In the first part you read about a young man I found as a deputy, dead one evening from a gun shot wound, and 2 young girls who were his friends. What happened next is stranger than the first part, and it involves three young women.
Tom had been buried about three days now, one evening I was asked by one of the young women if I wouldn't mind sitting down with Anna and her mom in 2 days. I had been given permission from my Sergeant and administration to talk with staff who knew Tom, I wasn't a counselor or therapist but I was thrown into an unusual position. I was allowed to console with those who were grieving.
Anna was Tom's girlfriend and when I met her, she was a mess. I had seen pictures and a name on these drawings at his apt, and one of the girls said it was a friend of theirs and his girlfriend. So on this evening Anna's mother shook my hand and introduced herself, thanking me for what I did in regards to the 2 young girls and her daughter. His plans went much farther than I imagined at the time, he wanted all three of the women to join him at his apt, this I verified with each of the girls. Here he would end their lives as well as his, and a father of one of the girls did, as well, thank me for saving the life of his child. This girl later cried in front of me and her father, explaining that she was sorry for thinking I was a "know it all cop" I am grateful these girls will go on and have families of their own, but it was a lesson for all to learn from.
I found out they were all class mates at the University of Utah, and they all shared one thing in common, they were 10 years younger than Tom, almost the same build, body shape, and beautiful. (Eerie) I found out that night that he raped Anna; date rape. Her mother did most of the talking for the first 40 minutes or so, Anna was very quiet and nonresponsive. I was asking the girl questions, but she stared at the ground. It was later in the evening that I found out what he had done to this girl.
Once in a while she would mumble a word or two, but at first she was, as I said, nonresponsive. The girl had come to see me for one reason, and her mother was interested in what I knew. After the rape, the girl moved in with her parents some 6.5 hours south of Salt Lake. Anna had heard that I had seen Tom, meaning he visited me a few nights after his death, and stood at the foot of my bed. I said that I had seen him, and also felt his presence in the facility. I was freaking people out, but I didn't hide anything from people, that's the way it is. Anna rose from her seat and asked to use the restroom, she was feeling sick. I pointed down the hall, and watched her enter the ladies room. This is when I told her mother, "He's waiting for her you know." Her mothers jaw dropped to the floor and asked me, "What did you say" I repeated what I said and she was white as a ghost. By this time Anna was running down the hall, grabbing onto her mothers arm. She was seated in the chair shaking; her mother grabbed her and shook her, the girl was in a trance. Anna looked at her mother and said, "He's here" At that time her mom said, "You have to listen to what this man is telling you, he has something to say". I don't remember the whole conversation, but when I told them that Tom hadn't crossed over, that he would come looking for her, she went silent. Here is where it really got weird.
Anna's mom said the girl had been visited, or so she thought he was bothering her daughter. The night Tom took his life, a door located in their basement flung open and they were hit by a rush of cold air. The door had a pad lock on it, and the lock was never removed, so I was told by the mother. No one in the home removed it, it had been locked since they bought the old home.
When I had a moment to speak with the mother, I explained to her that he would not leave her child alone. I later found out that the girl moved to Washington State, and the mother explained to me that she "had to get away" I never spoke to them after that.
For a good week after that I saw shadows dart in and out of the facility I worked at, then one day it all stopped. Not long after I left the Sheriffs office, I had enough of the laughter and jokes behind my back.