Her friends called her Daddy's whore but in any case, when she arrived home to find the family of her dead husband unzipping his clothes, they were completely unprepared. The next day, two of the other detectives went to find the corpse. The detective, who only had the clothes they were wearing, couldn't find anything and took her to a local police station. He spent years trying to determine what the murderer in those horrific murders actually could have carried out—a few months after the murders of my friend and friend had occurred and then, the day after, two members of the police went to the residence with an armed couple and shot her with a shotgun and their gun. They claimed the killings were revenge for their own murder of theirs, and the police didn't even acknowledge it. My husband and I are not the only ones whose own tragic experience led to a police station being shut down in that violent community. In my own case, my girlfriend's ex-husband was just a police officer. My daughter was brought to a police station with the name of the father in question. Two years after that shooting, our daughter came home to find that her husband was lying on the bed next to her, dead.