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Sexual Predators Run Amuck

November 13, 2017 1 comment

Do you feel society’s run amuck in today’s #metoo avalanche?


Honestly you should because it has. But here’s the thing… You need to be listening. You need to be sharing. You need to be fighting back for all the men, women, and children who suffer at the hands of predators.

I predominantly worked sex crimes for six years. I’ve seen the devastation from the front line. I’ve held the hands of men, women, and children who survived. I’ve put the guilty behind bars. I’ve watched the guilty do their time and return to the streets to repeat their offense. I’ve helped take children from mothers who didn’t believe that special man in her life did the abuse. I’ve looked children in the eye and told them I would keep them safe. I failed on two occasions because the cases were never prosecuted. And I’ve cried.

Here’s what you need to know if you’re on the fence about the sexual assault avalanche.


1) It’s normal for someone who’s been sexually abused or assaulted to NOT report.

2) It’s normal for a survivor to be ashamed and feel guilt to the point that they take ALL the blame.

3) It’s normal for a sexual assault victim to wait a year to report. Arizona changed the law on sexual assault collection kits. A man or woman can come in and have the tests done and also refuse to prosecute. This way, when he or she is stronger, the evidence is available. Why did Arizona change this law? Because it’s more normal to delay a report than to file right away!

4) Child molestation is a learned behavior. If your child is acting out sexually, you need to be looking closely at the people in their inner circle and asking your child questions. If something comes from questioning let your child know you love them but stop questioning and contact law enforcement. (Email me at for more info on what to expect if you call police)

5) There is a difference between sexual assault and sexual harassment. Sexual assault is a felony crime. Sexual harassment happens in the work place or walking past a construction crew and includes lude behavior and/or making you feel uncomfortable. It is however NOT against the law or handled by police. Touching you on any part of your body OTHER than breasts (female only), vagina, penis, or anus is considered simple assault and can be prosecuted. Touching your breasts, vagina, penis, or anus is sexual assault and NOT sexual harassment. It IS a felony!

The power of those who stand is amazing.


If you’re not ready to stand, it’s okay. This is something each person must decide for them self. The one’s who stand have your back and are fighting for those without voice. We will not be silenced and the avalanche has only begun.

I wrote this post years ago but if you missed it, it’s worth reading… When They Stand



Short Film and Smiles

November 28, 2016 1 comment

Half portrait of a seductive spy with gun in hand. Studio shot in low key light

I received an email today that brought a smile to my face. You know as a middle-aged, opinionated woman I’m often guilty of wondering what this world is coming to and shaking my head at the younger generation (the older generation has received its fare share lately too). Does this show my age or what? I swore I would never be this way *hangs head and sighs* but I’m guilty.

It was wonderful to see hard working college students taking on a sizable project and going for it. I hope you will take the time to read the email and watch the inspirational video by following the link. You may want to help out these future movers and shakers too.

Hi Suzie,

My name is Bailey and I stumbled upon your books/blog when I was doing research for a script I was helping develop. I was new to this genre and wanted to get more familiar with the general idea so I was perusing the internet when I found your book Bad Luck Cadet. I read it and loved it! It not only gave me a better idea of the world I was entering but it also made me laugh and I truly enjoyed it!

This was several months ago and now the script your book helped me develop is becoming a reality. Me and the writer/director of this story worked hard to develop this story hoping to create it as one of our school projects, but our school rejected it saying we could not make it within their time frame. This was disappointing but we believed in the story and decided to make it anyway. We gathered an amazing team and the film, Calvari, is becoming a reality.

Calvari is a short film that follows Jeff, a city detective, and his wife Jenn as they go on a long awaited night out downtown. Jenn probes Jeff to let her in on what is happening in his work but he is reluctant, worried that she cannot handle the harsh realities of his experiences. As Jeff begins to let Jenn in he realizes his work has spilled into his personal life. A mobster seeking revenge has put a hit on Jeff, and he and his family are now in grave danger.
I wanted to share this with you for a few reasons. One I wanted to personally thank you and show you how your book impacted me and is helping me follow my dreams of telling stories on screen. Two I wanted to share with you a story that you helped impact. Your book helped me get a better idea of the world I was entering and has helped me develop the idea further with my director.

