Forensic Files Quotes

You’re running in the woods in the altogether?” Her brain did not process that and her mouth opened, letting out the first thought that came to her. “What about ticks!?

She fought the tug that worked to yank her from her sister. Grasping tighter, as though she could hold on, stay asleep forever here in the field where her sister was.

We don’t have a lot of folks from those religions in this part of the state. You know, the God-doesn’t-like-birthdays kind. We’re really more of the God-loves-a-good-party-and-a-good-beer kind of people.

My name's Marnie Baranuik, and I'm not usually a squirrel; I'm a recovering cookie addict, ex-forensic psychic, and head of the pre-ternatural biology department at the Boulder branch of Chapel's PCU. Mostly, I feed rat brains to zombie beetles and fail to solve Sudoku puzzles. Don't get me wrong, I've done dozens of super-serious stake-outs; this time, it was even for a real case.

The stairs down to the scene were so narrow that we had to wait for a herd of forensics types to come up before we could go down. There’s no such thing as a full-service forensics team. It’s very expensive, so you order bits of it up from the Home Office like a Chinese takeout. Judging by the number of noddy suits filing past us Stephanopoulis had gone for the super-deluxe meal for six with extra egg fried rice. I was, I guessed, the fortune cookie.

AT THE VOIR dire the judge asks all the potential jurors to swear that even if they regularly watch CSI, Law & Order, Cold Case Files, or any other television show featuring forensic science and criminal justice, that they have a firm grasp on the difference between television—even reality television—and reality itself, in which we are presumably now mired. One potential juror with several small children says that won’t be a problem for her, because she mostly watches the Cartoon Network; the judge quips that an afternoon spent with the Cartoon Network provides as much or more information about the criminal justice system as a full season of Law & Order.

The largest and most rigorous study that is currently available in this area is the third one commissioned by the British Home Office (Kelly, Lovett, & Regan, 2005). The analysis was based on the 2,643 sexual assault cases (where the outcome was known) that were reported to British police over a 15-year period of time. Of these, 8% were classified by the police department as false reports. Yet the researchers noted that some of these classifications were based simply on the personal judgments of the police investigators, based on the victim’s mental illness, inconsistent statements, drinking or drug use. These classifications were thus made in violation of the explicit policies of their own police agencies. There searchers therefore supplemented the information contained in the police files by collecting many different types of additional data, including: reports from forensic examiners, questionnaires completed by police investigators, interviews with victims and victim service providers, and content analyses of the statements made by victims and witnesses. They then proceeded to evaluate each case using the official criteria for establishing a false allegation, which was that there must be either “a clear and credible admission by the complainant” or “strong evidential grounds” (Kelly, Lovett, & Regan,2005). On the basis of this analysis, the percentage of false reports dropped to 2.5%." Lonsway, Kimberly A., Joanne Archambault, and David Lisak. "False reports: Moving beyond the issue to successfully investigate and prosecute non-stranger sexual assault." The Voice 3.1 (2009): 1-11.

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DEFENDING A RAPIST What is the character of a person who becomes a sexual enabler? We get an early glimpse into this question from 1975, when Hillary Clinton defended a man, Thomas Alfred Taylor, who was accused of beating and raping a twelve-year-old girl. A virgin prior to the attack, she spent five days in a coma, several months recovering from her injuries, and years in therapy. Even people who are accused of heinous crimes deserve criminal representation. Hillary’s strategy in defending Taylor, however, was to blame the teenage victim. According to an affidavit filed by Hillary, children who come from “disorganized families such as the complainant” sometimes “exaggerate or romanticize sexual experiences.” Hillary suggested the girl was “emotionally unstable with a tendency to seek out older men and engage in fantasizing.” Here Hillary seems to be echoing what Bernie Sanders wrote in his rape fantasy essay. In this case, however, the girl certainly didn’t dream up the assault and rape. There was physical evidence that showed she had been violated, and she was beaten so badly she was in a coma. Prosecutors had in their possession a bloodied pair of Taylor’s underwear. But fortunately for Hillary and her client, the forensic lab mishandled the way that evidence was preserved. At the time of trial, the state merely had a pair of Taylor’s underwear with a hole cut in it. Hillary plea bargained on behalf of Taylor and got him released without having to do any additional time. A tape unearthed by the Washington Free Beacon has Hillary celebrating the outcome. “Got him off with time served in the county jail,” she says. Did Hillary believe that, in this case, justice was done? Certainly not. On the tape, Hillary admits she never trusted her client. “Course he claimed he didn’t, and all this stuff.” So she decided to verify his story. “I had him take a polygraph, which he passed—which forever destroyed my faith in polygraphs.” Clearly Hillary knows her client is guilty, and this fact doesn’t bother her. The most chilling aspect of Hillary’s voice is her indifference—even bemusement—at getting a man off after he raped a twelve-year-old. The episode is a revealing look into the soul of an enabler. In fact, it reminds me of Alinsky protesting to Frank Nitti about the wasted expense of importing an out-of-town-killer. Hillary, like Alinsky, seems to be a woman without a conscience.9

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How could she interrogate a witness and make them spill secrets, but these ducks cracked her like a nut? She’d better not have a case with kittens.

