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Book Description Publication Date:January 21, 2012 The story is one of harassment, murder and cover up by institutions of higher learning and fumbled investigations by some law enforcement agencies involved. The story begins with the first disappearance and then the grim discovery of a young man's body. Not just any young man, but like others whose' fate came at the hands of a sick band of a cult that has perpetrated over 100 such murders across America. This cult lives amongst us and in State and Federal prisons throughout the U.S. They Prey on the brightness of college men, whose' educational backgrounds will take them into law enforcement, politics, jurisprudence and social services. In addition they have preyed on campuses to recruit young females to bide there statically wishes and promote their skewed fantasies of Lucifer. We send our children to campuses across the nation to be educated and to learn the social graces that promote the ideals of this great nation. While there we expect the same institutions to provide a secure and safe environment that assures our children (young adults) with the knowledge that they're free from physical harm Show More Show Less Enabled X-Ray: Not Enabled Lending:Enabled Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #661,292 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store) Would you like to give feedback on images or tell us about a lower price? Customer Reviews (1) 5.0 out of 5 stars 5 star 1 4 star 0 3 star 0 2 star 0 1 star 0 See the customer review Share your thoughts with other customers Write a customer review Most Helpful Customer Reviews Victim Justice May 13, 2012 By ElaNhorma Amazon Verified Purchase I enjoy reading books, both in Spanish and English and Victim Justice is by far one of my favorite books. It kept me in such suspense that I couldn't put the book down. It was quite the page turner. I found myself reading this book way past my bed time. Even though the story is based on fiction, it made me think that something like that can really happen in real life. The outcome blew me away! Great storyline! Thanks for the entertainment! Comment | Was this review helpful to you? Yes No › See the customer review Write a customer review
Search Customer Reviews Only search this product's reviews Victim Justice TOP Kindle Book Print Book Feedback | Help | Expanded View | Close Victim Justice(Kindle Edition) by Gerald K. Eischen, Susan Eischen (1) Kindle Edition $9.99 Deliver To Register a new Kindle Send this sample to your Kindle Book sections Cover Beginning Search Inside This Book Just so you know... VICTIM JUSTICE Written by: G. K. Eischen INTRODUCTION The story is one of harassment, murder and cover up by institutions of higher learning and fumbled investigations by some law enforcement agencies involved. The story begins with the first disappearance and then the grim discovery of a young man's body. Not just any young man, but like others whose' fate came at the hands of a sick band of a cult that has perpetrated over 100 such murders across America. This cult lives amongst us and in State and Federal prisons throughout the U.S. They Prey on the brightness of college men, whose' educational backgrounds will take them into law enforcement, politics, jurisprudence and social services. In addition they have preyed on campuses to recruit young females to bide there satanically wishes and promote their skewed fantasies of Lucifer. We send our children to campuses across the nation to be educated and to learn the social graces that promote the ideals of this great nation. While there we expect the same institutions to provide a secure and safe environment that assures our children (young adults) with the knowledge that they're free from physical harm CHAPTER ONE April 3, 2007 It was a bright crisp spring day in Puget Sound. Sunrise 6:10A.M. M J Wallport ME was already on the job. A heavy workload lay before him; the weekend had produced three shootings, four horrendous traffic accidents and an unknown cause of death of a young woman in a local Tacoma tavern. In all, two shooting deaths, one traffic fatality, and one unknown, so goes Monday morning in the morgue. M J poured his first cup of coffee when the phone started ringing. "Hello, ME's office." The voice on the other end was Jason Andrus, "Dr. Wallport this is Jason, PJ's roommate...Dr. I'm really worried PJ didn't come home Friday and I didn't hear from him Saturday or Sunday...It's not like him ya know what I mean.... I think something’s happened to him." "Jason, slow down, I spoke to him Friday afternoon, threeish. He was going to the game with a couple of guys, weren't you with him?" "Yeh, we stopped after the game and had a couple of beers at Andy’s sports bar. I was beat and headed on back to the dorm, PJ said he be along in bit he wanted to play a couple of dart games. I haven't heard from him since". "Okay, look if you haven't heard from him by 3:00P.M.call