Thanks for taking your time and I hope you enjoy the story just like I enjoyed yours 🙂

Categories: Life In Blue

Writer’s Fact Check: 48 Hour Missing Person Myth

September 14, 2015 1 comment

Months ago, my husband and I were watching a movie when I came unglued over a scene where the police made a woman wait 48 hours before reporting her friend missing. This is total BS and is harmful to the public. My dissing an incorrect police procedure from Hollywood is a common occurrence in my house but I don’t usually jump out of my chair and scream at the television. My poor husband almost had a heart attack.

A few days ago, I was reading a really good romantic thriller and ran across the same situation. I marched downstairs, Nook in hand, and read the passage to my husband. He was working on his fantasy football draft. I must give him credit because he listened patiently to what I had to say. When I finished, he asked, “Didn’t that recently upset you in a movie we watched?”

woman screaming1See, my screaming had a lasting effect and he remembered my outburst even during football draft.

So Authors! Get your facts straight. The 48 hour rule is not just a myth, it’s dangerous to the people who read your books and believe you know what you’re talking about.

As a detective, a woman in my community waited 48 hours to inform the police that her son was missing. I helped dig his burned body from a shallow grave. This is why I scream and stomp my feet. If you write mystery, thrillers, police procedural, the last thing you want to do is spread false information that could possibly do more harm than good.



So let’s take a look at the truth:

  • Police take the totality of circumstances into consideration. It’s not against the law for an adult to take a trip and leave without telling anyone however police will always file a report.
  • Did the missing person pack clothes, toothbrush, wallet or other essential items? What about their vehicle, is it gone too?
  • Was there a family fight? Police can and will place an alert on a vehicle license plate.
  • Is this a common occurrence?
  • Do you live with the missing person and if not have you checked their home? The police will do what’s called a welfare check. I’ve done my share. Many are for the elderly after out of town relatives call. Several have ended in finding a person dead of natural causes.
  • Does the person have special needs; medication, mental or physical disabilities requiring assistance?
  • Why do you feel they are missing and endangered?

It should go without saying that any missing child, 18 years of age and younger, is endangered.

Stop the myth and do your job as an author. Research please. Screaming fits in my living room are extremely bad for my husband’s health and my blood pressure.

What Type of Girl Grows Up to be a Cop?

February 22, 2015 Leave a comment
Suzie 18-months-old

Suzie 18-months-old

As a child I had a fascination with police officers. They represented authority, an awesome uniform, and a courageous presence that I found intriguing. Why do kids grow up wanting to be cops? What will the next generation bring to the badge?

Cowboys and Indians were big when I was a child. I always wanted to be the Indian; wild and fighting back against the big bad cowboys. Yes, I know this is politically incorrect today but in the sixties it was big. I had a small bow and arrow set and fought against metal cap pistols totally out-gunned. I played with the boys because girl games were boring. Add small plastic dinosaurs and Match Box cars when indoors and I could entertain myself for hours on rainy days.


Even my music back then was considered badass for the time. I sang “Sunshine” by Jonathan Edwards loud and proud. “He can’t even run his own life I’ll be damned if he’ll run mine.” Cher’s “Cherokee Nation” was another. “Took away our ways of life. The tomahawk and the bow and knife.” I realize now, by screaming these lyrics at the top of my lungs, I was preparing for defensive tactics. What I was subliminally saying… “No one is taking away my weapons and I’ll fight any cowboy who tries.”

My mother had a lead foot when driving our 1966 Buick Sportwagon. I met quite a few friendly police officers who liked my mom’s smile. She was always respectful and courteous. I honestly don’t remember her getting a ticket. “Slow down ma’am,” and we were back on the road. My mother never passed the buck. “I need to drive slower,” was her usual response when we pulled away. I had blue stars in my eyes because the cop cars were so much cooler than ours.

I was the kind of girl who broke her arm playing football and broke it again roller skating down suicide hill. In high school I became a cheerleader. Not because I actually wanted to cheer the boys on but because they wouldn’t let me play football. Standing so close to the sidelines, I could hear all the grunting, swearing, and yells clearly. It made the short skirts and ponytails almost bearable.

