victim: Edward Lundstrom, blunt force trauma
Suspects: Niles Lundstrom
Amelia Martinez
Olaf Do
Esther Benedict
Nevile Akers
Killer: When times get tough the tough go killing.....
It was an easy case, but down to two. It gets hard when no one will talk to you. Took a guess and ............
As Albert Einstein said: "Know the rules and learn how to play better."
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
CONCLUSION- Judas Kiss
It's 5:30 in the morning. I have been sleeping in my son's room for the last three weeks, watching and waiting for it. He awoke suddenly and starting to cry ;
"Mommy! Mommy! Where are you? Don't leave mommy!" Owen crying out in the darkness pleaded.
I awoke suddenly, and feared the worst.
"Owen, Owen, honey; mommy's right here, I'm here honey. I am not going anywhere. I am right beside you!" I comfortingly reassured my five year old child.
I grabbed him and wrapped my arms around him and took him in my lap and started to rock him. His oceanic blue eyes now clouded and sparse, as if no one was there, like Owen was not there. I rocked him for hours, he fell asleep on and off. The sun began to rise and peek through his bedroom window. He woke up and looked into my eyes.
"Mommy, what is heaven like? Are Auntie Jo-Jo and Gram and Pop-pop and Melanie and Daddy there? Are they waiting for me?" He looked at me with all seriousness and hope in his eyes.
"Owen my love, they are all there." I looked down at my son, with tears streaming like waterfalls down my hot cheeks. "I know that heaven will be the most beautiful place that you have ever seen. Do you remember went we went to Hawai'i last year for your fourth birthday? Heaven is like that. Melanie will be there wagging her tail and licking your face to pieces!" I said trying to be brave for my son.
He and I sat there for hours crying and talking and laughing. I made him his favorite sandwich, grilled cheese, for lunch. I could see him wasting away from the cancer and the chemotherapy that he was diagnosed with last year. He has suffered much in his little life. We were in the middle of watching Disney's Brave, when he asked me to lower the volume and rock him while he took a nap. I did as he asked because I knew his strength was leaving him fast. After the movie finished, he looked up and me, and almost in a whisper spoke to me.
"Mommy, Daddy is here. So is Auntie Jo-Jo, Gram and Pop-pop." Owen said as he struggled to point to the corner of the room where there was nothing except a big teddy bear. Tears were now pouring out of my eyes.
"What are they saying to you Owen? How are they doing? Can you tell Daddy I love him and to make sure he takes care of you until Mommy comes to heaven too? I tried to sniffle my tears and be brave for Owen.
"Daddy says he loves you mommy and misses you everyday. Pop-pop says he watches you while you sleep and takes care of you. Daddy told me that I can visit you everyday if I want, but he wants me to tell you that he has come to take me now. " He turned away from the corner and looked at me with tears in his eyes. "Mommy, Daddy says I have to give you one last kiss. He wants me to kiss you and let you know not to cry for me, that I won't be in anymore pain and I won't be sick anymore, like he was before he left. So mommy, I feel brave now. Can I kiss you?" Owen asked as he tried to wipe away his tears.
I looked at him. No words would come from my lips. They had fallen silent. My brain was screaming not to kiss him and let him go, my heart ached to let him free of his pain. I was torn, I want to keep my son always and forever, but in my heart as a mother, I knew . I knew there was no way he could stay. I made a choice that I would regret until the day I die. I felt like I betrayed myself, and my son. But I had to be brave too.
"Owen honey, mommy loves you very much. No matter what happens. Let me give you one last kiss and hug." My heart stopped beating and sank to my toes. Owen turned around slowly towards me. He kissed me one last time on the lips and cheek. Then gave me the biggest bear hug he could afford to give. Slowly and slowly, I could feel his grip loosening. Until he fell limp into my arms. He was gone. I hugged the lifeless body in my arms and looked out the window to the setting sun. A white dove flew onto the window and sat there until the sunset. I knew the dove was Owen sitting with me. Another whit dove flew up sat a few seconds and left. I knew that was my Danny taking his son home. I placed my baby on his bed under the covers, walked over to the window where the sun was setting and watched the doves fly off until they were specks in the sky.