me. No, wait I'll call you at four, I'm sure he's fine, talk to you then". Work was waiting. By 9:00A.M.the two shooting victims were finished, Death by 40cal. S&W 130 grain bullets. Send them up to ballistics for a match with last weekends’ shootings. On to the traffic victim, alcohol was a definite player, twice the legal limit. By 10:30 A.M. sweat poured off MJ's brow. His mind had been on his work but the nagging implications of Jason’s phone call had never been far behind. CHAPTER TWO It had been 12 years since MJ's wife Nancy and their four-year old daughter had been killed in a freeway accident. MJ's grief at the loss of these two special people had left deep scars on his memory and in his heart. It was only the fact that his eight-year old son needed him then that pulled him through the tragedy. He and PJ had shared the loss and grown extremely close in those intervening years. MJ had always been there for him. All the "MOM" things, he had filled in for. PJ had carried his share of the household load and had encouraged his Dad on days that he could see MJ's down mood. They had become a team. MJ had been elated when PJ won a scholastic scholarship to Boise State. Full ticket. Father and son day had been a high light for both. MJ had wondered how he would manage home alone, while PJ took up residency in the Dorm. Jason was right, it didn't sound like PJ not to have called or been in contact. He'd be Okay. He had to be. CHAPTER THREE The morning drug on, he skipped lunch. The last autopsy was brutal. A really beautiful young woman lie there on that cold stainless steel table, toe tag "Jane Doe", approximate age twenty two to twenty five, blonde, blue eyes. Blue eyes that would never see again, an athletic body that would never run again”. What had happened? Dr Murray John Wallport was there to find out, "CAUSE OF DEATH"...and .........."IDENTITY".... Thank God he didn't have to be the one to "Notify next of Kin". And his assistant could handle viewing and ID'ing the body. Cases like this came all too close to his family's tragedy. It was times like this that made him want to drink and question his own choice of occupations. He wrapped it up by three o'clock, paperwork still to do. Now his mind jumped back to the mornings' first call. Had Jason heard from or caught up with PJ. He couldn't wait til four to call. Jason should be through classes by now. He picked up the phone and dialed the Dorm room. "Hello Dr. Wallport, I still haven't heard from PJ". Caller ID was great but it gave MJ a start when the voice on the other end knew who he was before he said hello. "I'm scared, no one has seen him since Friday night". "Please Dr. Wallport we've got to do something, I haven't called the Police". Jason’s voice was cracking and he started to cry. MJ said, "Jason, look I don't know where to start, but stay close to the phone I'll get back with you shortly". CHAPTER FOUR April 4, 2007: Vinny Angnosi was on the phone with a Sergeant Polaski from Bloomington P. D. "Look sergeant I know kids go missing everyday somewhere, but Victor is not just some kid, somewhere". "I want a missing persons report filed now, not next week, not next month.". Do you understand what I said"? You people seem to think everything’s more important, this is the third time I've spoken to this God damn police department, how stupid are you people". "Alright, alright already, Mr. Angnosi you've made your point, but watch your tongue". "Come down to station and bring a picture, a recent one". "Be here at 1:00 P.M. and don't bring your bawling wife I don't need that". Twenty minutes later the intercom rang at Polaski's desk. "Sarg, the chief wants you in his office pronto". It was the voice of the chiefs' secretary, Molly. She had no love for Isaac Polaski. Molly was a third generation Irish, her Dad had been chief, and both uncles and a brother had been cops. Caring cops, Cops that were there for the people who needed them. She disliked Polaski because he epitomized what some cops had become, badge heavy and crass. As he entered the chiefs' office Polaski had a sneer on his face. That soon changed. The chief had had other bitches about Mr. Isaac Polaski's attitude with victims. Without so much as a "good morning " the chief launched into a tirade that would have made a Marine blush. "Who the hell do you think you are Polaski, you stupid bastard”? Guys like you give law enforcement hemorrhoids". " His bawling wife my ass." " You actually told him to not bring his bawling wife; I couldn't believe my ears, you stupid bastard". It was the third time in thirty minutes that Polaski had been referred to as an illegitimate idiot. His temper had risen 40 degrees in about two minutes, that put it just above the boiling point. "The "Explosion" of Officer Isaac Polaski would cost him ten days suspension without pay and a civil service hearing in two weeks. "That God damn dago has bugged me for three weeks, I don't think his kid is anything but screwing off". That was