#Monroe County Sheriff's Department

[distractedducky]

Ok, so it's been a minute since the Teen Wolf movie came out and I finally have the perspective to think about how I would turn it into a canon-compliant and resource-consistent movie rewrite. 

If I’m limited to the actors that signed on and the general plot beats of Allison coming back to life, getting the band back together, using the nemeton in some way, Harris and Eli hale. Here is how I would have done it: (please note I have hindsight and no writing ability and even though I mention Monroe a lot she will not actually need to be on screen to comply with not having her actor in the movie)

We kick off not in Japan, not with Scott, none of that. 

Beacon Hills is now a supernatural open town in a county that has spent years dealing with the result of an active nemeton. We imply changes through cut shots, like mystic shops and familiar names on fliers.  We use the whole county for the surrounding areas to show off these Suttle changes to known locations. Pictures of the original cast in the trophy cases at the high school, the McCall clinic on an open shot of what was once Deaton’s vet office, Mason and Parrish getting into a squad car outside the station. Hale Mechanics and audio body store (more like an AutoZone vibe to cement it more into the community). Kids getting out of class or practice doing a casual backflip down the stairs and another kid pushing them for “showing off” the jeep driving fast down the main street. 

We can have a voice-over explaining the main antagonist of the series, the hunters, and how BH though not completely open has accepted supernaturals in a low-number situation as Monroe spent years building up her militia. They did exactly what the show told us they would do, they followed the beacon to the town and found someplace safe. Monroe and the hunters after the death of the final big bad in season 6 and prolonged investment from the BH pack that we see in the time skip of the last episode, were basically reduced to code breakers and young hunters in the last few years. Everyone we know grew up and used their connections to take them down.

We cut to a flashback of a mass arrest of hunters with a joint sheriff’s department and FBI takedown (this is an illusion to Stiles who will not be in the film because we are sticking to actors who signed on to return)

Then we go back to the present day where we get a bit of a where are they now, how everyone settled into new roles, This is shown to us through little Vignette not just told to us but again I'm not a writer I'm going to sum up. We see Christ and Melissa splitting up as he went back to France to work on further cleaning up and spreading new hunter ideology “we protect those who can’t protect themselves”, Jackson working with other packs internationally to network safety and protection plans and help relocate supernatural after hunter problems (illusions to his comfy life with Ethan and happy overseas), mason and Liam staying intown starting their own careers (Liam opening a dinner and working with a new supernatural who came to town in the years – our new kitsune), Malia returning and working for Derek after spending time overseas and wanted to build a home in the one place she felt human, Lydia starting her own tech company with another illusion to Stiles traveling for FBI work, showing that he is not around a lot but they are, if not still together, still in each other’s lives,  Scott setting up his animal clinic and rescue along with our new friends, a couple of werewolves (the two we saw in the opening along with some background people we only need for the scene) that come in and out of the town that Scott takes in, some stay, some move on, but all of them are still pack (that's the vibe we are going for), this would also go to explain that people like Hayden left and Cory might be out of town right now but are still around. This would also help explain our new kitsune as well as an introduction to characters that could connect to Eli. (it’s a movie let’s make the world feel bigger) Eli should be about a year younger or so and we don’t have to explain his parentage but can emphasize that his mother might have been one of those strays affected by either Kate or the Argents or a different hunter group, maybe someone Derek met between 4-6 instead of in the middle of 3a-3b. 

We go to the nemeton when Scott or Derek is talking to Deaton or the sheriff about how things have settled and stabilized (this could be like the scene with the fire and how Eli has stolen the jeep again or Scott has just done an animal rescue and is talking to Deaton post) and we see a hooded figure doing some kind of sacrificial ritual at the roots of the stump - we see a girl in the dirt - we see her eyes - Its Allison. 

Then we can cut to a similar scene of Argent coming back into town, a little time has passed we get a few scenes of Eli trying to fit in with the other high school kids and not doing great, the sheriff running things around town. We did all the set-up scenes and character introductions in the first third/half with the cutaways to something happening in the background. we have little hints that things have been going wrong or strange, a call from Isaac (not seen) to Chris about Allison, rumors Jackson is hearing about an Argent heir, the sheriff talking to Derek about Stiles comes up in a conversation about how it has been weirdly quiet, Lydia drawing or seeing something weird or arrow related, etc. 

The movie is now about finally ending the thing that started this all, hunter involvement, and the main issue is a confused Allison who doesn’t have her memories and was convinced by someone that the BH pack is the enemy and must be destroyed. We watch as the rest of the pack come together to figure out  - if she’s back - how she’s back - who brought her back, it's calling back to early seasons 1 and 2 'who done it' with a few twists when we find out Monroe is dead but was dabbling in something weird – this can be what Peter is here for. 

We get Chris reuniting with everyone and talking to Scott and Deaton about Allison, with illusions to Isaac still in France. We get Jackson back with more of a reason for being there with the noise he has been hearing as a legitimate reason to think hunters are moving again and the lost argent heir that brings him home. We get Peter being the best and a group of kids, Eli plus some of the other strays we saw in the beginning of the movie, being dragged into a war they all thought was long behind them if they were aware of it at all. (those be our New Teen Wolves) Derek is still a dad, but his kid isn’t scared of being a werewolf or shifting but more embarrassed he can’t shift because there are other slightly older, cooler supers in his life (2) and he can’t talk to his dad, the full shifter, about his problems so he is acting out. 

we can still have the group trying to find the nemeton again and we can still have interpersonal relationships, but we make the focus simpler and more human. We get Allison relearning who she is and who she was to all these different people while also setting up a new mystery for these new young wolves that their parents are trying to keep them away from. Allison relearning herself is slower and intercut with everyone not just Scott. The twist being that it really is kinda over, at least with Monroe, but that it's never really over. That Harris was brought back as a test drive for Allison and instead used her to get his own revenge, and then we can end on that ominous plug for a new show that they were pushing. 

Idk this is all I’ve really got, I’m not a writer, but can you see it?!

I know it’s a little fanficy but 1 that’s what I’m doing and 2 so was the movie, OMG was it the most fanfic trope thing I’ve ever seen.

I feel like it's something. It will never happen and hindsight is 20/20, we can’t play what-ifs. But if I could, I would have made this movie instead of what we got. 

Monroe’s last stand, bringing back people from the dead and manipulating them to do her work for her only for it to blow up in her face with Harris and Allison. The real end to the Argents as hunters with Allison coming back and fully embracing the new Beacon Hills and Scott. Relearning what the show was kind of trying to teach us even if it was doing a super poor job most of the time. 

Tell me I’m crazy, I want to hear your thoughts. 

I know this is nuts, but I had to write this out and send it into the void before it ate me up inside. 

[illnessfaker]

https://www.thestate.com/news/local/crime/article285477422.html

Jacob Williamson, an 18-year-old transgender man from South Carolina who was killed last year in North Carolina on his first ever date, was stabbed or cut 37 times, according to a report.

Some body parts had been intentionally removed, the report said.

Williamson’s cause of death is listed as a “multiple sharp force injury,” according to a pathologist’s report released by North Carolina’s Office of the Chief Medical Examiner.

An investigative report attached to the medical examiner’s findings indicated Williamson was killed at a home in Monroe, North Carolina, before his body was placed in trash bags and taken across state lines. A witness led authorities to Williamson’s body, which had been left on the side of a South Carolina road, the report said.

Williamson disappeared on June 30, 2023, after leaving for the date at the Carowinds amusement park with a man he met online, Joshua Newton, investigators and those close to Williamson said at the time. The two had communicated through texts, video calls, and the Snapchat app. Williamson had just moved out of his childhood home and was living openly as a man for the first time, Edwards said.

