Former police officers, what incident made you quit your job?
The Golden Child and the Crime Scene
former police officers what’s the case that was so insane it made you quit your job? I’m a former officer and my life changed the day I was informed of a woman with an armed intruder in her home. We immediately got in our car and drove over.
As soon as we got there we circled the house, but when we went for the front door we found it unlocked. We walked in and did a thorough search of the house, praying to God that she was still alive and that everything was okay.
But when we walked up the stairs that hope shattered. We found her un alived, possibly just mere minutes ago. It hurt a lot seeing someone not alive; never got any easier.
We set up the scene and called our forensics team, and that’s when everything came crumbling down on me. In some sick twist turn of events my brother’s fingerprints were found on the woman’s body and he instantly became the main suspect.
I remember my world shattering and that night I ended up drowning my sorrows. Well as we dug deeper into the case we found out the victim had been in a relationship with my brother years ago and that this was likely the motive.
I suppose you would need some context about my older brother. He was always a guy who always had a way of charming everyone around him. Growing up he was always The Golden Child in our family.
Even as a kid he had this charm about him that made it impossible for our parents to see anything wrong with him. On the playground he was the biggest and oldest. He towered over the other kids and he knew exactly how to use that to his advantage.
He was never the type to get his hands dirty, instead he bossed the other kids around convincing them to do whatever he had in mind. One time when we were about eight or nine Adam wanted this shiny new toy that one of the other kids brought to school.
It was a remote controlled car that everyone was talking about. But instead of just taking it himself he whispered his plan to a couple of the younger kids and convince them to steal it during recess. He told them if they took it without him looking then he’d make sure they’d get a turn to use it later.
Of course they did exactly what he said. Adam watched from the sidelines as the other kids ran off with the toy. When the kid who originally owned the car found out his toy was gone, when the teachers came around asking questions, Adam acted like he didn’t have a clue as to what was going on.
He even offered to help look for the missing car, and he was good at it too. He’d March right up to the kid and comfort him saying:
don’t worry we’ll find it I’ll help you look.
That night the same pattern played out at home. Something had gone missing from our parents, but instead of a toy car this time it was a $50 bill from Dad’s wallet. But instead of getting nervous or acting guilty my brother was the first to jump up and offer to help them look for it.
He would turn the house upside down, search through cushions, check under furniture. And all the while our parents would watch him with pride. They were so grateful for his help and praised him for being such a thoughtful son.
They never suspected for a moment that Adam was the one who had taken the money in the first place. And when they couldn’t find it they’d thank him for his hard work and would slip him another $20 bill as a reward.
He had the whole system figured out. He could do no wrong in their eyes and he knew it and he used it to his advantage time and time again. As he got older his charm grew with him but so did his recklessness.
By the time he was a teenager he wasn’t as careful about covering his tracks. He started hanging out with a rougher crowd. They’d skip classes, smoke behind the gym, and get into trouble just for the thrill of it.
I remember one time when he was about 18 he and his friends decided to break into the school after hours. They didn’t have a plan or any particular reason. They just wanted to see if they could get away with it.
They smashed a window, ransacked a couple of classrooms and spray painted graffiti on the walls. They got caught of course. The school had cameras and it wasn’t long before the police were at our door.
I’ll never forget the look on our parents’ faces when they found out. They were in shock but not angry. They were more upset that their good son could be accused of something like this.
When the police left he just shrugged it off like it was no big deal. Our parents didn’t even raise their voices. Instead they sat him down and talked to him in that gentle pleading way they always did.
They asked him to do better and that was it. No Punishment, No grounding, not even a stern word. It was the same story every time.
He’d not along, promised to do better, and then be out the door the next night back with the same crowd doing the same stupid things. It was like he was testing how far he could push them, how much he could get away with.
And every time they let him off the hook he pushed a little further. But fast forward to now, the evidence started rolling in. The crime scene text found fingerprints on the woman’s clothes and they matched my brothers.
