Monday, April 23, 2012
MY SURPRISE INTRUDER IN MEAN DALLAS (PART 3)
The next week, after I was surprised by the intruder in south Dallas, the police office
called and told me they wanted me to come downtown to the main police station to
look through their collection of mug shots. My husband took off work
and drove me to the station. The police in charge of my case were very cordial and
brought out several books of photos. I went through them and said, "I will certainly
recognize the man when I see him because it was such a shock to look at a strange
face when I first awoke that morning."
After looking through numerous collections of criminals' photos , I did not see
anyone that resembled the man who walked into my bedroom the week before.
" If you can't see him in these photos, we would like for you to give
the description to the best of your ability to one of our men, who is an artist," said the
policeman in charge.
"Sure," I said. "I will do the best that I can."
The artist started drawing an outline of a head. He said, "Did he have a receding
hairline or was his head full of hair that was combed back or was it real short?"
I told him his hair did recede a little and it was not dark but light brown in color.
I couldn't say what color his eyes were.
The artist asked me about his clothes and I told him his shirt and pants matched in
gray color like a service man would wear. That is, a serviceman who worked on
appliances or for a utilities service.
When the artist finished the "composite picture", as they referred to it, it looked
somewhat the way I remembered seeing him. The policeman in charge of my
investigation said that this would help in finding the intruder and you never know
what kind of crime he could be involved in and they wanted to find him. However,
they said the picture may not look as he looks now because there was always
the possibility that he would grow a beard and let his hair grow longer. In that
case, it would be more difficult to identify him with my description.
As we left the police station, I told my husband that I couldn't believe that
the police spent so much time on my case where something that could have
been bad turned out to be not too significant. It was significant to me, but I
would have thought that the police in a city as big as Dallas wouldn't be as
concerned with my case. My husband said that obviously Dallas was trying
to clean up the crime that the city had been so well known for so many years.
The next month my husband found us a nice two bedroom brick duplex
across town. He said his boss's daughter lived in the neighborhood and it
was clean and better than the neighborhood we first moved to. The duplex
was right off the North Central Expressway and convenient to my husband's work.
We moved in and looked forward to entertaining company for dinners and out
of town guests. There was also a nice sidewalk that circled the neighborhood.
I was able to push Susi in her stroller and walk around the neighborhood.
It was good to feel safe again and not have to worry about the crime that
existed so frequently in the south part of Dallas, Oak Cliff.
One week Faye and Duckett visited us from our hometown of Cuero.
They came to Dallas to an Oldsmobile show and meeting. They brought their
little boy Corey, who was Susi's age to visit us. Corey and Susi had fun playing
in the backyard. When Corey's parents were gone to the meeting, I got a call
from a detective at the Police Station. He asked if I could come downtown
to a lineup.
It so happened that another young woman had a similar experience to mine. When
she described her intruder, his appearance was near that which I described. They
staked out her house which was across town from where I saw the man. But a week
later they saw a man drive down her street real slow and they followed him and picked
him up. They told me that he would be in a lineup with several other men, that afternoon.
"I can't possibly come down there because I'm taking care of two toddler children
and I have nowhere to leave them," I said.
"Don't worry," the detective said, "I will bring another detective with me and we
will pick up you and the kids and drive you to the station."
"In that case," I said, "I guess I can come."
When the detectives picked the children and me up they told me that the detectives
that were staking out the other young woman's house had a sketch that the artist had
drawn from my description, and her description. And the man looked like the sketch.
That's amazing, to think they would still pursue my case and the other case that was
I thought to myself. These guys are really trying to clean up the crime in this city.
CONTINUED ON POST FOUR, NEXT WEEK. Who do I see in the lineup?