The Union County, N.C., Sheriff’s Department has said that it is not investigating the death as a hate crime.

the actual incident here occurred summer of 2023 but this article is recent. i really don't have anything to say, just jesus christ.

[coochiequeens]

I know there is a lot to say about the Catholic Church but what exactly was the point of this display of exhibitionism?

An active member of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, a group of predominantly gay men who openly mock Catholics, was arrested in California last month for indecent exposure after witnesses say he masturbated in public for an hour, according to a sheriff’s office report obtained by The Daily Wire. 

The man, 53-year-old Clinton Monroe Ellis-Gilmore, was arrested by police at a beachside park after they received a report of a male “exposing himself in the driver’s seat of a parked vehicle,” the Humboldt County Sheriff’s department said. 

“According to numerous witnesses, Ellis-Gilmore had been at that location for approximately one hour, sitting in his truck with the door open, masturbating,” according to a sheriff’s report on the incident, which took place on August 12 at around 6:41 p.m. “The conduct does not appear to have been directed at anyone in particular.” 

The arrest took place at Table Bluff County Park in Loleta, California, with over an hour of daylight still left. Google lists the park as “good for kids” and home to “kid-friendly hikes.”

A mugshot obtained by The Daily Wire from Ellis-Gilmore’s booking indicates that he was at least shirtless at the time of the arrest. The Eureka Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence did not respond to a request for comment on Ellis-Gilmore.

The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence made headlines earlier this year after the Los Angeles Dodgers decided to honor the group at a “Pride” event. The group makes fun of Christianity and its members are men in traditional nun clothing that frequently use sexually suggestive names. It won the support, however, of many in the media, which defended the group from critics who said it was a perverted hate group and celebrated it for its “dedication to community service.”

Ellis-Gilmore’s initial arrest was only reported by a local Humboldt County website, The Lost Coast Populist, which located many of his old social media posts and first linked Ellis-Gilmore to the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence.

Randy Fleek, a witness who spoke with the arresting deputies, told The Daily Wire that Ellis-Gilmore made no attempt to hide what was going on. He said that Ellis-Gilmore parked two spots away from his trailer and had his left leg out the open door of the truck and right leg up on the dashboard with no pants on, which gave him full side view of Ellis-Gilmore “playing with himself.”

“Well this is f***ed up,” Fleek said of what he saw. “It’s obvious. You cannot help but see this guy, he’s not hiding it. He wants everyone to see what he’s doing.”

He added that cars came and went throughout the hour, including some with young women. He also said that Ellis-Gilmore had his shirt on at the beginning but was naked by the end. He said he was happy when the sheriff deputies arrived, took him out of the truck, and got him dressed.

“There’s something wrong with that man. He’s got a weird f***ing desire to show off to the public, to anybody that wants to look at him,” Fleek said. “He puts himself in a position and in a spot that you can’t help but look at the son of a b***.”

He described the location as “popular” and one where a lot of vehicles come through to look at the ocean which he said made what he witnessed more disturbing. “People pull in to see the ocean, they don’t pull in to see this. But you can’t help but see,” he said of Ellis-Gilmore’s alleged actions. 

Ellis-Gilmore, the alleged public masturbater, has been active in the local Eureka, California, chapter of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence for years. Ellis-Gilmore appears to go by several names in the group, including “Novice Sister Bethe Cockhim,” and “Novice Sister Man Romeo,” according to social media posts. 

Pictures on social media place him at numerous events with his husband, Bill Gilmore, who goes by “Saint Gives More” — “Sainthood” in the group is bestowed on only the most dedicated community members. 

Among the Eureka Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence events that Ellis-Gilmore participated in was a book reading at an elementary school where a man wearing a mock-nun outfit and Ellis-Gilmore, wearing fake blond braids, a dress, and fishnet tights, read to children.

Facebook Screen shot.

“Yesterday sisters had the most magical time reading story books to the Peninsula elementary school kids in recognition of them Studying LGBT awareness month! Thanks for the honor!” a post from October 31, 2018 said. 

The post tagged the Facebook account for “Novice Sister Bethe Cockhim,” an account that appears to be run by Ellis-Gilmore. 

Prior to the event at the school, Ellis-Gilmore and his group had a history of sexually charged posts on social media. One post from the Sisters exhibited two members holding a plastic penis while posts from Ellis-Gilmore showed off his nipple piercing and a cartoon “gay” Smurf illustration that featured erections and pubic hair. 

The event took place at Peninsula Union, a public elementary school in Humboldt County nearby where Ellis-Gilmore was arrested. The school did not respond to a request for comment on the Sisters, and whether it has hosted the group since.

Ellis-Gilmore’s social media is filled with Satanic and sexual themed posts, including one meme about oral sex featuring a pacifier, a lollipop, an ice cream bar, and a penis with the caption “Shhhhhhhh….it’s ok, you’ve been preparing for this your whole life.” 

Another post features a faux certificate from the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence that says “pleasure should be your god, lust your temple, and sex your sacrament” while another said “Be gay, hail Satan.”

Ellis-Gilmore was charged with indecent exposure, a misdemeanor on first offense, which according to California penal code can result in six months of prison time, a $1,000 fine, and a requirement to register as a sex offender. 

[pandoravalentine]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖜: 𝖆 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖘

(Chapter 1 preview: a missing girl, and the sister with secrets)

"Reporting live from the Sinopa Sheriff's department. Local teen, Adelaide Leroux has been reported missing by family. I'm here with Sheriff Monroe. Sheriff, this is shocking news, what can you tell us about this case?"

Miriam sighed, slurping up the remainder of her takeout before dumping it into the trash. Watching the media vulture's claw at the department before they could even fully begin the case. Side Eyeing Deputy Sheriff Wrangler, who sat laughing alongside his co-workers.

While watching Clara Randall, the news lady for the counties station, her stomach dropped at seeing a former partner glaring at her through the screen, even if she wasn't looking, Miriam could feel her radiating off the screen.

"Well, Mrs. Randall, we just got the report early this morning. We don't have very much to deliver to the public yet. But once we do, you will be the first to know.” Miriam could see the twitch in the older man's brow, his curled mustache hiding his obvious frown.

“But sheriff, should we be afraid for our children at all? School starts in less than a week!”

“I guarantee you, that we're all safe here, thank you.”

She watched as the sheriff opened the front door to the station, and she heard the stomps toward the break room.

“WRINGLER.” his voice rang through the hallway like a roar.

The once smug man jumped as his cohort seemed to scatter to different tables as the sheriff made his way into the room.

“uh, yes sir?”

“What have I said about involving your wife in private police affairs!?”

Sheriff Wringler gulped, looking away as Monroe ripped him a new one. Miriam made a point to bite her tongue from laughing at the display.

Sheriff Wringler. Or as his full name was, Sheriff Sidney Wringler, he was a crass forty-something whose wife worked at the news station. Both were known for being snoops and blabbermouths around town. He wasn't well liked around the station either. Especially when it came to other officers' private business or cases they were given. Sheriff Monroe kept him on as a second in command, but he wasn't allowed near any cases as a condition of sorts.

Miriam was snapped back to reality when Sheriff Monroe called for her to follow him out of the room. Unlocking her wheelchair, she rolled out of the room behind him. Glancing back t o see a very irritated Wringler glaring back at her.

Once they made it to his office, Sheriff Monroe rolled back and sat his hat down. Groaning as he slouched into his office seat.

“What did you need sir?” Miriam said, her hand finding her forearm. Her nail rubbed alongside the skin, gently.

“Well, as you saw in that horrible display of a news anchor. We have a missing girl.”

“Yes, I saw. But what does that have to do with me, exactly?”

He smiled, his old wrinkled face was a sight of comfort for her.

“You're my best worker, Detective greendale. Which is why I want you to be the one to work this case. I trust that you'll bring her home safely.”