I was the kind of girl who grew up to be a cop.

The Road to 10-Code

January 6, 2015 1 comment

10codeThese past years have been difficult when it came to writing non-fiction police books and blog posts. I spent six of my eight years with the Small Town Police Department as lead detective in Sex Crime and Homicide cases. I can easily look back on those first two years in law enforcement and smile.

After the first two, the reasons to smile faded and many of my cases were heartbreaking and tragic. In the bigger picture, I had a fear that if victims knew I wrote non-fiction police stories about my adventures as an officer, they would stop trusting me.

A victim in one of my cases asked me about my writing one day. I managed to keep my author identity fairly quiet but somehow she heard. I gave her the Bad Luck Blog information so she could visit my blog and see the people and stories I wrote about.

Her wonderful response emphasized the need to keep my detective cases private.

Chief Scott Silverii approached me months ago and asked me to join the 10-Code project—ten fictions stories, written by cops, honoring fallen officers. All proceeds will go to the National Law Enforcement Officer’s Memorial Fund. I was extremely honored to take part in Scott’s incredible endeavor.

Today, 10-Code is available at major online retailers. Below you will find the buy links. If you’ve pre-ordered, I hope you are sinking your teeth into this awesome book. If you didn’t pre-order you need to download your copy now. Please, it’s only $2.99 and all proceeds go to NLEOMF!

My story, The Forever Team, is dedicated to my police academy friend Philip Rodriguez. I miss him and his smile so much. Writing each word brought him up front and center in my thoughts. I try not to be sad but his loss had a profound effect on so many. Once a year, I visit the Officer Down Memorial Page and read the newest comments on Philip’s page. I’ve left several of my own but this time I couldn’t. Philip’s dad had the top post and it needed to stay there.

Here is the poem to Philip from his father.

I only have a picture now,

A frozen piece of time,
To remind me of how it was,
When you were here, and mine.

I see your smiling eyes,
Each morning when I wake,
I talk to you, and place a kiss,
Upon your lovely face.

How much I miss you being here,
I really can not say,
The ache is deep inside my heart,
And never goes away.

I hear it mentioned often,
That time will heal the pain,
But if I’m being honest,
I hope it will remain.

I need to feel you constantly,
To get me through the day,
I loved you so very much,
Why did you go away?

The angels came and took you,
That really wasn’t fair,
They took my one and only Son,
My future life. My heir.

If only they had asked me,
If I would take your place,
I would have done so willingly,
Leaving you this world to grace.

You should have had so many years,
To watch your life unfold,
And in the mist of this,
Watch me, your Mum grow old!

I hope you’re watching from above,
At the daily tasks I do,
And let there be no doubt at all,
I really do love you.

May 5, 2014

Each story in 10-Code is dedicated to an officer who changed our lives and lost their own. Thank you Philip for making mine better.






Categories: 10-Code, Life In Blue

The Christmas When My Faith in Humanity Was Restored

December 23, 2014 Leave a comment

peace on earthTo all my law enforcement family and friends: I’m proud to have served with you. Watch your six, love your family, and have a safe Christmas and New Year!

To friends: Merry Christmas and joyous holidays. Thank you for visiting me.

Christmas Post

Seeing the worst of humanity becomes second nature and the daily expectation when many officers put on their uniform. It wears on you, causes depression, lack of motivation, and discontent in our jobs. When those down and out times come along and I’m not seeing the sunshine through my patrol vehicle windshield, something always happens to lift my spirits.

During one of my Christmas day shifts, I was trying to shake off a fatality car accident caused by a drunk driver. I wondered if this was really the job for me.  I hadn’t slept well the previous three days since the crash and feeling Christmas harmony was far from my mind. Though I enjoyed working the holidays, that particular day I wanted to be home with family to take my mind off the images that wouldn’t go away.

I stopped at the local twenty-four hour convenience store to grab a cup of hot coffee and try to put a buzz in my dragging boot steps. A man dressed in weathered clothes walked up to me and handed a plain black folded wallet over. He said he found it on the ground in the parking lot. I asked for his name and information but he said he didn’t want to give it. He turned and walked away. I thanked him but he never looked back.