all he got out of his mouth when the chief’s fist hit the desktop, "Mr. Polaski, your fired, as of this minute". " Turn your badge and gun into Molly, clean out your locker and get the fuck out of my office". Mr. Agnostic’s call to the chief was that it had taken. The front desk was informed that when Mr. Angnosi arrived at 1:00 P.M. he would be escorted directly to the chiefs' office and that the watch commander would be the escort. After the meeting, two twenty-year detectives were assigned to the missing persons report. " Orders, work it". Three days later a body was dragged from a small pond just northeast of the Campus of University of Indiana, Bloomington. A call from the golf course grounds keeper had reported what appeared to be a body roughly one-half mile Northeast of Matlock road and East 17th in a pond adjacent to the course. The responding officers confirmed to dispatch that in fact a body was face down in an apparent drowning. The autopsy confirmed," Death by Drowning". No apparent injuries, no wound or abrasions. No toxins or blood alcohol content. Final report, accidental death by drowning. The chief made the notification to Mr. & Mrs. Angnosi in person. This was never an easy task and one that the chief truly hated. The parents were devastated, Victor, 21 years old last month, a senior, majoring in criminal justice. Where was the justice in this? Mrs. Angnosi collapsed in a bawling fit. Vinny, stoic and lost for words, simply listened to the chief. Shaking his head from side to side he finally stood and thanked the chief for bringing the tragic news. His wife had been in a somewhat catatonic state for nearly a week. The funeral had been private. Mr. Angnosi had invited a few of Victors' close friends and the large contingent of relatives. Thank God, for his sister-in-law. She had been with his wife 24/7 since they received the news. But now, a week later things didn't seem to fit. The pieces didn't match. Maybe he should talk to the chief again. CHAPTER FIVE April 9, 2007: NYPD, Detective Tony DeGrasso, Homicide, sat down at his desk at the 44th precinct. Fifteen sheets of paper were stacked on his desk, all, important, but without priority. Tony quickly shuffled thru shootings, robberies, gangbangs and miscellany. One miscellany stood out, " Victor Angnosi", a student, Bloomington University, accidental drowning. Tony had been working a weird missing persons/accidental drowning serial for the past ten months. Records had been filling him in on this peculiar crime scene report after his nephews' apparent drowning a year ago. To date, there were twenty-three such happenings had been reported. They stretched from NY west to Washington State, all, young college age men, all with outstanding scholastic records. This particular one had no unusual aspects, but rather typical of the others. Bloomington, Indiana, why, Bloomington? Tony picked up the phone and called the Chief of Police, Bloomington Indiana. "Chief, this is Detective DeGrasso, Homicide, NYPD, you got a minute?”. . "Yeh, what ya need Detective?" "I'm looking at this Victor Angnosi report, what can you tell me about it". "Routine, but all the pieces don't quite fit. Let me fill you in. The kid, according to his folks, disappeared three weeks ago. The ME states in his report that death was by drowning, but that the body had been in the water less than week. The body was found two miles from his dorm room in the opposite direction from where we think he might have been the last time anybody saw him. I've got a classmate of his coming in this afternoon that called yesterday and said he'd like to talk to me about Victor. I asked him if he had spoken to the parents yet and he said he'd gone to the house but they were so upset he didn't think it would be a good idea. This Victor kid was no slouch, he was a criminal justice major and according to the classmate caller, a real good student". "Look, after you speak with this caller kid, get back to me and fill me in. I've been looking at a couple dozen of these types of situations that have occurred over the last year. They're spread out over several states and they all have some commonality, mainly accidental drownings and some weird lettering, graffiti, around the location where the body was recovered". " Sure, I'll give you an update after I speak to him. I'm also going to personally roam around the site of the pond where we found the body. Although my people mentioned nothing in the report, of any peculiar signs or graffiti at the site, I'll be back to you, thanks for the call Detective". CHAPTER SIX Detective (Anthony) Tony DeGrasso, Homicide Squad, twenty-three years NYPD, a cops cop. He had always had one driving force behind him, a work alcoholic, he believed in the good people he served and that regardless, he would render justice on their behalf. It had never been an eight to five weekends off for him, it had cost him two marriages, an untold hours that had never appeared on his time card. He had sworn