We were, as best I could tell by the castoff of emergency lights, on an alluvial fan leading into the hacked-up foothills of a gaunt range that loomed above. “We are just off Nevada state highway 95,” Soliano said, “southwest of the town of Beatty. A passing motorist saw ‘something funny’ and notified the Beatty sheriff, who investigated and notified federal responders. I came out here and determined that we wanted a forensic geology consult. We have you on file. I am told you are worth your fee.

But I couldn’t teach them anything

I could do it… I’ve seen every last episode of Forensics Files.” Me, too! But I’ve never considered it a tutorial. The

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Mercy’s information about Abraham’s broken finger.

Isaac had been a hard man with few words for the children. His wife was even more strict, and both believed that God put man on earth to suffer.

Please forgive me.

her eyes clear of the angry rage

Eleri went into the hole the only way should could,

Her list also was only comprised of the kids who were still missing all these years later.

Many divisions of forensics exist, from standard crime scene investigation to forensic archeology and even to forensic accounting.

Donovan could continue his research on just how many really great steaks a person could find in Texas.

Ruth had been publicly convicted, placed in front of a wall and stoned by the citizens of the City of God.

Johnathan’s statement says you shot Joseph first.

She wanted small, discrete.

When lush weather was factored in, it was enough to keep even the brownest thumb alive off the land.

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they ordered and rubbed their chopsticks together

Eleri decided to call Wade and ask how he had handled it. She made a mental note to call between two and four a.m. if possible.

I get the whole ‘monster’ thing, though. For centuries people assumed anything they didn’t understand was either witchcraft or Satan. Of course the prevailing fix for things we didn’t understand was to kill them—often in a painful way.

It’s Harold, he’s dead. I’m sorry Carma. I-” Without

…all I could think was how this scene would play out in the Forensic Files reenactment and it wasn’t good. I hoped at least they cast a fat actress to play me. Representation was important.

In cases where the offence is committed by unknown offender, where the case property is to be recovered or forensic aspects are involved, the police investigation is the prudent option. On the other hand, in cases where the offender is known and evidence is in control and reach of the complainant, filing a Complaint case under Sec. 200 CrPC is a prudent option.

Critically, the French investigative team would also be given whatever support they required in Ireland, including full access to the original garda murder file. This ensured that the French investigators would have access to all witness statements, forensic reports, the crime scene photographs and the post-mortem examination file of State Pathologist Professor John Harbison. If the French police team had not had access to the Irish files, an investigation would be fatally compromised from the outset. This granting of access was unprecedented. It also confirmed, beyond any doubt, that no action would ever be taken by the DPP over the garda case file in Ireland. Any such action would be critically undermined from the very start by the fact that access to the file had been given to someone outside the Irish judicial process–and would open any future prosecution, even one taken on the basis of new evidence, to an immediate legal challenge based on a breach of process. While it was never confirmed, the astonishing level of access granted to Magistrate Gachon and his police team was clearly the result of consultations between Paris and Dublin at the very highest levels. Even allowing for existing European judicial and police cooperation protocols, journalists covering the case–including myself–felt the level of access given to the French was astonishing.

We stopped checking for monsters under the bed when we realized they are inside us.” --author unknown

I knew I was a little jumpy, given how marinated I'd been in matter-of-fact descriptions of brutal crimes over the last year, but all I could think was how this scene would play out in the Forensic Files reenactment and it wasn't good. I hoped at least they cast a fat actress to play me. Representation was important.

who filled Eleri in.

Lobomau. Sorry, it’s a Portuguese term, literally ‘bad wolf.’ That’s what I’ve always heard the gangs referred to as: Lobomau.

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Whack.’ He made a pulling motion as if he had pliers in his hand. Usually, she just let him talk. Jamie found it was better not to say anything unless you needed to. But this time, she did need to. Because Roper was wrong. ‘I don’t think so,’ she said. ‘Look at this.’ Roper screwed up his face and peered down, not leaning in. ‘Looks like ripped out fingernails to me.’ ‘If they were ripped out there’d be less damage here, to the cuticle.’ ‘The skin?’ ‘Yeah, Roper, the skin. See the way it’s split? Pushed back and flattened? Means the nails were lifted off from the tip, not pulled.’ He raised an eyebrow incredulously. ‘Your dad teach you that one?’ She gritted her teeth and let the annoyance welling in her dissipate. Every time she spotted something he didn’t he made a crack like that. She expected it considering who her father was — but it was getting old now. She’d been with the Met nearly ten years, and her father had been dead for fourteen. But she still couldn’t get away from it. Jörgen Johansson was one of the most decorated detectives in Swedish history, with more convictions than any other police officer, and she didn’t know if she’d ever outlive it.  The worst part of all was that he did teach her that. Along with most of the other things she knew about detective work.  Jamie didn’t have a conventional upbringing. It was case files and crime scene photos, not dolls and bicycles. She released Oliver’s fingers, her eyes settling on the ring — scratched and scored — and stood up. ‘We’ll wait for the forensics report.’ ‘Not going to tell us anything we don’t already know. Heroin in the bloodstream, river-water in the lungs.

