The Murder of Richard Jacobs Jr

Murder - It's such a mundane word really.

We are entertained by it, fascinated by it. We watch murder mysteries about it. We are curious about the details, fascinated with the characters. Intriged by the who done it syndrome. That is ------------------

Until it happens to you!!!

Until you get that knock on your front door at 3 am in the morning. Until the men in suits are standing on your porch, with a somber face, and a message for you- "Sorry to inform you". Until you find out that it was no accident, no act of fate, no human error, it was an act of evil.

That Puts a Whole Different Spin On It

My husband answered the door, for he wasn't asleep yet and either was I. We were getting ready to call the police, for the restuarant my son worked at, even if he was sent to the beach store, he was still really late. My husband jumped out of bed, elated that he was safe, and he must have accidentally locked him out.

However, instead of my son standing on the porch, it was four men and one woman in dress attire. Greg felt a feeling of doom come over him even before the men spoke. They continued, "Does Richard Jacobs live here?" Greg immediately asked "Where is my son? Is he in trouble?? Where is he? Their response was, "Can we come in?"

Where is my son? Greg continued. Can we come in? they insisted.

"Not until you tell me where my son is".

The Notification - From My Front Porch

Then it came- The words that would change your life forever. "Your son, Richard Jacobs Jr, was shot multiple times tonight and is dead".

Greg stumbled back from the front door, and held the door open. They were from the Delaware State Police, and quickly they aligned themselves on an oriental rug that layed across my living room floor.

It was no oridinary rug. My son had purchased it for me as an early birthday gift earlier in the morning before he left for work.

My Notification

After the officers aligned themselves on my birthday gift, to this day, I could tell you what kind of shoes each of them had on. My husband yelled out to me in the bedroom, "Ricky is Dead".

I screamed "No- No-No" as I came racing out of the bedroom in my pajamas. I asked them, "What happened? Did he have an accident"? They remained silent. I was already breathing hard and tears flowing, but they remained silent. I raised my voice an octave, and said, "What happened"? They all remained silent, so I revved it up to a scream, "Tell me what happened to my son"???? The woman officer which I later found out was a Captain and the ranking officer, meekly said in a low tone, "He was shot."

My Reaction

Shot? I screamed, who would want to shoot Richard? Everyone loved Richard. They all remained silent once again. I was at such a high octave I was barely below a scream at this point. "Who shot my son"? Who took my son's life"?

The Detective on the one end, meekly said in a low monotone voice, "We don't know".

Greg said, "You didn't do your job"!! They remained silent.

I asked, "Was he in a bad area?? There reply was once again low and monotone, "Yes". Where was it? Where did my son die"? - No answer, none at all.

However, the next statement from Richard's mother, should have let them know what the next almost three years would be like.

Rick's mother, "ME", asked them this. -------------------

"Is someone going to pay for this?"

Again there was SILENCE!!

DEADLY SILENCE!!!