Her heart dropped to her stomach. A new case…? But, the last time she was on a case, it was a disaster. The lump where her right hand used to be, was a daily reminder for her.

“But sir, I can't! I mean i can't work the field– not after last time–”

“Miriam, calm down.” he said, she nodded, taking in a deep breath as she tried to stop the shaking in her hands. A flair up in her hands was causing them to spasm.

“I know you can do this, even with what happened before. But you're right about field work, which is why I'm pairing you up with someone else.”

She stopped, brow quaking as he pulled out a file for her. His somehow not so aged handles gingerly handing the thin file to her. Watching as she read through the information they had already obtained from the report.

“Who am I working with?” she finally said, looking up from the paper.

—

As his alarm clock rang, Micheal sighed as he got up and dressed for his new job at the Sinopa Sheriff's office.

Brushing the long dark strands of his hair back into a ponytail, he wondered what his former sergeant meant when he said this place was doozy. The curiosity only festered as he brushed his teeth and ate his breakfast. The questions he had for this sheriff monroe. Especially with a new case right off the bat.

As he hopped into his car, he waved goodbye to his neighbors. Making sure to steer clear of the rez dogs. Many of his neighbors gave a large cheer for him as he ventured out of the rez, a hopeful air in his head as he drove out into the woods, and into town.

The drive was 30 minutes, 30 long minutes of him wondering and thinking of a new job and wanting to see how it all worked. An average drive that felt like an eternity to the anxious man.

As he got into the building, asking the receptionist for Sheriff Monroe, he was sent to his office, where he softly rapped on the door. A muffled come in was heard.

“Right on time Micheal! Detective Greendale, this is Detective Aider. He is your partner in this case.” the woman in the wheelchair turned to look at him.

Micheal smiled at her, as did she.

Detective Greendale was only a few years younger than him. With auburn hair and freckled face. He didn't seem to notice her missing and until she fully turned towards him, her left hand on a controller of sorts.

“Well, let me show you where you'll be working. I'll fill you in on the case Detective aider.” Sheriff Monroe said. Leading the pair into the hallway.

Detective Greendale handed him the files as Monroe spoke of their case. Leading them into a conference room, detective Aider finally spoke up, reading through the missing persons report for the girl, Adelaide Leroux.

“The Leroux family, Joseph and Genevieve LEroux came in last night, reporting their daughter as missing. They said she was going camping up north for two weeks, but as that second week concluded, they got a text from her, saying she'll be gone another week. But as that final well ended, and no more calls or texts came in, they filed a report.”

“Wait, her parents let a 17 year old go off on her own for two weeks?”

Sheriff Monroe shrugged, “I don't know, all they reported was in those files. But that's why they're coming in an hour. They're going to fill in any gaps in the report.”

After sheriff Monroe left the room. Detective Greendale turned around to Detective Aider. Her face stern as she wheels up to him.

“Make me a promise, will you?”

Brows furrowed, he nodded. “Sure.”

“Promise me–” she hesitated. “Promise me you wont die.”

Stunned, he nodded and gave a thumbs up. She looked into the hallway, and then glanced back at him.

“Ladies first.”

Chrodling, he walked out into the lobby. Greendale took a deep breath, the quivering in her hands failing to cease after her little speech.

—

Tessa groaned as she exited the bathroom stall. Wiping her mouth of vomit and drool. Turning on the faucet to splash some water in her mouth, hopefully the taste of her stomach acid would soon subside.

Glancing up into the mirror, the person staring back at her wasn't herself. It was just a fake, sickly version of herself. The deep purple eyes, her grown out hair, and her once rounded curvy face was slim and sickly. Whoever said heroin chic was out clearly didn't give her the memo.

Imagine her surprise, when she is pulled from what wants to be a year's worth of treatment after just 2 weeks being there. All because little miss Adelaide didn't show up after a 3 week long bender, or as her parents called it, a “camping trip”.

The bathroom door opened, her mothers heels clicking on the floor as she held the door open, her deep blue eyes piercing into Tessa's face. She could see her mothers tight expression, her hand gripping the door. Hard.

“What was with the dramatics THeresa?”

“Nothing mom, I'm just not feeling good. You know, withdrawals are a bitch.”

The cliocking of her heels was rapid as she gripped onto Tessa's arm. Yanking her to look in her eyes. Tessa's eyes widened in shock, despite the feeling of bile in her throat. Threatening to come up for an encore, she swallowed it down. Trying her best to focus on her mother.

“You will not make a fool out of us Theresa, I don't care if you're having “withdrawals” suck it up and be a good sister.”

“Okay.” she shrugged off her hand. Turning to the sink and finishing washing her hands.

Her mother sighed, watching Tessa wash her hands for the second, and third time. “Im sorry, your fathers just–”

“I get it mom. Dads worried about Adelaide. I get it.” She dried her hands and left the room.

The police department was old. Like 40 or 50 years old. The carpets had the smell of dust and age seeped in alongside the walls. A fake brick with a yellowed paint job. The stripes of red and blue are a powerful contrast, the only lively thing in that place.

Turning the corner, her mother was close on her tail as she entered the interview room. Standing back against the wall as her father gave his testimonial. One that stank of his blatant favoritism and rosecoloured ideology of her younger twin.

“So, sir, I want to be crystal clear here. You allowed your 17 year old child to go to some strange cabin up north with friends you cant even give a name to?” the tall man said.

She watched her fathers hands clasp into a hard fist atop his lap. Yet his face was that of pure calmness and tranquility. He was pissed, and they were all going to face that when they got home.

“No sir, I was under the impression that she was going with Andrea and Marcie. Two of her friends from school.”

“Do either of them own a cabin?”

Her dad shrugged, “id expect andrea Russo to have owned one. You know their money.” he tried to laugh it off. But his tense hands and tight jaw spoke a different story. His hands only seemed to tighten as her mom placed her hands onto his shoulders.

“Alright then, uh do you want your children to maybe go next?”

Glancing over at her little brother, Caleb seemed to freeze at the mention. Shakn ghis head softly.

Her mother, rushing to explain Caleb's lack of talking, was interrupted by the woman sitting next to the tall man, smiling, handing up a clipboard and pen in her hand. Her little brother's eyes lit up. Looking to his parents for confirmation. They nodded.

The lady led him out into the lobby, Tessa's father following after them. Leaving tessa and her mother in the room. Her mother giving her an expectant look to sit with her.

“So, you're Adelaide's twin sister.” she nodded.

Tessa's heart beat in her chest, while it was rhythmic and at a normal pace for her, her chewed nails found their way to her lips. Chewing and pulling at her nails and cuticles. The detective took notice of this, in his attempt at a reassuring smile, he spoke again.

“You can relax here. I promise it's a safe space for you.”

In his words, she felt a slight weight off her shoulders. Sighing as she nodded at him.

“Alright, do you remember the last night you saw your sister?”

She nodded. “Uh, it was August 3rd or 4th I think. I remember her talking about it on the phone with someone a couple days before.”

“Was it andrea?” he jotted something down.

Shaking her head, the memories from the weeks prior wee foggy. “Uh, no I don't think it was.”

The detective furrowed his brow. Crossing something out. “Then who do you think it was then?”

“No clue if I'm being honest with you.”

“You guys didn't talk about this kind of stuff? Would you say you two were close at all?”

Tessa shook her head. No they weren't close. Not at all. That was the honest truth, too. Despite what her parents would have you think. Despite being twins!

Her silent answer was enough to make her mother nudge her, her eyes glaring hard as her lips were pinned in a straight line. A warning for her to behave.

If Tessa had to decide what was more confusing in that moment, being honest with the detective over her foggy memories, or committing to a stupid lie that had more risk over her sister's life? She wouldn't be able to choose. Not that she cared, really. She knew her sister, and much like her, Adelaide was probably just partying before school started. That's usually what she did.