a solemn oath as his father before him had, to uphold the law and serve with honor. Just now he was glad he had called the Chief at Bloomington, Indiana. He had the feeling that, from his brief conversation, that he just met a cop that really meant what he said. Tony DeGrasso had also been driven this past year after the accidental drowning of his nephew, his sister’s son. Sofia, his oldest sister, had been devastated with the death of her only son. She had two beautiful daughters, but her loss was non-the-less heart breaking. Tony had been her beacon of justice these past months. After they had lost their father, only a year after Tony had gone on the department, in a robbery gone wrong, Tony became her hero. Her baby brother, he would carry on the family tradition. Their father, two uncles, all NYPD blue, her daily plea was, help me, help me bring closure, help me understand. His two adopted passions, his '59 Morgan plus four and his love of photography had filled a void in his life that he never quite understood. But they didn't make up for the many lonely nights home alone. He had been married six out of the last twenty-three years but it seemed the last six or seven years had been lonelier, less fulfilling. Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas, always found him taking part in family affairs. His other sister and his older brother always vied to have him at their house or as was often the case to join them in an entire family gathering. It always felt to him as though he was the "Odd man out". CHAPTER SEVEN Dr. MJ Wallport was not the frightened or timid type man, but Jason’s response to his call had slightly un-nerved him. Where to start first? The provosts office, Boise P.D., missing persons, calls to a few numbers of friends P.J. had given him the last time he was home?.. Where, where, where to start?......Out loud to himself, "Let's low key this until I have at least a hint of what's happened". Phone numbers in on a list sitting on his desk at home, that's here he would start. Traffic was ridiculous, twelve miles of Freeway and twenty blocks of residential arterials, an hour later MJ pulled into the driveway and into the garage. His home that he had shared with Nancy and the children and then PJ was situated high above Puget Sound in a nice residential area Northeast of Tacoma, Washington. On the drive home he had had all these nagging thoughts running through his head. Jason was right about PJ. It wasn't like him to not come back to the dorm or not stay in contact. But? That "but" raised a lot of questions. Arianna, 509-432-5555. The phone rang four times, "Hello, this is Arianna". A very slight Eastern accent graced a very pleasant voice. "Arianna, this is Dr. Wallport, PJ's dad, I hope I haven't caught you at a bad moment. PJ had given me your number and I wanted to ask you if you've seen PJ since Friday night? "No Dr. Wallport I haven't. Jason called yesterday about noon and asked me also. He had remembered PJ mentioning we were going to try to meet up in the afternoon. Nothing definite but maybe meet for coffee at Starbucks just off campus. After Jason’s call I was kinda worried, but we've both had a heavy class load with tests and all. Have you tried Rodney Phillipps? "No, Arianna I haven't but I have his number right here, I'll call him next". "I'll call a couple other kids but Rodney would be the most likely. I think he and Jason went to the game with PJ. Gosh, I hope nothing's happened to him". "Thanks Arianna I'd appreciate that, and if you hear anything give me a call back. Let me give you the number". "Oh I have your home number, PJ gave it to me last month when he was heading home, you are calling from home aren't you?” "Yes I am. Thanks so much". " I hope nothing's happened to him". Why did she have to say that, OK Rodney, I hope you can shed some light on this? Damn it all anyway! "Hello Rodney this is PJ's dad. I wondered if you'd seen PJ since Friday night?” "Oh hello Dr. Wallport. No sir, I haven't. Jason called yesterday late morning, early afternoon asking. Funny, he wasn't in Poli-Sci today. I thought he was probably studying for that Con-Law test tomorrow. Have you tried Arianna?” "Yes Rodney, I just hung up speaking to her. She suggested you might have seen him. "No sir, but I'll definitely have him call you if I see him". "Thank you Rodney I'd appreciate that". "Okay, where now?” "Hospital would have contacted me". "Police would have contacted me". "Four thirty-five, Provost should be in the office, call". Why do I keep talking to myself? "Come on answer the phone, it’s just going to go on ringing". "Good afternoon, Provosts' office, may I help you?” "Yes this is Dr. Wallport. My son P.J. Wallport is a student and well. And he's been missing since Friday night. His roommate and several friends report he's not been back the dorm or in contact since late Friday evening". "Well I'm sure he's okay. The Provost is out of the office until Thursday I can have him call you then