In a low whisper, I said, "Happy fifth birthday Owen!" And then I closed the curtains.
THE END.
"Mommy! Mommy! Where are you? Don't leave mommy!" Owen crying out in the darkness pleaded.
I awoke suddenly, and feared the worst.
"Owen, Owen, honey; mommy's right here, I'm here honey. I am not going anywhere. I am right beside you!" I comfortingly reassured my five year old child.
I grabbed him and wrapped my arms around him and took him in my lap and started to rock him. His oceanic blue eyes now clouded and sparse, as if no one was there, like Owen was not there. I rocked him for hours, he fell asleep on and off. The sun began to rise and peek through his bedroom window. He woke up and looked into my eyes.
"Mommy, what is heaven like? Are Auntie Jo-Jo and Gram and Pop-pop and Melanie and Daddy there? Are they waiting for me?" He looked at me with all seriousness and hope in his eyes.
"Owen my love, they are all there." I looked down at my son, with tears streaming like waterfalls down my hot cheeks. "I know that heaven will be the most beautiful place that you have ever seen. Do you remember went we went to Hawai'i last year for your fourth birthday? Heaven is like that. Melanie will be there wagging her tail and licking your face to pieces!" I said trying to be brave for my son.
He and I sat there for hours crying and talking and laughing. I made him his favorite sandwich, grilled cheese, for lunch. I could see him wasting away from the cancer and the chemotherapy that he was diagnosed with last year. He has suffered much in his little life. We were in the middle of watching Disney's Brave, when he asked me to lower the volume and rock him while he took a nap. I did as he asked because I knew his strength was leaving him fast. After the movie finished, he looked up and me, and almost in a whisper spoke to me.
"Mommy, Daddy is here. So is Auntie Jo-Jo, Gram and Pop-pop." Owen said as he struggled to point to the corner of the room where there was nothing except a big teddy bear. Tears were now pouring out of my eyes.
"What are they saying to you Owen? How are they doing? Can you tell Daddy I love him and to make sure he takes care of you until Mommy comes to heaven too? I tried to sniffle my tears and be brave for Owen.
"Daddy says he loves you mommy and misses you everyday. Pop-pop says he watches you while you sleep and takes care of you. Daddy told me that I can visit you everyday if I want, but he wants me to tell you that he has come to take me now. " He turned away from the corner and looked at me with tears in his eyes. "Mommy, Daddy says I have to give you one last kiss. He wants me to kiss you and let you know not to cry for me, that I won't be in anymore pain and I won't be sick anymore, like he was before he left. So mommy, I feel brave now. Can I kiss you?" Owen asked as he tried to wipe away his tears.
I looked at him. No words would come from my lips. They had fallen silent. My brain was screaming not to kiss him and let him go, my heart ached to let him free of his pain. I was torn, I want to keep my son always and forever, but in my heart as a mother, I knew . I knew there was no way he could stay. I made a choice that I would regret until the day I die. I felt like I betrayed myself, and my son. But I had to be brave too.
"Owen honey, mommy loves you very much. No matter what happens. Let me give you one last kiss and hug." My heart stopped beating and sank to my toes. Owen turned around slowly towards me. He kissed me one last time on the lips and cheek. Then gave me the biggest bear hug he could afford to give. Slowly and slowly, I could feel his grip loosening. Until he fell limp into my arms. He was gone. I hugged the lifeless body in my arms and looked out the window to the setting sun. A white dove flew onto the window and sat there until the sunset. I knew the dove was Owen sitting with me. Another whit dove flew up sat a few seconds and left. I knew that was my Danny taking his son home. I placed my baby on his bed under the covers, walked over to the window where the sun was setting and watched the doves fly off until they were specks in the sky.