I paid for my coffee and headed out to my patrol car. After getting myself situated, I opened the wallet looking for identification. Three very crisp one hundred dollar bills rested inside. The wallet also held an out of town driver’s license, a debit card, and a few business cards. I lay it on the seat beside me and continued my patrol. Approximately thirty minutes later, dispatch notified me there was a man looking for a lost wallet at the convenience store. I couldn’t help my grin as I turned and headed in that direction.

When I pulled up it was easy to identify the man with the missing wallet. His overwhelming dejection was completely evident. I grabbed the wallet and got out of the car. He began speaking before I could say anything.

“I think I left my wallet on the trunk of my car when I filled my gas tank and I know it’s long gone but I had to report it.”

I held up the wallet. “Is this yours, there’s a lot of money inside?”

The look on his face was priceless. “The money’s still there?”

“Yes, as far as I know.”

“I had three one hundred dollar bills for my three grandchildren who I haven’t seen in several years.”

I handed the wallet over, “A man gave it to me about thirty minutes ago. He found it in the parking lot.”

With shaking hands he took the wallet.

“I guess you have your own special Santa this year. Merry Christmas,” I told him.

His glassy eyes spilled over and he kept thanking me while I reminded him I hadn’t found his wallet.

I drove away with a lighter heart and my faith in humanity restored. Really it was such a small thing but it came at just the right time. With all the negative press about police officers, I feel it’s important to remember why we do our jobs. We need to look for those small things that put smiles on our faces and soothe our souls. I don’t think the man who found the wallet was someone else’s Santa, I think he was my guardian angel.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all of our E.M.T.’s, Firefighters, Military, Police, and Readers. May your guardian angels answer your prayers and lift your spirits high this holiday season.

What This Officer is Thankful For On Thanksgiving

November 13, 2014 11 comments


The Thanksgiving Spirit

I love the holidays and always have. During my years on patrol, I worked every Thanksgiving and Christmas. I loved the cheerful smiles when citizens saw me out on holiday patrol. And, I missed these days after my promotion to detective.

I’ve been invited into people’s homes for dinner, handed gifts, and thanked numerous times for my service. If you know anything about me by now, you know lots of hugs happen on these days too. Maybe that’s why they will always hold special memories.

In 2005, my patrol car was fitted with a back cage for the first time. Why you may ask, wouldn’t a patrol car have a cage? Simple really… budget. I always worried someone I arrested would slip their cuffs and assault me from behind. So, in 2004, I was thankful for a cage.

In 2006, we received our first Tasers. Each morning I uniformed up and popped my Taser. This is a test to make sure it works properly. Every police officer loves the orgasmic sound a Taser makes. I was very thankful that year.

In 2007, due to seniority, I moved up to a new Ford Crown Victoria Police Interceptor. This baby could fly. It had all the bells and whistles including a cage and plastic seats in the back. So nice because when arrestees pee, vomit, or worse you can wash it out with a hose. That was a thankful year.

In 2008, I made detective and was transferred into an older unmarked Crown Vic. It went from zero to thirty in about ten minutes. Don’t feel sorry for me though, I was able to store my non-flattering uniforms away and wear comfortable casual clothes. I exchanged my clunky black boots for ones with a pointier toe and also took my hair out of a bun styling it in a bouncy ponytail. Out of everything that year, I was mostly thankful for weekends off and no more shift work.

In 2009, from September through the end of the year, I worked a missing child case that went from one missing boy to three dead at the hands of the same person. As Thanksgiving loomed closer, the FBI joined us and I learned a lot about teamwork. They also shared all their great toys that a small town detective can only drool over. As sad as this case was, it’s one of the highlights of my career in law enforcement. That year I was thankful that my family was in good health and safe.

From 2010 through 2013, police life was not as eventful as 2009 but my list of thanks was never-ending. I gained a new partner who came with a K9. I gained weight though that didn’t make the thankful category, and I gained an appreciation for the small things in life.

This year my list is filled to the brim. At the very top is a special thanks to my family and friends for supporting and believing in me.

Categories: Blue Humor, Life In Blue
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