As the ongoing crisis drags on, criminals continue to profit when people are most vulnerable. The pandemic has shown good people trying to contribute, but it has also opened doors for people who prey on others’ misfortunes. In the past, criminal activity accelerated after a natural disaster like Hurricane Katrina in 2005. When people lose everything and are desperate for relief, scam artists flood into town and target unfortunate victims for money. Although the internet is the method most criminals use to steal your money, physical thefts, false phone calls and mail theft are also rising. The following sections describe the ways that criminals are profiting from the pandemic.
The locals of Cannock Chase in Staffordshire, England, know the area for its beauty and its scenic bike trails and hiking trails. However, the English and serious ghost hunters know Cannock Chase for something far more sinister. During the 1960s, an evil monster prowled the area seeking young female victims.
For many of us, history was a boring subject in school. It was replete with a bunch of names, dates, and seemingly bland events that had us fighting off slumber in class. In fact, some of my only memories of history class involve my high school teacher showing up drunk (true story!). However, don't let boring-ass textbooks fool you; History is an absolute madhouse, with freakish details that might put the average horror film to shame.
Station House Security is probably one of the most boring posts one can receive as a cop. It's your job to make sure that unauthorized individuals aren't allowed to walk right up to the desk officer. It's kinda like being a Walmart Greeter, but with a gun and without the shopping cart.
I started smoking cannabis from a young age. I remember the first time like it was yesterday. On an empty train with my friend heading back home. We both stood at the end of the carriage, heads out of the sliding windows, puffing the smoke. We coughed many times, our virgin lungs did not recognise what we were inhaling. It was becoming very popular amongst teens and most of my friends had already tried it. I didn't know it would lead to a long term addiction. We laughed for hours and ended the night throwing up, but what an experience it was. I was a 14 year old teenager with an over protective mother. A single over protective mother. I could hear her words in my head "cannabis will kill you and you will end up brainless". Wise words from an immigrant mother of two. She only brought us to the UK for a better life. Back home in Iran this place is some sort of magical island. Everyone thinks the Queen is walking around the city shaking hands. How deluded are they. In reality things are very different. This place has it's own share of struggles. Almost 70 million people cramped into a small area of land, but a land of opportunity nonetheless. Humans are valued over here. We have rights, and promised an equal chance to make something out of ourselves. In Iran you are just a number. Forced into behaving Islamic, even if you are not enlightened by Islam. From my understanding, the leaders just want us to follow the right path. A path which would lead us to heaven, as they keep preaching to us. A theological regime with the aims of controlling the people in order for them to benefit. The true definition of eternal freedom, god consciousness. Unfortunately that system does not benefit everyone. People end up hating Islam instead, as they feel like they can't think and act for themselves. They feel forced to do certain things in order to come across religious. The females all have to wear headscarf, not something they practice properly. Most times the headscarf is just about covering their hair. The men have to behave morally correct in order to represent the core principles of the clerics. Live as the prophets of Islam may have lived. I took a deep hit of the cannabis joint waiting for death to come for me. "Cannabis will kill you" still ringing in my ears. I felt a pounding sensation in my chest. Sweat was dripping down my forehead. I saw my reflection in the window of a car, I looked pale. Maybe she is right. Maybe I am going to die.
I wrote this within weeks of it happening for two reasons, one I didn't want so much time to go by that I forgot & two it was a form of stress relief.
A private detective is not as independent as any investigator in the government or anywhere in the world. There are probably many opinions for private investigators and many laws to follow. To be a private detective or investigator many different things need to be kept in mind and you should also know what you can and cannot do. Do not panic because this article will show you some things a private detective can and cannot do. Keep reading to get all the information.
It was my second week of field training when I got my first crime scene assigned to me. At roll call, myself and my partner were told to immediately fall out and respond to the housing project on e163 street. There were numerous buildings in the complex, each in the 10-14 story range for height. One of the first things I had noticed when I had the post earlier in the week were the number of people middle aged and younger walking with limps, canes and in wheel chairs. I mentioned my observation to a cop with a little more time on then me, and he suggested it had to do with the large number of shootings in the precinct. It was as good an answer as any, but it didn't make me feel all that much better.