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I had a gut feeling that my now ex was going to do something to end my pregnancy….kept reassuring myself of how crazy that is….well one night he drugged me and him and his friend in the medical field performed an illegal aspiration abortion on me….i woke up several times during, went to the police after the fact and they didnt believe me …..went to the hospital and they confirmed no longer was there a baby and my cervix was dilated and leaking uterine fluid……went to head of police and every other official just to try to get someone to listen…..and help…..nothing …they had made up a police report and when i called about it…they said the case number didnt exist…..went to fox 45 news and they were shocked because of what happened and because when they called with the case number they wouldnt give them any info…which they said has never happened ……long story short,hes still free,im still trying to heal and come to find out from a nurse at the hospital…Baltimore County police has been under investigation for not reporting sex crimes…..so yea, listen to your gut…even if its something that seems insanely unlikely….he is thevreason i now believe and pray that there is a hellOh and 100% i believe in taking things into your own hands…police are worthless…. Absolutely pointless people

Quintuple (5) homicide in January 2012. I was called out around 0400 (4am). It was 18 degrees Fahrenheit, with a windchill in the single digits.Four victims were shot multiple times, stripped naked, and stacked on top of each other in a bedroom. The three suspects were about to burn the house down when a car pulled up in the driveway. Two males got out of the car, went inside the house, saw what was taking place, bolted out the door and ran opposite directions down the sidewalk. A third male that was sitting in the car, was not so fortunate. He was forced inside and became the fifth victim. The three suspects were all teenagers under the age of eighteen.Each victim had a case number assigned to them by my police department. The county coroner’s office assigned each one a case number. The state lab also assigned each one a case number. Between those three entities, I had to keep up with fifteen different case numbers, and make sure that all of the evidence was properly filed with the appropriate, corresponding case number, depending on who was asking about it (PD, Coroner, State Lab).A sixteenth case number was assigned when the suspects’ vehicle was found near some woods. It had been torched to a crisp. I had to sift through the entire vehicle looking for any evidence. Black soot gets on everything and everywhere.Search warrants were handed to me left and right. There was one for the crime scene itself, one for each of the suspects’ houses (3), and one for each of the suspects’ cell phones (3). There was one for private property that was owned by a limestone company, where a gun was supposedly tossed into a quarry. That is a total of 8 search warrants, and I want to say there were more, but can’t remember what they were for.When it came time for court, two of the suspects (well, defendants at that point) plead guilty. The third went to trial and was found guilty. I was on the stand for what seemed like an eternity. My CSI report was upwards of 68 pages long, not including hundreds of pictures, along with several diagrams, charts, and Power Points.

A few years ago I was at my local shopping mall. I’m a concealed permit holder living in Florida, so 99% of the places I go, I’m packing a pistol. However, my shopping mall does not allow any weapons. Perks of concealed carrying, however, include the fact that unless you go bragging, chances are no one is going to know you even have a weapon on you. Hence, I tend to still carry in the mall since it’s not illegal, and is just a store policy.One day I was actively carrying, while carrying my toddler. I put her down to pay for something in the food court, and then when I picked her back up her foot kind of caught the end of my T-shirt, pulling it up and briefly exposing my holstered pistol. To be honest, I didn’t expect anybody saw it that quickly, but apparently someone did, and about two minutes later mall security approached me and asked me if I was carrying a weapon on me. I did not lie, and admitted that yes I was, and they asked me to please take it to my car.I was actually on my way out, as we were taking the food back home, so I told the security officer that we were in the process of leaving anyway; he told me just to make sure I left my pistol in the car next time, and I figured that would be the end of it. As we were almost to the other side of the mall, near the exit where we had parked, another security officer approached me and asked if I was the one who had just been spoken to in the food court area. I said that I was, and he said that the mall management had decided to put a one week ban on me for violating the rules. I thought this was humorous, as this was my only day off for the rest of the week, and I wouldn’t have been back for at least a week anyway. I followed him to the mall management office, expecting to fill out a tiny piece of paper agreeing that I am banned from the premises for a week, and instead am asked to be seated and wait. About 15 minutes later a LEO walks in. Long story short, I am banned for six months, and had my pistol confiscated by the officer with the instructions that I could pick it up 24 hours later from the police station.Well, it was about a week later that I went to go pick up my pistol, as I had to wait for another day off. They only allowed me to take the pistol itself however, and told me I had to come back on a different day to retrieve my ammo. I couldn’t even come back on the same day, even hours later. Bureaucracy for you. The original officer did not give me any information to reference my case number, in fact I didn’t even know there was a “case number”, so they were only able to retrieve my pistol after searching my name, and then a good decent wait while they figured out which lock-box was holding my possessions. In order to expedite the process when I went back to pick up my ammo, I decided to bring the evidence box that they had returned my pistol back to me in, as it had the case number in big bold letters on the side of it. I kid you not, I walked in the door holding this box, and within seconds was up against the wall and in handcuffs.Very confused, I not so calmly asked what was up, and found out very quickly that this particular size and colored evidence box was specifically used for pistols, and it appeared that I had just walked into the police station with a gun in my hands, albeit in a box. As soon as they realized the box was empty and I explained why I was even holding it, everyone immediately settled down and I was allowed to retrieve my ammo. But this made me realize very quickly that if a box could set me into such quick trouble, I think if you walked in holding a pistol plainly visible, by the barrel or not, you would have a much worse time.