Public Safety Experiences
We have distilled experiences from our community on how they interact with their communites and the police inforcement in their area. We hope shedding light on individual stories will help us better understand our city and focus our actions into possitive change.
Davey, where are you? call mom
Wed, Apr. 23, 2008
My 25 year old son and I was best friend we spoke several times daily. He was turning his life around. He was starting a promising new job January 9, 2008. Davey loved everyone, never had a bad word for anyone. If you needed money, he would give you the last penny in his pocket, if you needed a ride or help in the middle of the night, you knew you could call Davey and he would be there.
On Sunday night January 6, I spoke to Davey at 10:30 PM, we talked about everything, and we talked about nothing. He had plans the next day to take care of some errands, buy some cloths for his new job. The last thing he said to me was I love you mom, I'll talk to you in the morning.
Monday January 7, 8:30am I called to make sure he was up and wanted to ask him about getting some work done on his car. He was living with his grandmother since his grandfather had passed away. My mom said Davey left early this morning around 7:30.
I started calling him on his cell phone which went straight to his voice mail (this was unusual) so I let him a message "Davey where are you? Call mom”, (I did this several times) after an hour or so I knew something was wrong, my husband called, "where's Davey?" I don't know I've been trying to get in touch with him. Have him call me ASAP!
I can't get in touch with him. Then my husband said there is a homicide detective that wants to meet me at home about Davey. We both headed home thinking Davey had witnessed a murder and they were trying to find him.
I reached home first to find the detective sitting in front of my house, He approached me as I was heading for the front door. I asked what's wrong. Do you have a son that drives a white Chevy Impala, Yes, Why? He was shot this morning while sitting in his car. Oh my god, what hospital is he in? None, he is dead.....Not sure exactly what happened after that the next weeks are a blur.
It has been almost 4 months since my son was murdered 8:30 AM on a bright sunny Monday morning in a neighborhood where children were waiting for school buses, people were leaving for work, but no one saw anything. How can this be?