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Whodunnit, and why? All about criminal investigations and the forensic methods used to search for clues and collect evidence to get to the bottom of the crime.
The disappearance of Beverly Potts
As a parent, one of my worst fears is to outlive one of my sons. When they were younger, I worried about them constantly. The world is a dangerous place. Another fear is to have a loved one disappear without a trace. It’s nothing I can even imagine. With that being said, I wonder how Robert and Elizabeth Potts felt in 1951 after someone abducted their daughter Beverly.
By Marc Hoover5 years ago in Criminal
Reason First: The Route 40 Killer Part IV- Blue Fibers Aid Cops Because of Heroine in Disguise
Shoulder-length brown hair was a draw for Route 40 Killer, Steven Pennell. His first three victims fit the same physical profile, with this signature feature being most obvious. His fourth victim, Kathleen Meyer, was no different.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Criminal
Reason First: The Route 40 Killer Part III- A Dedicated Step-father
Amateur sleuthing is frowned upon by professional law enforcement, and for good reason. Anything could turn deadly for the good guys. A wannabe investigator could be caught in a shootout and have to prove later they were acting in self-defense. Even if no bullets fly, an extremely concerned step-parent could get himself into trouble by inserting himself into the middle of an ongoing murder investigation.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Criminal
Reason First: The Route 40 Killer Part II- Detectives Swiski and Hedrick Meet
A few days before Independence Day 1988, another body appeared. This time it was 31-year-old Catherine A. DiMauro. New Castle County Police Department investigator Jim Hedrick was assigned to the case.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Criminal
Reason First: The Route 40 Killer Part I- They Called her ‘Tinker’
In 1987, long before Joe Biden became president-elect, a vicious string of crimes attracted signficant media attention to the diminutive state of Delaware. On a stretch of road known as Route 40, or Pulaski Highway, a brute dispatched five women in sadistic fashion. The first to die, Shirley A. "Tinker" Ellis, had worked as a prostitute, but had aspirations of becoming a nurse. She wished to visit a friend in Wilmington who had contracted AIDS. Before Ellis died, her killer brutally tortured her using electrical equipment like tape, wire, sharp pliers, and a hammer-like tool.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Criminal
Allied Collaboration with Nazi Bank Proves Behemoth Banks will Never be too Big to Jail
Photo by Valerie Everett “We will hang the capitalists with the rope that they sell us,” once said Lenin. As it turned out, it’s Hitler who really should have gotten the credit, because the bankers on the Fuhrer's payroll had the allies gladly accepting the noose.
By Rich Monetti5 years ago in Criminal
Friends With A Killer
Social Media. Everyone has it. It's a place meant to bring people closer together. A place where you can be whoever you want. There are groups for anything and everything you can think of. There are subcultures for people who are obsessed with vampires. Platforms for every interest like eating tons of food and recording it. Doing your makeup. Reviewing products. Literally ANYTHING you can think of, the internet has a place for you. It's the one place in the world where it is impossible to not fit in somewhere.
By Sara Wilson5 years ago in Criminal
Guilty until proven Innocent
I'm no expert on how life is supposed to go, but I imagine it's not supposed to be this messed up. Growing up, I had the best life. My parents we're the best to me and my older sister, there was no abuse, there was happiness and support all throughout my childhood. My mother was a dedicated Christian and my father was the rock of the family. He was always the nicest person, he's the type of person who stops and helps the old lady across the street, the one that returns the shopping carts to the store, the kind of man who makes a child smile.
By Jessica Hong5 years ago in Criminal
The Columbine Massacre
Columbine- "4-8-2013" Eric brought some guns to school He told Dylan that they were cool "They call me names, they say I'm weak." "When we're finished, they will not speak." We could've been friends. They should've been nice. "It's too late now, they must pay the price." Dylan agreed and he put on a smile. Thirteen would be dead in just awhile. Rachael was a good girl and did what she was told. She loved being a writer and had a leading role She was full of inspiration that she wanted to give She wanted to be an actress, she just wanted to live. She never saw it coming. No way she could've fought She was gone in just a second from multiple gunshots. Cassie was religious, she had so much faith in God When she was asked if she believed, Cassie gave a nod. When Eric found her hiding place, he said, "Peek-a-boo" He asked, "Do you believe in God?" she said, "Yes, I do." He aimed his gun right at her and she began to pray and when he pulled the trigger back, Cassie went away. "I can't believe what he has done." said Susan, Dylan's mother "I prayed that he would kill himself so he couldn't harm another." Other parents hearts were broken. They worried and they cried. Susan had to stay at home and pray her son would die. "For the rest of my life, I will be haunted by this horror. When I heard what he had done, I begged God, Please! No more!" They looked around at what they'd done inside of the library. They had gotten their revenge. They felt big and scary. They smiled at their victims laying strewn across the floor But they hadn't finished yet, there would be two more. They both cried out in unison the numbers, "1, 2, 3." They put the guns up to their heads and they set themselves free. Hi, my name is Patrick, and somehow I survived. I know there is a God in this world. I'm thankful to be alive. When they came into the school, they shot me in the head The only way that I'm still here is by pretending I was dead. Part of my body is paralyzed, although the doctors tried. I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry. I feel guilty for surviving, though I know I'm not to blame. But now, I have to teach my daughter guns are not a game. - Sara Wilson
By Sara Wilson5 years ago in Criminal