file to my right is Brian Gant’s. I open the package, remove the thick sheaf of papers, and begin to read them carefully. Gaines was born in 1966. He was first convicted of aggravated rape at the age of nineteen. He served ten years and was paroled in February of 1995, just two months before Brian Gant’s mother-in-law was murdered. I find the section that contains Gaines’s parole records. They show that in February of 1995, he moved in with a woman named Clara Stoots. As I look at Clara Stoots’s address, an alarm bell goes off inside my head. I grab Brian Gant’s file and quickly locate a copy of the original police report of the murder. I’m looking for the mother-in-law’s address. When I find it, I begin to slowly shake my head. “No,” I say out loud. “No.” Clara Stoots’s address in April of 1995 was 136 Old Oak Road, Jonesborough, Tennessee. Shirley LaGuardia, Brian Gant’s mother-in-law, lived at 134 Old Oak Road, Jonesborough, Tennessee. At the time of her murder, Earl Gaines was living right next door. I dig back through Gaines’s file, curious about one thing. At the bottom of the stack are several booking photos of Gaines. I fold my arms on the desk in front of me, drop my head onto them, and start slamming my fist onto the desk in anger and frustration. As little Natalie first told the police—Gaines looked very much like Uncle Brian. Chapter Fifty-Nine Anita White walks unannounced into my office an hour and a half later wearing a smart, navy blue pant suit but looking a bit frazzled. She sits down across the desk from me without saying a word. I’ve called her a couple times since our conversation at the restaurant the morning they arrested Tommy Miller, but she hasn’t answered and hasn’t returned the calls. I wonder whether she’s looking for another apology from me. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you,” I say. “I’ve been out of the country.” “Vacation?” “I took a few personal days, but I worked the entire time I was gone.” “Really? On what?” “It started with the forensic analysis of Judge Green’s computer. Our analyst found out that someone had hacked into the judge’s computer not long before he was killed. He investigated, like all good TBI agents do, and found that the computer the hacker used was located in another country.” “And what country was that?” “Canada.” The look on her face is almost, but not quite, smug. There’s a gleam in her eye that tells me she knows something that I don’t. I can tell she’s dying to spit it out, but first she wants to enjoy her little game. “Canada’s a big country,” I say. “Yes, and Vancouver’s a big city.” The thought germinates in my mind and begins to grow quickly. Vancouver. Canada. Judge Green. Computer hacker. What do they have in common? It dawns on me suddenly, but I’m afraid to be too optimistic. What has she learned? How far has she taken it? “Talk to me,” I say. “When I saw the Vancouver address, I remembered the case against the pedophile that Judge Green threw out on a technicality. So I got online and looked it up. David Dillinger was the witness that the judge held in contempt that day. So I started doing my job. I checked with airlines at the Tri-Cities airport and found out that David Dillinger flew back here three days before Judge Green was murdered.

In attempting to get a handle on the complex phenomenon of serial homicide, experts have come up with various ways of classifying these killers. Crime historian Philip Jenkins, for example, proposes two major categories: the predictable type (criminals with a long history of brutal fantasy and behavior whose progression to serial murder seems unsurprising) versus the respectable type (petty felons with no prior history of violent crime whose sudden turn to serial murder is unexpected). Forensic psychiatrist Park Dietz identifies three major kinds of serial murderers: psychopaths who kill for sadistic sexual pleasure, psychotics who act under the influence of hallucinations, and custodial killers like doctors, nurses, and other caretakers who usually poison or smother their victims.

property at about a four-meter perimeter. Lien-hua must have seen me staring at the location of the yellow tape, because she said, “Aina told me her criminalists already processed the scene, everything inside the tape. Didn’t find anything.” Most law enforcement agencies use the terms “crime scene investigative unit,” or “forensic science technician,” but some places, and especially overseas, the term “criminalist” is more common. Either way, I’m usually amazed not by how much evidence the teams notice but by how much they miss. “Did they check outside the tape?” I asked. “Outside it?” I pointed at the yellow police tape. “Don’t you find it a little too convenient that the crime scene just happens to be exactly the same size as the area encompassed by these telephone poles?” “They were handy.” “Yes, they were. But a crime scene is defined by the evidentiary nature of the crime and the physical characteristics

Embedded in the Microsoft proprietary Rich Text Format (RTF), the file contained the first name of the BTK Killer and the physical location at which the user had last saved the file. This narrowed the investigation to a man named Denis at the local Wichita Christ Lutheran Church. Mr. Stone verified that a man named Denis Rader served as a church officer at the Lutheran Church (Regan, 2006). With this information, police requested a warrant for a DNA sample from the medical records of Denis Rader’s daughter (Shapiro, 2007). The DNA sample confirmed what Mr. Stone already knew—Denis Rader was the BTK Killer.

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