Dr. Wallpot, is it". "No, Wallport, W-a-l-l-p-o-r-t is there anyone else I could speak to?” "Not really sir, I'm sorry there is no one in the office but me at this hour". As he sat there thinking which call to make next, the phone rang. "Hello Dr. Wallport, Jason here, I just spoke to one of the guys that was in the tavern Friday night. He was there when I left. He said he saw P.J. leaving about an hour later. He couldn't tell whether he was with two rough looking guys or they just happen to leave at the same time. Just after they walked out, Sonny, that's him, got up and walked out the front door to see what direction PJ took. There was no sign of PJ but a weird looking van was just pulling away from the curb. He guessed PJ knew the guys and got a ride back to the dorm with them". " What did he mean, (weird looking van) Jason"? . "Said it had like Graffiti and stickers on the back windows & bumper stickers. Not hippie but kinda skin-head weird". "What about the guys, did this Sonny get a description of them "? "Not really, I don't think. He just saw them leaving and thought it funny that they were acting like they were leaving with PJ. He knew for certain they weren't students". "Jason, what's this kids' name and phone number "? "Eddie Packard, 509 433 5959, but he goes by Sonny. Dr. Wallport, what should we do”? "Jason I'm going to file a missing persons report with the P.D. I'll give them your name and number and Sonny's. Call Sonny back let him know, Okay". "Yes sir, I call right now". CHAPTER EIGHT It was after 5:00P.M. When, MJ got Detective Hannah, Boise P.D. Missing persons detail, on the phone. He had a sincere way of extracting information from you MJ thought. Yes, he could fax a recent photo of PJ to Detective Hannah. The detective had a son two years younger that PJ and shared that he'd be starting Boise next year. He would contact both Tony and Sonny yet tonight. It was nearly six thirty P.M. before MJ hung up the phone. He felt the wheels were in motion and that Detective Hannah would make things happen. Funny though he thought, Hannah asked four or five times about the van, why? MJ's brain kept buzzing that one. As he sat there at the desk reviewing the information he had given the Detective it dawned on him the last food intake was over twelve hours ago. First he had to fax the photo to Hannah. The Detective had made an impression on him. An impression of a caring cop who had time for the people he served. Over the years as ME, MJ had met a number of officers who had really projected that same attitude. You just knew when they spoke it was with sincere caring. Not something the general public sees, everyday, the circumstances often don't permit it. There was some mixed salad in the refrigerator. That was about all MJ wanted, a little blue cheese dressing on it. May be, a piece of French bread and a glass of good Merlot. He flipped on the TV and sat down at the breakfast bar. The evening news would wrap up shortly. The reporter was just starting his piece on the beautiful girl that had been brought in last night and that MJ had performed the autopsy on this morning. As he watched and listened he lost his appetite. She had been identified as a young nurse from the Fort Lewis Army hospital. Her parents lived in Spokane, Washington. A flood of emotion overcame the good Dr. and he realized that his armor had been pierced. "PJ where the hell are you? God I hope you’re alright". Again he found himself talking aloud. Only the walls could hear him. He sipped the wine and snapped off the TV. His mind started racing thru scenarios of what could be. He had to get a grip on this. P.D. or no, he had to know firsthand. He had to meet Detective Hannah; he had to be there. He picked up his cell phone from the counter. After two phone calls to his Assistant ME and his secretary, both of whom he'd caught at home, he'd made arrangements for them to cover for him. One, two days he wasn't sure but they'd have to do without him until he knew. Both understood with the briefest explanation from MJ that he needed to be there and he needed their help. A hot shower and six hours sleep would have to do. The alarm was set for 4:00A.M. Five hours would put him in Boise by 9:A.M. and in front of Detective Hannah. The steaming hot shower exacerbated his exhaustion. His head hit the pillow and he was out before the light on the nightstand. Tortured dreams filled a fitful nights' sleep. He awoke with a start just as the alarm went off. A cold shower, dressed and a few items of clothing thrown in his sports bag and he was off. As he entered the attached garage he made the instant decision to drive his silver 300"ZX coupe. PJ named it the silver ghost. He could fly just under radar. As he backed out of the garage, KPRG, Kirkland, Washington was filling the air with the best of "Country" music. Patsy Kline was in the middle of "Crazy". He thought back, Nancy had loved country western and "crazy" was her song. "God honey, I hope our boy is Okay” I’m