In a low whisper, I said, "Happy fifth birthday Owen!" And then I closed the curtains.
THE END.
Monday, February 18, 2013
EVIDENCE
She reached up through the mud, as the rain came pouring down on her, soaking her to the bone. I can just about reach it, almost there. I can just touch it with my fingertips. This will never do I have to get it before it's ruined! She was only inches away from being rescued, but first she had to make contact with the rope.
"Detective? Can you reach the rope? Do we need to lower it more? Are you still down there?" Firefighter Chief Bronson asked.
That's a stupid question, I'm stuck at the bottom of a thirty foot deep well; where does he expect me to go?
"Yeah, I'm still down here Dick! Get me out!" the Detective replied almost shivering from the cold damp rain. "Don't forget to send forensics when I get up, I found what I came down here for!"
"All right then, we will have you up in a jiffy!"Chief Bronson replied, rather preoccupied.
She patted her vest pocket to make sure the item that she jumped in the mud to get was still there. It was, it hadn't moved since she put it there.
After what seemed like hours went by, the fire chief dropped the rope more and she was able to use it and walk up the side of the well. She reached the top and there was a crowd of firefighters, police, detectives, and forensics had started to gather.
The rain still pouring down, now in droves, the Detective pulled out the mud filled gun with a silencer attached, that was stationed in her pocket, and handed it to the forensic unit.
"It's still viable Detective! You might have just saved evidence and brought the killer to justice!" the forensic analysist said encouragingly.
"Even though the evidence is viable, and will bring justice; there is no justice for our victim."
Protecting the evidence is key to any investigation. This was inspired by the CSI Miami clip that we watched earlier in the pod. If you lose the evidence, your case may go cold. No police officer likes cold cases they ruin statistics. Protect the evidence, whatever the weather.
"Detective? Can you reach the rope? Do we need to lower it more? Are you still down there?" Firefighter Chief Bronson asked.
That's a stupid question, I'm stuck at the bottom of a thirty foot deep well; where does he expect me to go?
"Yeah, I'm still down here Dick! Get me out!" the Detective replied almost shivering from the cold damp rain. "Don't forget to send forensics when I get up, I found what I came down here for!"
"All right then, we will have you up in a jiffy!"Chief Bronson replied, rather preoccupied.
She patted her vest pocket to make sure the item that she jumped in the mud to get was still there. It was, it hadn't moved since she put it there.
After what seemed like hours went by, the fire chief dropped the rope more and she was able to use it and walk up the side of the well. She reached the top and there was a crowd of firefighters, police, detectives, and forensics had started to gather.
The rain still pouring down, now in droves, the Detective pulled out the mud filled gun with a silencer attached, that was stationed in her pocket, and handed it to the forensic unit.
"It's still viable Detective! You might have just saved evidence and brought the killer to justice!" the forensic analysist said encouragingly.
"Even though the evidence is viable, and will bring justice; there is no justice for our victim."
Protecting the evidence is key to any investigation. This was inspired by the CSI Miami clip that we watched earlier in the pod. If you lose the evidence, your case may go cold. No police officer likes cold cases they ruin statistics. Protect the evidence, whatever the weather.
The Simple riddle of the Ancient Phantom
Victim: Omar Do (age 21) stab wounds
Suspects: Ursula Smith (bookie)
Wendy Do (aunt)
Russell Vroorman (neighbor)
Barren Do (brother)
Killer: All bloods lead to home
This one is different because it had two people it could be, the most important thing to remember is the evidence. People will lie, but evidence does not lie. The murder weapon was found in someone else's house, but if you check the evidence one in a while, it gets narrowed down. Everybody shares pieces, but the most important piece is details.
Suspects: Ursula Smith (bookie)
Wendy Do (aunt)
Russell Vroorman (neighbor)
Barren Do (brother)
Killer: All bloods lead to home
This one is different because it had two people it could be, the most important thing to remember is the evidence. People will lie, but evidence does not lie. The murder weapon was found in someone else's house, but if you check the evidence one in a while, it gets narrowed down. Everybody shares pieces, but the most important piece is details.
