
“My daughter is twelve years old,” one of the other Officers said with a disgusted tone in his voice, “keep focused,” said the Sergeant as he began assigning each of us our assignments.
The Officer, who had taken the molestation report earlier, briefed all of us on what had happened. He said that the suspect was a friend of the little girl’s family and that they were all attending a large gathering at a house. He told us that during the party, the suspect had lured the little girl into a secluded area of the house and molested her. “Thank goodness the child had been educated on how to deal with situations like this,” the briefing Officer said, “Because when the suspect began touching her on her private areas, she screamed NO! HELP “and ran to where other adults were.” He continued to tell us that the suspect ran out of the house and the family called the Police and gave the name, description of the suspect and the address to where the suspect lives.
All of us drove to the suspects house and took up our positions. I knocked on the front door and a woman came to the door and opened it. “We are looking for a man named…”, and before I could even get the man’s name out, the woman interrupted and said, “He’s in the back bedroom,” pointing down the hallway. The woman turned out to be the suspects wife and had learned from the victim’s family that her husband had had sexually molested the little girl. It was very sad because the woman was horrified and shocked.
I took the lead and drew my weapon. Four of us crept down the hallway to a closed and locked bedroom door. I called out the man’s name and ordered him to open the door when all of a sudden we heard a very loud, “BANG!” We took cover, not knowing if the suspect was shooting at us. Over the Police radio, we could hear the Officers whom were outside surrounding the house tell us, “The suspect is down; he has just shot himself in the head.” I kicked down the bedroom door and entered the room. The suspect was lying on the bed and it appeared that he had placed a large caliber handgun under his chin and pulled the trigger, blowing almost half of his head off. The gun was still in the suspects right hand so I walked over to him and took it out.
“What a tragedy,” said one of the Officers, “will someone contact the Detectives to come and investigate,” ordered the Sergeant. “Case closed and justice served,” another callously stated. “Case closed.”