“If I'm being honest, Detective. My memories a bit hazy on that last night i saw her.” she finally spoke up.

He sat there, a bit puzzled by her words. But regardless, he let her continue.

“I was crossed that night. I remember it being rainy, and cold. My sister had packed up her bags and we were arguing. I think it had something to do with her boyfriend? My brain is really foggy from that night.”

“Boyfriend you say? Whose that?”

“Oh benjamin! What a lovely boy. He's Roxanne McCains boy. He's a lovely young man…”

Her mothers words about the boyfriend faded out of her head. The memories she hadn't tried to think of– in fact, the memories she actively tried to forget were coming back to her.

“You stupid fucking bitch!” the sound of glass shattering and slaps being thrown.

“He would never ever do that you lying whore!” her sister screamed. Twisting her hands as she tried to get a punch in at Tessa's face.

The bruises on her wrists were still sore from her sister's grip. The need for nicotine painted at the back of Tessa's throat. Her hands softly patted the laminated wood of her chair, before knocking on it thrice. She continued the action two more times, until the detective finally called her name back into reality.

“Theresa? Are you alright?”

“Yes, I am. Sorry. I got… distracted.” She tried her best to smile at the officer. Who gave an equally awkward smile back.

“Well, we'll call you guys if we need anything else.” he shook their hands. Tessas is still shaking from the withdrawals.

As he led the family out of the room, meeting her dad and little brother. He shook her fathers hand, Tessa noticing her dads blatant ignorance of the woman. She made sure to shake her hand in goodbye.

The day was sunny, which seemed right for late August. But the sunlight reflecting off of her face seemed to burn a little, maybe it was the withdrawals, maybe it was the tiredness that hit her like a truck. But the feeling left up her skin was the burning pain of the sun.

It was a Wednesday, and despite her release from the psych ward just a day ago, she was ready to continue her summer plans. Especially as they related to the September long parties. Not that she wasn't worried for her sister– she was! Tessa also knew that Adelaide had a habit of scaring her family with her antics. Despite their denial of it, she knew that ug anyone caused a panic like this, it wasn't her doing it.

Tessa and Caleb had waited by the car, their parents behind, seeming to have said something to the cops.

Hopping into the car, she tried her best to ignore the feeling of dread that encompassed her stomach. The anxiety that she had forgotten something, that same feeling followed her all the way home.

—

Groaning as he read through the written statement of the boy. Detective Aider looked back at his partner, who opened a pill bottle, popping a pill before following it up with some coffee.

“What's that?” He asked, setting the inboard down.

“It's just some anti-inflammatory medication, for my flare ups.”

“Flare Ups?”

She nodded. “I have CRPS, I got it from an accident, that's why I'm in this wheelchair too. Fucked up my legs really bad.”

He swivels towards her, “can you walk?”

She nodded, “and drove too. But only for short distances, that's why I live like 3 minutes away, I usually walk home.”

He hummed in acknowledgement, before looking back at the clipboard.

“So this report…”

She sighed, nodding as she wheeled up to him, taking the clipboard and reading it aloud.

“‘the night my sister went missing, my sisters had a fight. Addie and Tessa were throwing things and screaming at each other. I remembered Addie destroying the fancy cups and plates upstairs before throwing tessa around. She almost fell down the stairs.’ that's really fucked up. But I don't know, the kid seems out of it mostly.”

Aider chuckled, “you should've seen the sister. She was out of her mind!”

“Didn't her parents say she was just out of… rehab was it?”

“Psych eval. That's rough, dealing with that at 17.”

Greendale nodded in agreement. Looking over the other statements taken.

“it looks like the fight was absent from both of the parents statements, why do you think that is?”

“no idea. It's a bit concerning though. Especially since we have a detailed written report and another that's really hazy.”

“Do we trust Theresa's statement?” Greendale said.

He shrugged, “I don't know, she did bring up a good place to start though.”

She cocked her head, “and Where's that exactly?”

“school starts in a week, and her mother gave me a full list of friends to look at.”

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The story of Richard and Mildred Loving, an interracial couple, whose challenge of their anti-miscegenation arrest for their marriage in Virginia led to a legal battle that would end at the US Supreme Court. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Richard Loving: Joel Edgerton Mildred Loving: Ruth Negga Grey Villet: Michael Shannon Sheriff Brooks: Marton Csokas Bernie Cohen: Nick Kroll Frank Beazley: Bill Camp Lola Loving: Sharon Blackwood Raymond Green: Alano Miller Garnet Jetter: Terri Abney Judge Bazile: David Jensen Phil Hirschkop: Jon Bass Theoliver Jeter: Christopher Mann Musiel Byrd-Jeter: Winter-Lee Holland Deputy: Michael Abbott Jr. Percy Fortune: Chris Greene Virgil: Will Dalton Chet Antieau: Matt Malloy Laura: Andrene Ward-Hammond Alex: D.L. Hopkins Hope Ryden: Jennifer Joyner Cousin Davis: Lance Lemon Cousin Gerald: Marquis Adonis Hazelwood Older Sydney: Brenan Young Older Donald: Dalyn Cleckley Older Peggy: Quinn McPherson Middle Sidney: Jevin Crochrell Middle Donald: Jordan Williams Jr. Middle Peggy: Georgia Crawford Toddler Sydney: Micah Claiborne Baby Sydney: Devin Cleckley Infant Sydney: Pryor Ferguson Clara – Cashier: Karen Vicks Reporter #1: Scott Wichmann Construction Worker: Benjamin Loeh Court Secretary: Bridget Gethins Store Pedestrian: Mark Huber Drag Race Spectator: James Matthew Poole Secretary: Coley Campany Secretary: Sheri Lahris Construction Worker: Jordan Dickey Telephone Man: Coby Batty Drag Race Spectator / Bar Patron: Chris Condetti Richard’s Racing Crew: Logan J. Woolfolk County Clerk: Robert Haulbrook Bricklayer: Keith Tyree Spectator: James Nevins Prisoner: W. Keith Scott Photojournalist: Tom Lancaster Street Walker: Lonnie M. Henderson Court Audience Member: Brian Thomas Wise Drag Race Spectator: Ken Holliday Antieau’s Secretary: Terry Menefee Gau Driver: Marc Anthony Lowe Racetrack Spectator: Jay SanGiovanni D.C Teen: Tyrell Ford Baby Boy #1: James Atticus Abebayehu Phil’s Dad: Jim D. Johnston …: Derick Newson Boarding House Boy: Miles Hopkins Construction Worker: Kenneth William Clarke Reporter: Robert Furner Secretary: Victoria Chavatel Jimison Field Hand / Drag Strip Attendee / Shot Gun Shack Attendee (uncredited): Darrick Claiborne Courtroom Spectator (uncredited): Raymond H. Johnson Drag Race Driver: Dean Mumford Pregnant Girl: Rebecca Turner Magistrate: Mike Shiflett County Jailer: Greg Cooper Supreme Court Reporter: A. Smith Harrison Press Conference Reporter: Keith Flippen Soundman: Jason Alan Cook Courtroom Spectator (uncredited): Lucas N. Hall Film Crew: Director: Jeff Nichols Editor: Julie Monroe Producer: Peter Saraf Executive Producer: Jack Turner Executive Producer: Jared Ian Goldman Executive Producer: Brian Kavanaugh-Jones Unit Production Manager: Sarah Green Art Direction: Jonathan Guggenheim Casting: Francine Maisler Production Design: Chad Keith Storyboard: Nancy Buirski Associate Producer: Oge Egbuono Producer: Colin Firth Producer: Marc Turtletaub Set Decoration: Adam Willis Producer: Ged Doherty Unit Production Manager: Will Greenfield Costume Design: Erin Benach Music Supervisor: Lauren Mikus Original Music Composer: David Wingo Still Photographer: Ben Rothstein Director of Photography: Adam Stone Script Supervisor: Jean-Paul Chreky Special Effects Coordinator: Gary Pilkinton Special Effects Technician: Trevor Smithson Property Master: A. Patrick Storey First Assistant Director: Cas Donovan Second Assistant Director: Tommy Martin Stunt Driver: Dean Mumford Key Makeup Artist: Katie Middleton Second Second Assistant Director: Ben LeDoux Construction Buyer: Roslyn Blankenship Assistant Property Master: Hannah Ross Dialogue Editor: Brandon Proctor Genetator Operator: Maxwel Fisher Post Production Supervisor: Susan E. Novick Boom Operator: Proctor Trivette Leadman: Stephen G. Shifflette Second Assistant “A” Camera: Stephen McBride Sound Effects Editor: David Grimaldi Foley Mixer: Judy Kirschner Makeup Department Head: Julia Lallas Hairstylist: Brian Morton Sound Effects Editor: Joel Dougherty ADR Mixer: Chris Navarro Sound Effects Editor: P.K. Hooker ...

