"All right, leave your names and a number so we can reach you if we need to talk further." Bradley requested.
"Okay, let’s go," Roy said.
As they walked away; Bradley and Farley walked down the alley and stood next to Doc peeling his latex gloves off.
"Well, Doc?" Bradley inquired.
"She was bound, gagged and stabbed in the heart; twice. The bounding was a flex-cuff; like we use; she was gagged with gold duct tape and the wound; I’ll know later at the lab." Doc reported.
"Great; our turn," Bradley said.
Bradley roamed left while Farley went right and they examined everything in sight. They carefully knelt down looking at the body but noticed her left hand was in a firm fist; Bradley called the Doc over and asked for a glove as well. He knelt down opening her hand and sticking into the palm of her hand, was a silver pierced stud earring. Doc pulled it out, bagged it and handed to Bradley.
"A silver stud," Bradley replied.
"The post is thicker than a normal earring," Doc added. "Body piercing."
"What is this place?" Farley inquired.
"Mark; what’s the name on this place?" Bradley asked.
"Slam Dunk," Mark answered.
"Great; punk rock," Farley replied, shaking his head.
"Her jeans are unbuttoned; do a kit Doc," Bradley suggested.
"Okay; Bruce, let’s take her to the lab; later guys," Doc instructed him
My Journey
My childhood wasn’t like most kids; I was a chubby girl, a loner. Mainly played with my sister and my toys. I’m the oldest of four; I have two sisters and one brother. Each are now grown with their own families.
The children in my old neighborhood were bullies of various types. I was beaten daily by the same kids; two of them fought over who was going to hit me first, so I went home until they forgot about me until the next day. One other time I was tied to a tree while the kids hit me repeatedly. I was abused in my youth by the neighborhood children. But it was difficult to prove, especially to those parents who were blind to what their kids were doing or they didn’t want to know.
At the tender of age of eight, I was drawn into the Star Trek world, a world of many races. I felt right at home. It was all right to be different, and I was proud of it. Captain Kirk was played by William Shatner. He became the television father who raised me to be strong and ignore the terror in my life. Gene Roddenberry, the creator of Star Trek gave us many worlds to explore and the chance to see other cultures. He opened my world to several possibilities where I began writing stories using his show as my guide and inspiration. From there, I was able to create my stories to share nationwide.
One family trip that remains in my memory was a trip to Lake Placid in New York. My father took one week from work, packed us up in the canary yellow station wagon and drove all of us many miles there. We rented a cottage because we were a large family of six people. We traveled to, 1000 Animals, Santa’s Village and other amusement parks. My mother woke us up and said, ‘There’s a car leaving for New York; do you want to be on it?’ Of course we leaped from our beds, got dressed and left our house.
