I'm delighted and honored to welcome guest blogger, George
Fong, in my place today (Sheila speaking)
George spent 27 years as a special agent with the Federal Bureau of
Investigation, working all facets of violent crimes to include abductions,
serial killers, drug traffickers, and violent gangs. He retired in 2010
and is now the Director of Security for a world-wide sports entertainment
Network.
WHY
I WRITE
In
February 2005, I sat in a small room, watching one of my agents talk to a
young man as he described what had happened to a missing 17 year old girl.
Her name was Justine. Less than a week prior to the interview, Justine's father had called me, asking for help to find his missing daughter. She had been gone for nearly a week. Her father was frantic and confused as to why his daughter would have left without notice, why she had not called. I was in the middle of executing a search warrant on another child predator, so I told the father that we would meet the following morning to see what we could do.
Her name was Justine. Less than a week prior to the interview, Justine's father had called me, asking for help to find his missing daughter. She had been gone for nearly a week. Her father was frantic and confused as to why his daughter would have left without notice, why she had not called. I was in the middle of executing a search warrant on another child predator, so I told the father that we would meet the following morning to see what we could do.
When we met with the father he was distraught. He told us about Justine,
that she was a good student, and had a boyfriend. She wasn't a problem child. He told
us that he remembered seeing Justine go to bed on the night prior to when she went missing. Her school books and backpack were still in her room. The
inference was that she had no intention of going to school the next day. But
she was not the type to run away. So what happened?
Over
the course of the investigation a number of inconsistencies were discovered. People who held back from talking with us finally came forward and what we
learned was that this was far from being a runaway case. On the night we decided to confront our suspects we separated them to find out what each one knew,
what each one would be willing to say against the other. The first was
Justine's boyfriend, the other, the boyfriend's best friend. The boyfriend
denied having any knowledge of what happened or what we suspected. The
best friend gave him up.
I
watched the friend explain how the boyfriend had crafted a plan to lure Justine out of the
house, saying they were going to "rob a grow farm," and "not to
tell anyone she was sneaking out of the house." Instead, the best friend
drove Justine up to a dark hillside where the boyfriend was waiting. In
the early morning hours, away from any witnesses, and without anyone knowing her
whereabouts, the boyfriend placed a gun to Justine's head and shot her dead. The two forced her body into a shallow grave.
We
escorted the friend to the top of the hill where Justine was buried. It was in the middle of nowhere. Had it not been for the confession, I doubt she
would have been found for quite some time. We taped off the area, posted
officers and arranged for the Evidence Response Team to conduct the recovery
efforts in the morning when there was sufficient light. After recovery the body, I met with the father and tried to explain to him what we had
learned. He was beside himself. I can only imagine what he was
thinking--how had things gone so wrong?
I
returned home late that evening to find my young daughter was out with her
friends. When she returned, we had a conversation about being out late, about my not knowing where she was, and what I had just experienced. She looked at
me, paused and said, "But that won't happen to me, Dad." That's
when I realized just how different one's life perspective can be, between a civilian home and the home of a law enforcement officer.
With twenty three years of speaking openly in my home about crime and murder, kidnapping, and drug traffickers, as if I had just come home from a manufacturing job, building widgets, I realized that the level of absurdity was well above the norm. Things that would shock the average person were nothing more than a B article in the local newspaper. It was years later when I recounted this story to my daughter and discovered that she remembered it differently. Whoever's version was more accurate didn't change the fact that we agreed our view of the world was different than that of most of the people we knew.
With twenty three years of speaking openly in my home about crime and murder, kidnapping, and drug traffickers, as if I had just come home from a manufacturing job, building widgets, I realized that the level of absurdity was well above the norm. Things that would shock the average person were nothing more than a B article in the local newspaper. It was years later when I recounted this story to my daughter and discovered that she remembered it differently. Whoever's version was more accurate didn't change the fact that we agreed our view of the world was different than that of most of the people we knew.
Email: george2990@mindspring.com
Thanks for posting with us. I hope you'll stop in regularly and share your experiences. And congratulations on the blurb from Michael Connelly!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your post, George. And I think you're right... it's the motivations behind the violent acts in our society and the often hidden consequences that are interesting.
ReplyDeleteGood luck with your new release... and Micahel Connelly! Wow!
George is also a regular instructor at the Book Passage Mystery Conference. He's a great speaker--fascinating tales to tell.
ReplyDeleteHey, George. I've been waiting for your book for a long time. Your old friends in Sacramento miss you! Congratulations. I know it will be a huge success.
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