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Throw The Book At ‘Em! Cyrus Carmack-Melton’s Killer Rick Chow Could Face More Charges, Anger And Outrage Surround Funeral

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What’s that we hear? Good news?

The shooting death of 14-year-old Cyrus Carmack-Melton at the hands of 58-year-old gas station owner Rick Chow in Columbia, South Carolina is still extremely upsetting but it appears that local law enforcement is not taking the case lightly. According to WRDW, The Richland County Sheriff’s Department and 5th Circuit Solicitor’s Office are speaking publicly on the matter and have not ruled out additional charges against Chow. Says, 5th Circuit Solicitor Byron Gipson:

“The Richland County Sheriff’s Department conducted an investigation into the fatal shooting of Monroe Cyrus Carmack-Belton and as a result charged Chikei Rick Chow with Murder. At this time, the Fifth Circuit Solicitor’s Office has not yet received all of the reports, statements, videos, and other materials related to the investigation. Once all of that information has been provided, a full review will be conducted in order to determine whether any additional charges should be made relating to this incident.”

While the authorities are somewhat tight-lipped about their process, it stands to reason that if they have not reviewed all the evidence that the investigation has already uncovered and was comfortable with murder charges, then the potential for more charges is undoubtedly in the air.

On Saturday, family and friends gathered at Second Nazareth Baptist Church in Columbia to lay Cyrus to rest. According to ABCNews, his mother gave a eulogy that will absolutely break your heart.

“I will miss you my sunshine, that infectious smile and unique laugh. Thank you God for entrusting me with your precious child by lending him to the world to teach us and shine his bright light upon us,”

The service was obviously sad but there was also anger in the air.

“I am angry,” Richland County Councilwoman Yvonne McBride said, per local news outlet WLTX. “I’m angry about what happened. I’m angry because a young innocent baby was taken brutally from us.”

We will keep you updated on all the latest news surrounding this case. If you wish to donate to the family, you can check out their GoFundMe.

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A 4-year-old child died on Thursday afternoon following a dog mauling in Ogle County, according to WREX, the NBC affiliate in Rockford. At around 4:40 p.m. that day, the Ogle County Sheriff’s Department received a 911 call regarding a child who had been attacked by a dog in Monroe Center, a village of about 400 […]

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The Enduring Panic About Cow Mutilations

Aliens, the government, or unspecified shadowy forces—another round of “mutes” incites familiar fears.

— By Rachel Monroe | May 8, 2023

On April 19th, the Madison County Sheriff’s Office published a Facebook post about “the death and mutilation” of six cows. It was an unusual story for the farming community, a hundred miles north of Houston, where police reports tend more toward traffic violations and stray livestock. The news travelled quickly, racking up seventeen thousand shares on Facebook; within a week it had gone international. Much of the coverage lingered on the unnerving details highlighted in the Facebook post: that the cows, found in six locations, had their tongues and part of the flesh of their cheeks precisely excised, with no apparent signs of struggle. “No predators or birds would scavenge the remains for several weeks after death,” the sheriff’s department wrote. A seventh cow was discovered soon afterward, in a similar condition. Alarmed Facebook commenters variously blamed “some cult,” “satanic rituals,” “chupacabras,” “a serial killer in the making,” and “aliens.”

The cow story piqued the interest of Chuck Zukowski, a longtime paranormal investigator. Zukowski, who is based in Colorado Springs, specializes in mutilation cases, or, as he calls them, mutes. The tongues being gone is “a signature,” he told me. Although he has found reports of what seem like mute cases dating back to 1869, it wasn’t until the nineteen-seventies, when the nation was seized by a cow-mutilation panic, that the phenomenon cohered into its most well-known form: cows drained of blood, their body parts—typically eyes, tongues, cheeks, and sex organs—removed with “surgical precision.” Some reported mutilations are accompanied by other strange and seemingly inexplicable signs: circular depressions in the surrounding grass; animals with broken legs, as if they’ve been dropped from great heights; predators that keep away from the carcass, perhaps sensing that something is amiss.

Zukowski keeps several go bags on hand so that, when he receives a report of something mysterious, he can get out the door as quickly as possible. His kit for animal mutilations includes an electromagnetic-field meter, a Geiger counter, a motion-sensing camera, a night-vision lens, jars of formaldehyde (for biological samples), and a P100 Nikon with a three-thousand-millimetre zoom optic. “It’s designed for bird watching, but it’s great for U.F.O.s,” he noted. Zukowski is an engineer by training, and in his decades of mute investigations, he said, he’s encountered phenomena he cannot scientifically explain, such as high E.M.F. readings and atomic changes in the nearby soil. He believes that a high-energy source, possibly of extraterrestrial origin, is responsible, although he knows that some people will find the suggestion ridiculous. “We have what they call the giggle factor. And the giggle factor is when other people basically make fun,�� he said. “But that’s changed a lot, now that the Pentagon is involved in doing U.F.O. investigations.”

After the news of the Texas mutes spread widely, Madison County’s law enforcement provided few additional details. “They’re keeping some of the details close to the chest, understandably,” another paranormal investigator told me. Zukowski, who used to work in law enforcement, told me that he’d managed to contact a deputy who’d investigated the Madison County cows, and he’d shared with her his photographs of a previous mutilation in Oregon. According to Zukowski, she agreed that the images looked similar. (I left several messages for the Madison County Sheriff’s Department, but no one replied.) Zukowski couldn’t travel to Texas for a forensic investigation; he and his wife were about to embark on a Mediterranean cruise to celebrate their wedding anniversary. Even so, he was on high alert. “These things tend to happen in waves,” he told me.

In the seventies, mutilated cows began to be reported across the country—a couple of dozen in Minnesota, more than a hundred in Colorado, and others in Nebraska, Kansas, Iowa, and elsewhere. Midway through the decade, newspapers began to repeat the questionably sourced statistic of ten thousand total mutilations. By 1975, the Colorado Associated Press reportedly voted the mutilations the No. 1 story in the state.