Friday, February 15, 2013
tension
The tension in the courtroom was unbearable. My palms are sweaty and clammy, hundreds and hundreds of thoughts are running through my head, like a flowing stream of water. Will he be convicted? Will he be let go? Will he get any punishment? What will happen after this is over? These and many other thoughts were just some of the questions that made my palms sweat more. We all stood up silently and quietly as the judge came into the room, and sat in his chair.
" Bring in the prisoner for the verdict." The judge instructed.
Mark McClinton was brought into the courtroom. He was in his thirties if I had to guess, but just seeing his scraggly unshaven face made my stomach turn, and me feel nauseated. He sat down in his chair still shackled and chained with his new outfit of fluorescent orange, with the words Property of Sing Sing branded on his back. The door to let the jury in creaked open a tiny bit, everyone's attention was changed from him to the jury door.
"Bring in the jury, so this court can be officially in session." The judge again instructed.
The jury was brought in and no one looked at each other or us. My heart pounded and felt like it was going to be racing in the marathon. Please God, I started praying, please let them come back with a guilty verdict for Jannah. Please God, what he did to her he deserves it. Tears were welling up in my eyes with almost a burning sensation filled with anger and hate.
"Madam Foreperson, has the jury reached their verdict?" The judge's words seemed to stay on his lips forever. The jury foreman stood up and faced the judge handing a piece of paper to the bailiff. My heart stopped, her words were fruitless to my ears. My gaze was bonded to a small insignificant scrap of paper that was traveling at the pace of a snail toward the judge. He opened it and looked into the eyes of the man sitting before him, folded it back up and returned it to the bailiff. He in turn returned it to the foreman of the jury.
"On the account of Rape in the first degree, and Murder in the first degree, how do you find the defendant?"
"We the jury find the defendant-"
In this one, I tried to aim the tension, to the mother of the victim. It is a very tense and nerve wracking when you just have to sit there and wait for the jury or judge to come back with a verdict and you have to sit there and watch the defendant with his life and future hanging in the balance. Will he be let go or will they convict him? It all depends on twelve people with the fate of someone else's life in their hands. I do not know what I would do if I happened upon the situation where I realized that I have to power to kill someone, let then live out what life they have left in a 8x8 cell, or let them go to kill again possibly. That would be tense for me. When I was writing this I could feel my palms start to sweat and my heart began racing. I try to make them as real as I can for myself and the reader. I hope you were as tense as I was!
" Bring in the prisoner for the verdict." The judge instructed.
Mark McClinton was brought into the courtroom. He was in his thirties if I had to guess, but just seeing his scraggly unshaven face made my stomach turn, and me feel nauseated. He sat down in his chair still shackled and chained with his new outfit of fluorescent orange, with the words Property of Sing Sing branded on his back. The door to let the jury in creaked open a tiny bit, everyone's attention was changed from him to the jury door.
"Bring in the jury, so this court can be officially in session." The judge again instructed.
The jury was brought in and no one looked at each other or us. My heart pounded and felt like it was going to be racing in the marathon. Please God, I started praying, please let them come back with a guilty verdict for Jannah. Please God, what he did to her he deserves it. Tears were welling up in my eyes with almost a burning sensation filled with anger and hate.
"Madam Foreperson, has the jury reached their verdict?" The judge's words seemed to stay on his lips forever. The jury foreman stood up and faced the judge handing a piece of paper to the bailiff. My heart stopped, her words were fruitless to my ears. My gaze was bonded to a small insignificant scrap of paper that was traveling at the pace of a snail toward the judge. He opened it and looked into the eyes of the man sitting before him, folded it back up and returned it to the bailiff. He in turn returned it to the foreman of the jury.
"On the account of Rape in the first degree, and Murder in the first degree, how do you find the defendant?"
