Last Sunday, two people I knew and cared about were murdered.
Their home was robbed, they were shot and killed and then the house was set on fire.
The St. Pete Police did an incredible job of tracking down the animal who did this and by last Thursday had made an arrest.
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This is the piece of shit who killed my friends. |
He'd escaped from a work release program Sunday morning and stole a gun. Then, he went looking for an open front door. He found one on Fourth Avenue North.
I cannot imagine the hell he put those guys through, I just can't. They must have been in absolute terror as a stranger wielded a gun over their heads. That their bodies were recovered in different parts of the house says that they couldn't even comfort each other when they knew their lives were about to end. They went out in the worst way I can imagine and it was all over a couple of household items and a pick up truck. A pick up truck Norris drove off in and torched on Monday in Tampa. That piece of crap snuffed out two lives prematurely and he tried to undo everything those guys did and represented.
They were kind and generous and funny and talented and deeply, deeply loved. They were good men who deserved so much better than this.
This hurts. Bad.
Crime statistics are one thing but when people you know get murdered there's a whole new dimension to them. This hits so close to home I can barely stand it.
The bastard who did this was in a work-release program after having been in prison since 2004. He escaped from a work-release program that holds the record for the most escapes in the state. That number would be 27.
The facility where he lived was an example of the current move to privatized prison systems. I used to work for a program that moved people from prison to regular life and I understand the need to transition convicts better than most. The facility where he lived had a healthy contract with Pinellas County yet they have no procedures in place to alert the police immediately when one of their residents goes missing.
Had they tracked this piece of shit my friends might still be alive.
He was a career criminal who had no business being in a release program to begin with. Thank God he's in custody because if I ever ran into him I'd rip him from limb to limb. I guess that's why we have a justice system.
This whole situation just stinks. I'm as enraged as I am saddened and I just don't know what to do with my emotions. This is tough one.