Nowadays, reports of cattle mutilation are often linked to speculation about extraterrestrial activity, but, in the seventies, many people believed that sinister government forces were to blame. Farmers and ranchers reported seeing unmarked helicopters hovering over fields near mutilation sites. Some claimed that the aircraft had chased them, or even fired at them. The paranoia had a contagious quality; ranchers formed vigilante groups, tracked helicopter sightings, and stopped out-of-state vehicles to search them for evidence. It seemed possible that the panic could tip into something worse. “Now it appears that ranchers are arming themselves to protect their livestock, as well as their families and themselves,” the Colorado senator Floyd Haskell wrote to the F.B.I., pleading for the agency to open an investigation. “Clearly something must be done before someone gets hurt.” One farmer shot a utility helicopter that was inspecting power lines. The Bureau of Land Management temporarily stopped doing aerial land surveys in eastern Colorado, and the Nebraska National Guard ordered pilots to fly helicopters a thousand feet higher than usual. (Ranchers’ suspicions that some cows were the victims of secret biological-weapons tests were not as far-fetched as they sounded. In March, 1968, thousands of sheep convulsed and collapsed near Utah’s Dugway Proving Ground, a U.S. Army facility established to test chemical and biological weapons. Ultimately, six thousand animals died. The Army never fully acknowledged its responsibility for the incident until, decades later, a reporter for the Salt Lake Tribune uncovered a declassified internal report admitting that there was “incontrovertible” evidence that a nerve agent had caused the deaths.)

Because it was unclear exactly what was happening to the cows, it was also unclear who could help. The F.B.I. ultimately denied Senator Haskell’s request to investigate, concluding that the agency did not have jurisdiction. To some people, this confirmed that the Feds were in on the conspiracy. Oklahoma convened a special task force, and the Colorado Bureau of Investigation ran undercover operations; both failed to identify a human culprit. The New Mexico Livestock Board asked the Los Alamos Scientific Laboratory for help, and investigators in Minnesota spent some time chasing down leads from two prisoners who blamed the mutilations on a “Hell-oriented” biker cult bent on blood sacrifice. (The prisoner tipsters claimed fear of retaliation and requested transfers to smaller facilities, from which both ended up escaping.)

In 1979, New Mexico convened a multistate livestock-mutilation conference and hired the retired F.B.I. agent Kenneth Rommel to lead an inquiry, called Operation Animal Mutilation. Rommel spent a year looking into reported mutilations in northern New Mexico. After studying dozens of cases, he concluded that the supposed mutilations could be explained by scavenger activity. Some of the animals poisoned themselves by eating larkspur, or succumbed to common livestock diseases such as blackleg. After death, predators consumed their soft tissue—cheeks, tongues, genitals—first. In a photograph, or from a distance, postmortem predation could look ominously precise; up close and in person, though, Rommel said that he could see tooth marks. Blood hadn’t been drained from the animals; it had merely pooled and coagulated in their lower extremities.

Partway through his investigation, Rommel was called to a ranch to examine another reported mutilation. When he found the dead cow in a field near a stream, there were maggots munching on one of its eyeballs, and “the normal odor of decay” hung in the air. In the report he wrote later, Rommel’s exasperation is apparent:

After examining the carcass and noting the jagged and torn appearance of the injuries, I asked the owner whether he really thought the damaged areas could be described by the term “surgical precision.” He replied that the damage did appear “a bit rough.” I then asked where he obtained the term “surgical precision,” and he said it was commonly used in the newspapers.

The Rommel report paints the mutilations as a kind of pre-Internet meme, a contagious story that shaped how ranchers saw and interpreted dead cows. But why were they so quick to assume a conspiracy? The historian Michael Goleman has noted that the mutilation panic of the seventies happened at a time when cattle ranchers had plenty of reasons to resent the federal government. In New Mexico, most of the mutilations weren’t reported in the regions with the most livestock but, rather, in those where farmers had battled with the B.L.M. about grazing rights. (In recent years, a number of mutilation reports have come out of eastern Oregon, not far from the Malheur National Wildlife Refuge, a portion of which an armed anti-government group led by Ammon Bundy occupied, in 2016.) Goleman also links the mute panic to a broader crisis in the cattle industry. In 1973, as inflation soared, President Richard Nixon announced a temporary price freeze on the wholesale and retail cost of beef. The freeze was catastrophic for many small cattle farmers; in the industry, this period was known as the wreck. Goleman argues that the mutilation panic was fuelled by anxiety about these federal interventions, fears that were recast as more visceral, immediate terrors: a hovering helicopter, a cow bled dry, a farmer left helpless and confused.

In 1980, the Denver television journalist Linda Moulton Howe produced “Strange Harvest,” a documentary about the mutilations. Howe had been part of a team that won a Peabody, and she specialized in films about environmental issues: contaminated drinking water, polluted air. In “Strange Harvest,” she suggested that the culprits behind the cattle mutilations weren’t satanists or government agents but extraterrestrial beings. The theory soon gained popularity over the emphasis on governmental villains.

As the so-called wreck subsided, so did the widespread stories of mutilations, although intermittent reports still popped up from time to time. But, recently, there has been renewed interest. Last year, Tucker Carlson devoted one of his Fox Nation “Tucker Carlson Originals” to the phenomenon. His special claimed that there were “tens of thousands” of animals, and considered several possible culprits—cults, aliens, the government—without committing to any of them. Naming the source of danger seemed to matter less than stoking a general sense of dread. It was the kind of story Carlson was so good at milking, full of ambient threat, vaguely implied coverups, and shadowy, malevolent forces preying on rural Americans. When Fox News covered the Madison County mutilations, it declared that the cows had been “murdered.”

A week after the Texas mutilation news broke, Zukowski e-mailed me. “Just got off the phone with another investigator, there may be another mutilation, this time in Oklahoma,” he wrote. When I spoke to him the next day, he sounded more subdued. “I was able to talk to a deputy on the scene, and in his opinion the animal was not killed abnormally,” he said. “You know, the lower part of the jaw was pulled off, like by a large coyote or something.” Nevertheless, the witness was adamant that it was a mutilation. Zukowski had seen this phenomenon before. When a mutilation story got big, other people would start making similar reports, and many of them wouldn’t pan out. He didn’t know if they were after attention or money or some strange version of validation. “That’s what I think happened here,” he said. “This person was so into hoping it was a mutilation.” ♦

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'Project Lifesaver' designed to keep at risk individuals safe

ROCHESTER, N.Y. (WROC) — Back in 2019, the Monroe County Sheriff’s Office launched ‘Project Lifesaver’ — a search and rescue program designed to return at risk individuals inclined to wander home safely to their loved ones. After the multiple recent ‘vulnerable’ missing person alerts, including one from the Greece Police Department cancelled a missing person…‘Project Lifesaver’ designed to keep…

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Indiana Jail Officer Fired After Inmate Hit During Struggle

BLOOMINGTON, Ind. (AP) — A white correctional officer in southwestern Indiana who is seen in body camera footage punching a Black inmate during a struggle has been fired. Monroe County Sheriff Ruben Martè said Friday that the decision to terminate James Mitchell was part of his vow to make “accountability and transparency” a “top priority” of the sheriff’s department. Mitchell and two other…

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Idaho Murders: DNA Found At Crime Scene

By Noreen Karam, University of Virginia Tech, Class of 2024

January 16, 2023

In the early morning hours of November 13, 2022, four University of Idaho college students were stabbed to death in a shared rental home close to campus, in which three of them resided. The three female victims – Madison Mogen, Kaylee Goncalves, and Xana Kernodle – lived at the house, while the fourth victim, Ethan Chapin, was Kernodle's boyfriend who was sleeping over on the night of the attacks. Two other female roommates also lived at the house; they were not attacked and were not injured. On December 30, 2022, a suspect, 28-year-old Bryan Christopher Kohberger was arrested in Monroe County, Pennsylvania on four counts of murder in the first degree and felony burglary. The investigation of the stabbings is being conducted by the Moscow Police Department, supported by the Idaho State Police and the Latah County Sheriff's Office. In all almost 130 members of law enforcement from the three agencies began working on the case.