"We the jury find the defendant-"
In this one, I tried to aim the tension, to the mother of the victim. It is a very tense and nerve wracking when you just have to sit there and wait for the jury or judge to come back with a verdict and you have to sit there and watch the defendant with his life and future hanging in the balance. Will he be let go or will they convict him? It all depends on twelve people with the fate of someone else's life in their hands. I do not know what I would do if I happened upon the situation where I realized that I have to power to kill someone, let then live out what life they have left in a 8x8 cell, or let them go to kill again possibly. That would be tense for me. When I was writing this I could feel my palms start to sweat and my heart began racing. I try to make them as real as I can for myself and the reader. I hope you were as tense as I was!
Favor the beat cop- do him a favor
Victim: Filipia Ringold (beat cop's friend) death by gunshot wounds
Suspects: Caesar Ringold-servant
Horace Perigen- brother
Narayen Nuyen-associate
Warrick Newsom- Servant
Tabitha
Killer: Even the closest of allies, can be the worst of enemies.
I have learned the 'power' of the great Sherlock Holmes! this case needs the use of deduction, no one talks you have to go with what you have, you have to guess and deduct from what you have to work with, which sometimes is not much at all.....
Suspects: Caesar Ringold-servant
Horace Perigen- brother
Narayen Nuyen-associate
Warrick Newsom- Servant
Tabitha
Killer: Even the closest of allies, can be the worst of enemies.
I have learned the 'power' of the great Sherlock Holmes! this case needs the use of deduction, no one talks you have to go with what you have, you have to guess and deduct from what you have to work with, which sometimes is not much at all.....
Saturday, February 9, 2013
The Everyday search for the dark figure
Victim: Quinn Dorsey, Stab wounds (relation to Tommy Dorsey: UNKNOWN)
Suspects: Scott Addison- Executor of Estate
Colin Anderson- Lawyer
Gwendoline Babcock- Neighbor
Xavier Dorsey- Son
Killer: ......TBA
Everyone has a different motive for killing: passion, money, revenge, theft, divorce, and others. But when it gets, well not so but sometimes it is, to be someone close then it is a shocker. This murder was committed out of revenge, and almost spite. But, you know the saying blood is thicker than water, not always the case, sometimes water is thicker than blood.
Suspects: Scott Addison- Executor of Estate
Colin Anderson- Lawyer
Gwendoline Babcock- Neighbor
Xavier Dorsey- Son
Killer: ......TBA
Everyone has a different motive for killing: passion, money, revenge, theft, divorce, and others. But when it gets, well not so but sometimes it is, to be someone close then it is a shocker. This murder was committed out of revenge, and almost spite. But, you know the saying blood is thicker than water, not always the case, sometimes water is thicker than blood.
Friday, February 8, 2013
PLOT
My name is Peter Lionel Oliver Tchovsky, I am fifteen years old. I go to Westpoint High, in Westpoint, Deleware. I was in the mall the other Saturday with my friend Jilian Moralez and Nick Panas. We are known
as 'the delinquents'. But yet we have never done anything wrong, we have never been to jail, never been
expelled or suspended. We are referred to that name because Jil is Goth, has some visible tattoos her
favorite color is black and her past has been pretty dark if you know what I mean. Nick is gay, he has a lim
green mo-hawk. His dad left him and his mom for another man and his mom married another woman. And
me, well I just never see my parents. They are always working my dad is a big shot lawyer and just go
asked to go for his judgeship, Judge Mark Tchovsky, as he will be called. My mom ,Mary Lu Tchovsky
MD, works in Psychopharmacotherapy and Nuclear Pharmacy. She travels all around the world for her
job. So no one is ever home at my house. But anyway, back to the other Saturday at the mall. The three of
us were just walking along by the computer store. This lady dropped her wallet. We all saw her, and I
walked over to it and picked it up and tried to catch her before she left the mall. Jil thought she saw her
heading down to the food court. So we headed that way. On our way there, we hear someone yell : "STOP!
