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voice.
After a beat of silence, Moran said, “No. It’s best that you come down here.”
Donna was baffled. The last thing she wanted was to be seen by her attacker walking into the WPD—and Moran knew this. If she believed Jeff was her attacker, Donna had to think he was now following her and Maria, watching their every move. Maybe he was planning at that very moment to assault Maria. Even if Jeff wasn’t her attacker, Donna was still certain that whoever the perpetrator was, he was keeping an eye on her, making sure she did not go to the police. Donna had explained her extreme nervousness to Moran on more than one occasion.
Nonetheless, Moran convinced Donna to come down to the WPD the next morning. He didn’t seem interested at all in what Maria had to say, but did not discourage Donna from bringing her sister along.
At ten o’clock in the morning the following day, October 15, Donna and Maria arrived at the WPD. Donna still hadn’t told John about Jeff or that she and Maria were heading to the WPD to talk to Moran. She saw no reason to alarm John, who she feared would track down Jeff and maybe choose violence over letting the police handle the situation.
This was not the first time that Donna and the WPD had worked together to catch a suspect. In mid-1992 the WPD had investigated a man who had been caught calling Donna’s house and saying sexually explicit things to her over the phone. He later told police he had found Donna’s phone number written in pen on the back of a porn magazine. Subsequently, he would phone the house and ask Donna what she was wearing. She would hang up before he had a chance to describe any sexually explicit acts. It disgusted Donna. She was terrified every time the phone rang. The WPD became involved, put a trace on her phone, and nabbed the guy. He was a security guard at a company across the street from Donna’s office. The WPD had looked at the man during the previous month as a possible rape suspect, although Donna had not been given the details of how or why they had excluded him.
Now this visit, which Donna believed to be a pivotal moment in the investigation, with Lieutenant Moran, the man in charge of her case, would ultimately change Donna’s life and the entire course of the investigation.
Moran came out of his office and said hello to Donna and Maria, who had come, as Donna understood it, to allow Maria to give a statement about what had happened with Jeff Martinez. They felt this could be the break in the case everyone had been waiting for. A bona fide suspect had literally walked into Maria’s apartment.
“I’d like to speak with you privately, Donna,” Moran said. He was uninterested, Donna felt as she stood and faced him, in what Maria had to say.
I wanted Maria to relay to the WPD exactly what had happened with Jeff. That was the reason why we showed up. Moran was such a cold guy that it was hard to read him. I didn’t know what to think as he stated that he only wanted to speak with me. I had purposely not told John or my father about any of this because there were times when my father would just drive around looking for my attacker . . . as if he could ever locate him. John and my dad would have gone crazy. I had no idea this meeting was going to transform this case into something I could have never imagined possible—the time I needed John by my side, I didn’t have him. And maybe Moran picked up on that, I don’t know.
I walked into the elevator with Lieutenant Moran, and I felt so uncomfortable. He seemed agitated; I tried to make small talk with him to no avail.
As they approached the door leading to what was one of the WPD’s interrogation rooms, Moran hesitated. They stopped. Moran turned to Donna and said, “When I investigate something, I just want you to know, I stop at nothing .”
“That’s great! I’m really glad,” Donna replied. “I really want you to get to the bottom of this.”
Moran had Donna sit directly opposite and in
After a beat of silence, Moran said, “No. It’s best that you come down here.”
Donna was baffled. The last thing she wanted was to be seen by her attacker walking into the WPD—and Moran knew this. If she believed Jeff was her attacker, Donna had to think he was now following her and Maria, watching their every move. Maybe he was planning at that very moment to assault Maria. Even if Jeff wasn’t her attacker, Donna was still certain that whoever the perpetrator was, he was keeping an eye on her, making sure she did not go to the police. Donna had explained her extreme nervousness to Moran on more than one occasion.
Nonetheless, Moran convinced Donna to come down to the WPD the next morning. He didn’t seem interested at all in what Maria had to say, but did not discourage Donna from bringing her sister along.
At ten o’clock in the morning the following day, October 15, Donna and Maria arrived at the WPD. Donna still hadn’t told John about Jeff or that she and Maria were heading to the WPD to talk to Moran. She saw no reason to alarm John, who she feared would track down Jeff and maybe choose violence over letting the police handle the situation.
This was not the first time that Donna and the WPD had worked together to catch a suspect. In mid-1992 the WPD had investigated a man who had been caught calling Donna’s house and saying sexually explicit things to her over the phone. He later told police he had found Donna’s phone number written in pen on the back of a porn magazine. Subsequently, he would phone the house and ask Donna what she was wearing. She would hang up before he had a chance to describe any sexually explicit acts. It disgusted Donna. She was terrified every time the phone rang. The WPD became involved, put a trace on her phone, and nabbed the guy. He was a security guard at a company across the street from Donna’s office. The WPD had looked at the man during the previous month as a possible rape suspect, although Donna had not been given the details of how or why they had excluded him.
Now this visit, which Donna believed to be a pivotal moment in the investigation, with Lieutenant Moran, the man in charge of her case, would ultimately change Donna’s life and the entire course of the investigation.
Moran came out of his office and said hello to Donna and Maria, who had come, as Donna understood it, to allow Maria to give a statement about what had happened with Jeff Martinez. They felt this could be the break in the case everyone had been waiting for. A bona fide suspect had literally walked into Maria’s apartment.
“I’d like to speak with you privately, Donna,” Moran said. He was uninterested, Donna felt as she stood and faced him, in what Maria had to say.
I wanted Maria to relay to the WPD exactly what had happened with Jeff. That was the reason why we showed up. Moran was such a cold guy that it was hard to read him. I didn’t know what to think as he stated that he only wanted to speak with me. I had purposely not told John or my father about any of this because there were times when my father would just drive around looking for my attacker . . . as if he could ever locate him. John and my dad would have gone crazy. I had no idea this meeting was going to transform this case into something I could have never imagined possible—the time I needed John by my side, I didn’t have him. And maybe Moran picked up on that, I don’t know.
I walked into the elevator with Lieutenant Moran, and I felt so uncomfortable. He seemed agitated; I tried to make small talk with him to no avail.
As they approached the door leading to what was one of the WPD’s interrogation rooms, Moran hesitated. They stopped. Moran turned to Donna and said, “When I investigate something, I just want you to know, I stop at nothing .”
“That’s great! I’m really glad,” Donna replied. “I really want you to get to the bottom of this.”
Moran had Donna sit directly opposite and in
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