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The Grinch delivers onions to fast-moving motorists

The Grinch delivers onions to fast-moving motorists

In this photo provided by the Florida Keys Press Office, a motorist accepts an onion in lieu of a traffic ticket from Monroe County Sheriff’s Department Colonel Lou Caputo disguised as the Grinch, the Tuesday, December 13, 2022, in Marathon, Florida. (Andy Newman/Florida Keys News Bureau via AP) PA Several motorists speeding through a school zone on the Florida Keys Freeway were given a smelly…

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An Indiana man sought on suspicion of throwing a hatchet at people in a park was found Tuesday after an hourslong search through Bloomington's storm sewer system — where investigators recovered a hand scythe, a machete and rifle cartridges.

Eli Swartzentruber, described as a 37-year-old transient, was taken into custody Tuesday evening after he fled from officers to the depths of the underground system, Bloomington police said in a news release.

Groups of officers descended upon the city's streets, flash bang grenades were deployed, special cameras were used to search the sewers, and a shelter-in-place order was issued for parts of Indiana University Bloomington.

Police first posted on social media that they were searching for a barricaded man in the sewer system at around 11:30 a.m. Tuesday. It wasn’t until six hours later that police announced that the man had been safely removed from the storm drain — after he was apprehended by a canine officer — and in custody, at around 5:30 p.m.

Bloomington police shared a breakdown Wednesday of the events that led to Tuesday's manhunt, saying it kicked off with a 911 call at around 9:30 a.m. about a man who was swinging a steel rod at several people.

Hatchet thrown at people; escape into sewers

On their way to the park, officers got a report that the man had gone to a vehicle in a nearby Kroger parking lot, retrieved a hatchet and walked back to the same people in the park and thrown the hatchet at them, police said.

When officers arrived, witnesses said the man had left the area on foot and was seen headed southbound on First Street, police said.

Officers searching for him found clothes that appeared to match those worn by the man hanging from a railing along First Street near a very large storm drain exit.

Officers yelled into the drain, ordering the man to exit. He yelled back, claiming he was armed with a rifle, and threatened to shoot officers if they followed him in, police said.

Investigators identified the suspect as Swartzentruber, who was being sought by two counties, the news release said.

In Daviess County, he had an outstanding arrest warrant on a felony charge of battery against a public safety official, and the Monroe County Sheriff’s Office was searching for him on several felony charges after an incident earlier Tuesday.

Special cameras and noise-flashes deployed

Police called in the department's Critical Incident Response Team for help, a SWAT team from Indiana State Police because of the large area that needed to be searched and Bloomington Utilities employees to provide diagrams of the storm drain system.

The multiagency search effort took hours, with special equipment being used to inspect the sewers and officers removing manhole covers from the streets.

As they were removing one manhole cover, officers found an unfired rifle cartridge below Smith Avenue that appeared to “have just recently been dropped,” police said.

Members of the Critical Incident Response Team deployed noise-flash diversionary devices into the storm sewer, creating loud bangs, apparently to move the man in a certain direction.

A Bloomington utilities camera was also deployed in the storm sewer in the area of North Indiana Avenue and East 6th Street. Once it was 500 feet into the storm sewer, officers saw a man matching the suspect’s description on the camera, believed to be in the area under Kirkwood Avenue, police said.

With that sighting, the man said he would exit the storm sewer, but he instead destroyed the camera and tried to flee further into the system, authorities said.

That's when a trooper's K-9 officer, Loki, was deployed and apprehended the suspect.

Swartzentruber was taken into custody by troopers and found with an empty handgun holster on him.

He was taken to a nearby hospital for treatment, then to the Monroe County Jail, where he was remanded on charges of attempted battery with a deadly weapon and intimidation, police said.

Cartridges, scythe and machete found in sewer

A search of the sewers didn’t find a rifle or a handgun that Swartzentruber claimed to have, but investigators did find several unfired .30-60 rifle cartridges, a hand scythe and a machete.

A search of the sewers will continue to locate any firearms.

The investigation continues, and more criminal charges could be forthcoming, police said.

Indiana University Bloomington campus police ordered occupants of Franklin Hall to shelter in place Tuesday afternoon after it was reported that an armed subject had been located at the storm drain near campus.

University President Pamela Whitten thanked local police agencies and state police for “keeping our community safe today and every day” after the chaos.

“The actions our IU Police Department took today showed their steadfast commitment to prioritizing the safety of our IU community, and we are grateful for their service," she said in a statement.

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Can’t Get Enough- Prologue

I’ve had probably about half of this fic just sitting on my computer for over a month now. Maybe if I start posting it, I’ll find the inspiration to finish this. So, here’s a Lee Bodecker x OFC fic. I say OFC because I feel weird not having it in there plus I think it’s weird to make characters of parents and still make it a reader insert (I don’t know your parents!), but feel free to pretend that it’s you, or imagine yourself as Billie. It will have smut, mentions of violence, time period typical sexism. 

Summary: The two most stubborn people in Knockemstiff, Ohio have eyes for only each other. Lee Bodecker is determined to become the town’s next sheriff. He knows that image is everything. Billie Dechswaan doesn’t care about her image at all. All she wants is to leave Knockemstiff and never come back. But Lee has other plans for her. Both are far too stubborn to give up their own plans. What happens when they can’t get enough of each other?

Lee Bodecker’s life fell apart the day his sister died. His thoughts were plagued by everything he should have done different. He should never have let Sandy marry Carl. He should have forced Sandy to divorce the miserable man. He should have killed Carl himself. But he didn’t do any of those things. And now Lee was left with no family and a severely bruised ego. 

The kid— Arvin Russell— shot Lee, he got him in the shoulder. It wasn’t enough to really hurt Lee, but the fall knocked him out and the kid got away. The optics were good for Lee. He was shot and injured trying to protect the town. It would probably help him with the election. And without Sandy, he was free to arrest the men involved in pimping out local girls. It would look good to shut down such a widespread underground business. But never had Lee been so alone. It turned him more vicious. He was constantly angry. Shouting at deputies and his secretary. Drinking himself half blind almost every night. 

But tonight was not one of those nights. Just as Lee was about to leave the station, he got a call about a man dead from a car wreck just on the border of Knockemstiff and Meade. Lee went with two of his deputies to the scene. The man had already been taken away by the coroner. The car had rolled multiple times, it didn’t look like another car was involved in the wreck. The deputies who were first called to the scene said that they instantly knew the man. You can’t live in such a small town and not know most folks. It was Mr. John Dechswaan. And he left behind a large farm and a large family. 

The Dechswaan family was one plagued by tragedy. Joseph and Wilma—John’s parents— moved down from Columbus. Both were born in the Netherlands and immigrated as young children. After they married they desired to settle down and raise a family in a more rural area. Joseph worked for the state building highways. Wilma stayed home. Wilma was pregnant no less than 8 times. She only gave birth to five babies. And only two of those made it past the age of two. Everyone in town pitied her plight. How awful that must be for her. 

Two boys, Ray and John. Ray moved away after high school. Met a nice girl in California and stayed there. John fought in World War II. When he came home he met Joy. For a while it seemed the family’s luck had changed. Joy gave birth to six children with no issue.

The eldest son was young Joseph, for his grandfather. He’d married a local girl named Marianne. They had two boys of their own and she was pregnant again.

The next eldest child, Thomas, married a nice girl from a few towns over named Paulette. Thomas would have preferred to stay closer to Paulette’s family, but he worked for John at the family’s farm. And now Joseph would need all the help he could get from his younger brother. 

The oldest daughter was named for her great-grandmother, Wilhelmina, but she went by Billie. Billie made no secret of her disdain for Knockemstiff. And she had always planned to move away as soon as she could. She worked as a librarian in New York. But the Dechswaan family curse reared its ugly head. She met a guy who she thought was a good man, but he wasn’t. It took Larry next to no time to start hurting Billie. Rumors touched Billie like no other member of the family. Many said that Billie had left Knockemstiff because she got herself knocked up. Her family didn’t speak of her much after she left, which only added to the intrigue. 

