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Silly, silly spam

I keep getting spam from some company that wants to sell me medical equipment. Here is what I told them: I am a writer. Why would I want to buy MRI machines? Let me make a suggestion. Take your head. Put it into one of your MRIs. Look at the results. Do you see a brain? Is it full of holes?

I am busy fielding messages from all of my Nigerian friends who want to tell me how beloved I am. I also have to weed out all of the promises to enlarge my penis, which is quite a trick since they’d have to start with nothing. I don’t have time to read your sales brochures for MRIs and other nonsense. 

Please go away.

Forbes talks about pedophiles and laws

Here’s writer Kiri Blakeley’s take on laws aimed at helping curb the prevalence and reach of pedophiles:

http://blogs.forbes.com/kiriblakeley/2011/07/21/leaving-little-lieby-a-better-legacy/

Project Jason Press Release

North Carolina — July 11, 2011 — Author Carole Moore, whose most recent book is “The Last Place You’d Look: True Stories of Missing Persons and the People Who Search for Them,” wishes to acknowledge the expert assistance provided by Kelly Jolkowski, president of Project Jason. Jolkowski, whose nonprofit organization assists families of missing persons, offered information, resources, and recommended contacts from families of missing persons and from reputable organizations that assist them.

"Kelly Jolkowski and Project Jason played a pivotal role in putting together ‘The Last Place You’d Look,’" said Moore. "Not only did Kelly put me in contact with dozens of families, but she also gave me invaluable guidance in finding organizations and individuals to interview about this important subject."

Jolkowski, too, has a missing family member. Her adult son, Jason, disappeared from driveway of their family home in 2001. The Jolkowski did not know where to turn for assistance with a missing adult and in 2003, decided to create an organization that would help families regardless of the missing loved one was an adult or a child.

For “The Last Place You’d Look,” Moore interviewed the families of dozens of missing persons across the county and around the world.  According to the National Crime Information Center (NCIC), there are about 100,000 active, open and unresolved missing persons cases that sit on the books in the U.S. each day. 

Read more here: #mce_temp_url#

Looking at missing persons statistics

I’ve been slack these past couple of months, very busy with my book. Now I’m starting to get back in gear. I wrote a guest blog post for Laura Laing. Her book, Math for Grownups, is out shortly. Take a look:

http://mathforgrownups.com/2011/06/30/331/

Book now available on Amazon

My book, The Last Place You’d Look: True Stories of Missing Persons and the People Who Search for Them, is now available for delivery on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and other online booksellers. The book will be in stores in May. 

Received positive reviews Kirkus and Booklist, and the book’s being covered this coming Sunday in a story in the Jacksonville Daily News. I’ll link to it when it’s out. 

Here’s the link on Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Last-Place-Youd-Look-Stories/dp/1442203684/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1301600053&sr=1-1

My Valentine’s Day Column

This column ran in the newspaper today. I wrote it years ago when my son was a little guy. It’s my all time favorite:

Sometimes the best gifts come wrapped in nothing at all. That was the case one recent Valentine’s Day when my small son came home from school, opened his sweaty little hand and revealed a small pink sugar heart inscribed with the words, “I Love You.” He tossed me a smile that could melt the Sphinx.

“Whew! I was afraid I’d lose it, Mom, so I’ve held it real tight ever since after lunch. I want you to have it,” he said, prying it carefully from his damp little palm and dropping it onto mine. My eyes misted just a little.

“My friend gave it to me, Mom. She’s a girl, you know” he added, as though that made some kind of a difference. I scrutinized the crumbling, slightly worse-for-wear candy heart. There was definitely something brown around its edges. I surreptitiously tried to scrape off the brown stuff with no success.

“Aren’t you going to eat it Mom?” he quizzed, blue eyes anxiously searching my face.

“Eat it? Yeah sure. Just a minute,” I said, the candy now sticking to my palm like a wad of tape. I wondered what the brown stuff could be. Dirt or maybe a marker, something benign I hoped.

“I was afraid I wouldn’t get it home, Mom. I nearly lost it in the restroom, but lucky for you I found it. It rolled under the sinks,” he smiled with triumph.

“I think I’ll just put it over here for a few minutes, ok?” I asked brightly, peeling the heart from my hand and placing it on the kitchen counter. I made a mental note to spray the spot where I put it with some sort of anti-bacterial cleanser once I’d gotten rid of the candy. But first I had to get rid of the kid and he was sticking to me like a short shadow.

“Why don’t you go play?” I said, giving him a little pat.

“Because I want to be with you, Mom,” he said.

He wants to be with me, I thought. This sweet little boy who will someday grow into a sullen teenager wants to be with me. This child I cradled and rocked to sleep, his fuzzy little head in the crook of my arm, this child of the sweet, soft baby cheeks, with the sunny smile and the unique perspective on life. He’ll be moving on soon, to other things — big boy things. He’ll leave you behind in his rush to grow up. You should savor this moment and that dirty, germ-ridden dented little pink sugar heart. Go ahead, Carole, eat the heart. The kid kept it all day, carried it around especially for you. Eat the heart or break his.

My mind made up, I turned and slowly walked toward the counter where the heart, which was probably crawling with more bacteria than a toilet seat, rested — a small, dirty pink smear on the counter. But I was saved by the bell — my husband walked into the kitchen.

“How was your day, honey?” he asked as he absently reached down, snatched up the heart and popped it into his mouth. He smiled at me as he crunched it in his teeth.

“Well, it’s had its ups and downs, but ever since you walked in the door, it’s been terrific,” I said with sincerity. He sauntered off into the den leaving me alone with my son.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to eat your heart, honey,” I said. “But it was the thought that counted.”

“That’s okay, Mom,” he said. “It didn’t taste very good to me and Ryan when we licked it, so I thought I’d just give it to you.”

And they say there’s no such thing as a guardian angel.

Carole Moore welcomes e-mail at carolemoore_biz@yahoo.com.


Chinese father finds abducted son after three years

For anyone who doubts the value of social networking, here is the story of a father whose son was abducted in China. Peng Gaofeng spent three years searching for the boy, using social media to help him.

It’s a heart-warming tale, and even more important, a lesson in how social media and the Internet can make a positive difference in these kinds of cases.

Read it here:

http://www.npr.org/2011/02/10/133644822/Chinas-Social-Media-Help-To-Rescue-Abducted-Boy

DNA and Child Trafficking

Last week I wrote a story for The Crime Report, a fine online publication of the John Jay Center on Crime, Media and Justice in New York. The story, which you can find here:

#mce_temp_url#

centers around the University of Grenada’s  (Spain) joint initiative with the University of North Texas Center for Human Identification, DNA-Prokids. The nonprofit (and brainchild of Dr. Jose Lorente) has already compiled a successful record of bringing back home abducted children. These youngters are stolen for many reasons: adoptive purposes, to be indentured as servants or sex slaves, impressed as soldiers and even used to harvest their organs for sale.

Please read about the efforts of the fine people at DNA-Prokid and the job they’re doing. 

Florida police find skull in evidence room

Reporter Beth Burger filed this interesting story:

"BRADENTON —It’s a mystery investigators hope to put to rest.

Bradenton Police Department detectives recently found the partial remains of a human skull in an unmarked box with the word “Skull” in caps underlined twice. The box was in the corner of the homicide evidence room at the police department dating back 36 years ago.

There is no police report packaged with the remains.”



Read more: http://www.bradenton.com/2011/01/11/2865970/skull-from-1974-found-in-police.html#ixzz1AlrNGGA1

or: http://tinyurl.com/45erjl6

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