talking out loud again. Damn it! Eight miles and eight minutes later the he eased the "Z" off 405 and on to I-90 Eastbound. Seventy-five until he passed Issaquah and then eighty-five up and over the pass. Ellensburg would be a coffee stop at Perkins. "Two black coffee to go please". Less than ten minutes for coffee and a leg stretch. Just past Ellensburg he'd hit the cut-off for I- 82. Yakima and the Tri-cities then down to I-84 and east to Boise. Tuesday morning at dark-thirty, the "Z" was flying past herd after herd of semis at a smooth Eighty-five mph. Just north of Yakima the Radar bleeped twice. "Slow down Smokey bear is wide awake". This stretch of freeway was posted at 70mph. Fifteen over was probably worth a $150.00 samolines. Twenty miles later the speedometer was back at eighty-five. The sun had risen over the eastern horizon like a flaming meatball. The cloud pattern had magnified the suns' rays and now the brilliance nearly blinded him. He was mildly surprised that his mind had given him a little peace during the drive. He knew he had been concentrating on the road despite the maelstrom of his dreams he had put the "what-ifs" aside. CHAPTER NINE April 11, 2007; 6:30 A.M. (EST) It had been two days since DeGrasso had spoken with the Chief in Bloomington, Indiana; he had spent the past hour going over the last several reports that he’d received from the Records Division. He read the reports again; he knew damn well he was not connecting the dots that would lead him to the commonality of these deaths. He had spoken to a contact he had at the FBI’s New York office three weeks ago, asking him to check with their people in D.C. His contact had gotten back to him yesterday stating that the FBI saw no connection between the deaths, but rather viewed them as isolated cases. Tony had explained that these could not possibly be coincidental drowning’s, they all were of college age men, spread all over the country. Death had been determined by the ME doing the autopsy to be accidental. He had almost pleaded with his contact to have the FBI again review the cases. In no uncertain terms Tony had been told, “CASES CLOSED, end of message. Over the last two months he had spoken with a dozen or more departments that had filed these reports. He’d asked for additional information regarding each death. The results were all the same, zip, nada, nothing to connect the deaths of over twenty kids. His frustration was building. He had spent hours of his own personal time trying to make sense of these deaths. The caseload of the homicide squad was bad enough, but he had added to his own burden. If he could get even one solid lead tying these reports together he just possibly could change the accidental drowning to Murder, His mind would not let him rest. Somehow, somewhere the answer was out there, but where. His Achilles heel in this was his sister. His nephew’s death had left her without closure. She had called him every day since the funeral, pleading with him to help her solve what she intuitively knew was not an accident, but a crime of murder. CHAPTER TEN April 11, 2007, 10:00A.M.( EST) "Hello, Detective DeGrasso Homicide, NYPD." "Hey, DeGrasso its Chief Stovall, Bloomington PD, you got a minute"? "Yo, chief what's up, you get any leads from that kid you were going to talk to?” "That's why I'm calling. He came in and started out by telling me he and the victim had gone to a lecture over in a conference room off the Auditorium at the University. After which headed back to the dorm. On the way they stopped at a tavern two blocks from the dorm to have a cold beer. This Victor kid engaged a couple of guys in small talk at the bar, a little conversation about the lecture and criminal justice in general. This kid Larry, says Hey Vic, I'm going on back to the dorm see you there. He leaves Vic talking to these two guys. As he exits, he notices this beat up van parked at the curb with some weird graffiti, like Nazi symbols and so forth. He doesn't think too much about it until Victor doesn't show. When he hears that Victor turns up dead three weeks later he gets to thinking back". Okay, I go out to the pond yesterday and walking around I see this red paint on a tree maybe twenty yards from where Victors' body was found. It looks like a circle with some exec’s or something within the circle. I don't know if it has relevance. I asked the two officers that had been dispatched why this wasn't in their report. They said they thought it had something to do with the golf course". "Christ chief this is what I wanted. Your Victor just joined the list that keeps growing. God damn it to hell. Look Chief my nephew joined that list ten months ago. I can't figure what the Hells going on here. Look chief, go back get this Larry kid, back in and really grill him on that van. Anything, and on those two in the bar, One thing, anything?” "Okay detective, but right now I have a closed case here". "Well fuck chief, you may just have reopened that case". "Wait a minute