Sylvia came next. She was too beautiful and too gullible for her own good. She fell for the quarterback and he was quick to promise her everything she wanted. They married quickly when Sylvia was nineteen, much to her parents pleasure. Tim, the husband, joined the county police department. Just a five months after marriage Sylvia had her first baby. A girl named, Rose. She was as beautiful as her mama. But everyone knew that Rose wasn’t a baby conceived in holy matrimony. Everyone whispered about Sylvia as she walked by. But she bore it. She finally grew up enough to realize that you can’t always get what you want. 

Wesley was the youngest boy at just seventeen. He was the high school’s star quarterback. He was rambunctious and headstrong. He never thought things through. But he didn’t have to. He was a young man after all, with his whole future ahead of him. Who cared if he stepped on a few girls on his way to the top?

Then there was Clara, fifteen, nearly a young woman, but she could barely speak. Doctor said it was because she was just shy. But when she worked up the courage to speak she stuttered and stumbled over her words. Her father bitterly thought about how he would be stuck with her forever.

Yes, Sheriff Bodecker knew all about the Dechswaan family. He had always paid close attention to Billie. She was beautiful. Long dark blonde hair that she bleached bright blonde—trying to look just like Marilyn Monroe but she could never get it quite light enough—as soon as she could and bright blue eyes. She’d been a cheerleader for the football team her senior year. Lee had never thought about those cheerleading uniforms until Billie put one on. It was a good thing she was 18 at the time or else Lee would have been obliged to feel guilty. But he never looked at her until she was legal, and he’ll maintain that until the day he dies. And once he started thinking about her, he couldn’t stop even after she took the uniform off for good. She was a spitfire. She stayed out late, drank with boys in cars, and just generally did whatever she wanted. But she kept good grades, never did anything beyond kissing a boy, and never missed a church service, so no one could say much. Lee was bewitched by her. And the problem was that she knew it.

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Before moving to New York City, I drove every where. I got pulled over 3 times in 15 years; two speeding tickets and an illegal left hand turn.

The first year I was back in Michigan, I got pulled over 5 times. Each  time it was for impeding traffic and I did not get a ticket.

I drove a dark grey, 1998 Chevy Venture van that was in storage for several years. It was in good shape.

The traffic stops were unlike any I had experienced in the past. The first one was in Monroe County on Dixie Highway near Sterling State Park. I was coming home from the park with my dogs. The sun was setting and it was twilight. My Poodle, Merlin, sat in the passenger seat and Indy, a Jack Russel Terrier, was in the back. I was driving down Dixie Highway at 50 mph, which is the speed limit. Flashing lights popped up behind me. My heart raced. What did I do? I pulled over and tried to calm down; I didn’t want to look suspicious.

It was a Monroe County Sheriff. I thought one of my running lights was out. As the sheriff approached my van, he unfastened the top of the holster of his gun. I had not experienced this before. I wrote it off   as the new standard procedure on all traffic stops. Or maybe this guy was a cowboy. I said as little as possible.

I waited for the, “Do you know why I pulled you over?” This officer asked where I was going. He looked in the window and flashed his light on Merlin and his demeanor changed. The stern look on his face disappeared, but he seemed…annoyed… I guess is the best word. I thought I was going to get a ticket for Merlin being in the front seat. He didn’t ask if I’d been drinking or had any weapons. He asked to see my license, looked at it under his flashlight and handed it back. Then he explained he pulled me over because I was going 3 miles under the speed limit and was impeding traffic. There were no other cars on the road. I said I was not aware of it. He told me to keep an eye on it and that he was giving me a warning. I thanked him. He walked back to his car.

I remember being confused about it, but since I didn’t get a ticket, I didn’t think to much about it. Impeding traffic, never heard of it before.

Same thing happened in Flat Rock and Huron Township. Impeding traffic, didn’t get a ticket. On the third stop, I asked one of the officers if impeding traffic was a new law in Michigan and he got a little snappy with me. The oddest one was the second time I got stopped in Huron Township.  

Merlin was a tall dog who often sat in the passenger seat. When he was in the passenger seat or the back seat, he was tall enough to be mistaken for a person, especially at night. When the officer got to my window he asked, “Who’s in the back? I said,  “No one. Just my dogs.” He asked me two more times.  “Who’s in the back?” And I said, “It’s a dog.”  He asked me to take the dog out of the vehicle.

The back of the van only opened on the passenger side, I got out, called Merlin to the front and took him out through the driver’s side door. The officer seemed annoyed as he said, “Is that a Poodle?” I said yes and put Merlin back in the van. The officer seemed mad as he explained the impeding traffic law, like I tricked him somehow and was wasting his time.

After that, I had the speedometer on the van checked to see if it was working correctly. It was.

The scariest one was the night I was driving home from my sister’s house at around 10 pm. I was going down Middlebelt Road, again in Huron Township. There was a Huron Township police car behind me since I turned onto Middlebelt. I kept checking my speedometer and I was doing the speed limit. After about a mile, he turned on his lights. I thought, “Again?” It is frustrating to be pulled over repeatedly by the police. Your heart races every time and you are scared. There is the thought, “What if it’s not the real cops?”

This time there were two Huron Township SUV police vehicles that pulled me over. One cop walked up on the passenger side of my van. I saw him in the sideview mirror unholstering his gun as he sidled up to the window where Merlin was sitting. Merlin rarely barked at people. His fingers relaxed when he saw Merlin.

I thought, “Holy crap! Maybe my van matches the description of a vehicle used in a crime.” This is a rural area, it’s about 10 pm and it is dark out. I’m a woman alone. Thank God I had Merlin with me.

I rolled down my window and was asked to roll down the passenger window. I did. I asked the officer, “Did I do something wrong?” because I was at a loss. He asked me if I’d been drinking and if I had any weapons. I said no. He took my license and examined it with his flashlight. He handed it back and asked where I was going. I was heading home and explained where that was and the route I was taking to get there. The whole time the other cop is still standing on the passenger side with his hand on his holstered gun.

The first officer explained I was driving erratically and going 5 miles under the speed limit and went through the impeding traffic law as if I was five years old. I didn’t get a ticket.

It was puzzling and irritating. I felt I was being punished for driving an old van. But what could I do?

One day, sitting at a restaurant having breakfast with my Dad; our old neighbor came in and said, “There’s a black man stealing your van. He’s behind the wheel right now.” I paused a minute and realized he was referring to Merlin. Bells went off.

I was furious. I wanted to go home and rage at every police department that pulled me over. I wasn’t impeding traffic, it’s not my van, it’s not my driving–they thought Merlin was a black man!

That’s why I kept getting pulled over. They thought it was a black man in an old van. I was so angry I wanted to drive to Dearborn at night with Merlin in the passenger seat and create a big stink when I got pulled over. “Call the news!” I’d shout! I wanted to rage at someone. But who? I couldn’t prove any of it. If only I’d realized it as it happened.

There were plenty of times black men pulled up next to me when Merlin was in the passenger seat and said, “Hey, a brother dog.” I should have known. John Steinbeck wrote in “Travels with Charley,” Charley was also a Poodle, that he had to be careful driving in the South. He got in trouble a few times because people thought Charlie was a black man. How could I be so stupid!

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Reposted from @ msimmons444 on twitter.

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Missing Child:

Felicia Lee

Age: 15 (10-22-2004)

Hair: Dark Brown/Black

Eyes: Brown

Height: 5'5"

Weight: 130

Race: Native American

Felicia was last seen in Tomah, Wisconsin at 2:00 PM on 8/25/2020. A family member reported she may be trying to get to South Dakota.

Monroe County Sheriff's Department: 608-269-2117

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