THIEVES!" We looked at each other and turned around. The lady who had dropped her wallet, came
running up to us with a security guard. She came up to me and slapped my face and called me a thief in front
of the whole mall. I looked nervously at Jil and Nick. Neither one knew what was happening either. The
security guard called us delinquents, as if he knew our 'nicknames'. We tried to explain what was happening
and that we were actually looking for her and not stealing her wallet. She was not going to hear any of it, she
made me give her the wallet and checked to make sure everything was in it. And she went on her way
ranting and raving. The security guard looked back at us and said that he knew we were stealing her wallet.
We were all banished from the mall for doing nothing except trying to find the owner of a wallet. And doing
something nice.
There are two plots in this story. Did you find them? No?
One plot is "Don't judge a book, or a person, by the cover", the second is "no good deed goes unpunished". Unlike the RED WIND story from our text, you can have two plots and have a flowing story. But that story was all over the place. This has clear plots once you know what they are.
as 'the delinquents'. But yet we have never done anything wrong, we have never been to jail, never been
expelled or suspended. We are referred to that name because Jil is Goth, has some visible tattoos her
favorite color is black and her past has been pretty dark if you know what I mean. Nick is gay, he has a lim
green mo-hawk. His dad left him and his mom for another man and his mom married another woman. And
me, well I just never see my parents. They are always working my dad is a big shot lawyer and just go
asked to go for his judgeship, Judge Mark Tchovsky, as he will be called. My mom ,Mary Lu Tchovsky
MD, works in Psychopharmacotherapy and Nuclear Pharmacy. She travels all around the world for her
job. So no one is ever home at my house. But anyway, back to the other Saturday at the mall. The three of
us were just walking along by the computer store. This lady dropped her wallet. We all saw her, and I
walked over to it and picked it up and tried to catch her before she left the mall. Jil thought she saw her
heading down to the food court. So we headed that way. On our way there, we hear someone yell : "STOP!
THIEVES!" We looked at each other and turned around. The lady who had dropped her wallet, came
running up to us with a security guard. She came up to me and slapped my face and called me a thief in front
of the whole mall. I looked nervously at Jil and Nick. Neither one knew what was happening either. The
security guard called us delinquents, as if he knew our 'nicknames'. We tried to explain what was happening
and that we were actually looking for her and not stealing her wallet. She was not going to hear any of it, she
made me give her the wallet and checked to make sure everything was in it. And she went on her way
ranting and raving. The security guard looked back at us and said that he knew we were stealing her wallet.
We were all banished from the mall for doing nothing except trying to find the owner of a wallet. And doing
something nice.
There are two plots in this story. Did you find them? No?
One plot is "Don't judge a book, or a person, by the cover", the second is "no good deed goes unpunished". Unlike the RED WIND story from our text, you can have two plots and have a flowing story. But that story was all over the place. This has clear plots once you know what they are.
Monday, February 4, 2013
unusual riddle of an untamed treasure
Victim: Ruby Wickland, 18, Blunt force trauma
Suspects: Kabir Rittenhouse
Srinath Wickland
Maureen Lundstrom
Norma Dorsey
Killer: UNKNOWN......
Some people make me wonder. I have seen this before, the people who report the crime, sometimes are the ones who do the crime. Do they want to get caught? Do they feel like they need to make amends for their actions? But some people who report the crimes are the real killers. I guess that is the beauty of a mystery, some answers will never be solved and others tend to be right under your nose, and according to my grandmother, if they got any closer would bite you.
Suspects: Kabir Rittenhouse
Srinath Wickland
Maureen Lundstrom
Norma Dorsey
Killer: UNKNOWN......
Some people make me wonder. I have seen this before, the people who report the crime, sometimes are the ones who do the crime. Do they want to get caught? Do they feel like they need to make amends for their actions? But some people who report the crimes are the real killers. I guess that is the beauty of a mystery, some answers will never be solved and others tend to be right under your nose, and according to my grandmother, if they got any closer would bite you.
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