The Detective and The Case of the Missing Lol
What does a police detective do after he retires? Who knows? It's a mystery.
On this day three years ago, I sat in Dr. Juan Bernini's office at Vannie E. Cook Jr. Children's Cancer & Hematology Clinic as he told me and other family members that Andre, the cutest little 4-year-old boy in our world, had leukemia. He pointed to a screen on a computer and showed us a... Continue Reading →
I don't remember ever planning to be a cop. Shit happens. - Me I know what the inside of a baby looks like after his father threw him across the room. I know what 6 dead men look like because they weren't able to run out of a room fast enough when gang members rushed... Continue Reading →
I am trying to keep most of what I write on this blog light. But I was a cop for awhile. Things will get a little dark. “Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces."- Richard Kadrey I was sitting in my patrol car... Continue Reading →