DeGrasso, this is Bloomington, Indiana, and the last time I checked NYPD has no jurisdiction here"! "I'm sorry chief, I didn't mean to sound rude or demanding. This whole fucking thing has me totally bugged. I truly appreciate your call, but I think this is a lot bigger than it may seem". "Hey, I'm sorry too. When this case started I had a stupid sergeant that I fired over the mishandling of the parents. It hasn't got any better. I had the joy of telling his parents. I can see your point. Look, I'll do some follow-up and get back to you. We're not on the same department but we're on the same team.” "Thanks Chief, I really do appreciate your help". CHAPTER ELEVEN 9:15A.M. MJ was now east bound on I-184 entering downtown Boise. Exit eastbound west Franklin to Cole Rd Left on Cole proceed north to W Barrister right to PD. These onboard GPS devices are amazing. Now his mind was focusing on Detective Hannah and PJ. It had been 72 hours since PJ had seemingly vanished, what news would Hannah have. Parking was abundant, a spot right in front. Ten minutes later Dr. Wallport was entering the office of Missing Persons, Boise Police Department. Detective Hannah rose from behind his desk, he had been informed by the front desk that a Dr. Murray John Wallport was on his way up. Hannah had put out the missing persons report before he'd left last night. The picture MJ had fax to him was printed out above all the personal info. "Dr. Wallport, John Hannah, sir, good to meet you. I was just about to call you. I didn't expect to see you here this morning". "No Detective, when we spoke last night I didn't expect it myself. It was after I hung up and thought about it that I made the decision to come straight here this morning."Did you fly "? "In a manner of speaking, yes, but I tried to observe the speed limits along the way". "Dr., please have a seat". Hannah’s face turned almost ashen. Suddenly his pulse surged. This wasn't going to be easy on either of them. He jestered to a chair in front of his desk and took the other chair next to the seated Dr. Wallport. "Dr. Wallport, I'm sorry to be the one to deliver this tragic news". MJ's composure collapsed. He shrank in his chair, mouth agape, eyes snapping shut, hands folded tightly in his lap. Detective Hannah paused, knowing the next few words would shatter the man beside him. He'd been here before with others. "Dr. Wallport I was just about to call you. Uniformed patrol found PJ's body at eight thirty this morning." Again, he paused to let MJ absorb the shock of these words, silence followed, three minutes passed; there was no utterance from the Doctor. Hannah stood and reached out and grasped MJ's shoulder. "Can I get you anything Dr., water, coffee? MJ shook his head slowly, and he suddenly gulped for air. Hannah found he shaking slightly. Damn after all these years this was still the toughest part of the job. MJ raised his head and resumed his up-right posture, slowly opening his eyes to look straight at Hannah. "God, detective what happened? Tell me straight, I deal with this every day, I'll be Okay". Buy Now or See details for this book in the Kindle Store Your Browsing History You have no books in your browsing history > Edit your book history Customers Also Bought Books customers also bought could not be retrieved Tag this product (What's this?) Think of a tag as a keyword or label you consider is strongly related to this product. 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Victim Justice [Kindle Edition] Gerald K. Eischen (Author), Susan Eischen (Editor), Sandy Cotton-Goranson (Illustrator)
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Victim Justice [Kindle Edition] Gerald K. Eischen (Author), Susan Eischen (Editor), Sandy Cotton-Goranson (Illustrator)
Book Description Publication Date:January 21, 2012 The story is one of harassment, murder and cover up by institutions of higher learning and fumbled investigations by some law enforcement agencies involved. The story begins with the first disappearance and then the grim discovery of a young man's body. Not just any young man, but like others whose' fate came at the hands of a sick band of a cult that has perpetrated over 100 such murders across America. This cult lives amongst us and in State and Federal prisons throughout the U.S. They Prey on the brightness of college men, whose' educational backgrounds will take them into law enforcement, politics, jurisprudence and social services. In addition they have preyed on campuses to recruit young females to bide there statically wishes and promote their skewed fantasies of Lucifer. We send our children to campuses across the nation to be educated and to learn the social graces that promote the ideals of this great nation. While there we expect the same institutions to provide a secure and safe environment that assures our children (young adults) with the knowledge that they're free from physical harm Show More Show Less
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