Working on the crime story
On Sunday I looked over the Police Blotter in the Richmond Review again to see if any other crimes got my attention. The only crime that looked interesting to me was the Graffiti and Possession of a Controlled Substance one that occurred March 18 at 1:45 a.m. On Tuesday I would find out that the date of the crime was after St. Patrick's Day.
On Monday afternoon I decided to hand out flyers at the corner of 5th and Clement, hoping I would interview someone of my assignment. Unfortunately, the few people I talked to didn't know about the incident.
I realized that restaurants would be closed at 1:45 a.m. so I decided to leave flyers at three bars on Clement Street.
When Tuesday came, I already knew what I had to do: I was going to 850 Bryant to find out more about the incident on 5th Avenue and Clement Street that happened on the morning of March 18.
I had finally understood that this incident took place on the early morning after St. Patrick's Day. Maybe the suspect had too much to drink and lost control of what he was doing.
Sgt. Lyn Tomioka answered the door after I knocked on the door of the Public Affairs office. What a surprise!
When Sgt. Tomioka first answered the door I told her my situation as I looked at her name tag- Sgt. Tomioka.
Surprised, I said, "You're Sgt. Tomioka."
"Yes" she said. "You were expecting someone else?"
"Yes," I said.
Infact, during all my conversations with Sgt. Tomioka I thought I had been talking to a Japanese woman.
She told me the computers were down and that I should leave the info about the case I was investigating. After Tomioka wrote the information down I shook her hand and left.
On Friday afternoon I received a call from Sgt. Tomioka, saying that she hadn't found information about the case. I told her what I knew off the top of my head. A few minutes later I checked over this month's issue of the Richmond Review about the case and called Sgt. Tomioka to tell her the details about the case.
Later I got a voice mail message from Tomioka saying that she had found the police report I was looking for. I'll be receiving It on Monday via fax.
It's funny how when you first start something you only know what is in the newspaper. Though as the due date approaches things turn up, slowly, but surely.
On Monday afternoon I decided to hand out flyers at the corner of 5th and Clement, hoping I would interview someone of my assignment. Unfortunately, the few people I talked to didn't know about the incident.
I realized that restaurants would be closed at 1:45 a.m. so I decided to leave flyers at three bars on Clement Street.
When Tuesday came, I already knew what I had to do: I was going to 850 Bryant to find out more about the incident on 5th Avenue and Clement Street that happened on the morning of March 18.
I had finally understood that this incident took place on the early morning after St. Patrick's Day. Maybe the suspect had too much to drink and lost control of what he was doing.
Sgt. Lyn Tomioka answered the door after I knocked on the door of the Public Affairs office. What a surprise!
When Sgt. Tomioka first answered the door I told her my situation as I looked at her name tag- Sgt. Tomioka.
Surprised, I said, "You're Sgt. Tomioka."
"Yes" she said. "You were expecting someone else?"
"Yes," I said.
Infact, during all my conversations with Sgt. Tomioka I thought I had been talking to a Japanese woman.
She told me the computers were down and that I should leave the info about the case I was investigating. After Tomioka wrote the information down I shook her hand and left.
On Friday afternoon I received a call from Sgt. Tomioka, saying that she hadn't found information about the case. I told her what I knew off the top of my head. A few minutes later I checked over this month's issue of the Richmond Review about the case and called Sgt. Tomioka to tell her the details about the case.
Later I got a voice mail message from Tomioka saying that she had found the police report I was looking for. I'll be receiving It on Monday via fax.
It's funny how when you first start something you only know what is in the newspaper. Though as the due date approaches things turn up, slowly, but surely.
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