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The psychiatrist was going over his notes on the patient. Darlene
Watson –Drake was born, February 16,1963. Her mother died while she was a young girl. Father never remarried, and started to sexually abuse her by age eight. Her father was a known drug dealer, mostly marijuana, according to subject.
Under hypnosis subject has stated that she killed her father May 30, 1980, before her high school graduation. According to her it occurred, because he had tried to rape her while she was getting ready for commencement exercises. He had gone up to her room, while she was taking a shower and waited for her to come out. When she got out of the bathroom, she was wearing only a towel around her body. And so when her father decided to strike, she was naked. He ripped the towel off of her body and pushed her onto the bed. She was unable to stop him even though she had taken self-defense classes; he was simply much too large for her physically. She endured the ordeal of being forced into sex, and waited until he was though.
When he had finished, she took advantage of his being worn out. She threw him off of her, went down to the kitchen. She removed the butcher knife from the drawer, and started to go back up the stairs. He had gotten off the bed, and was furious at her; he was on the way down the stairs. He was running, mindless of the fact they were steep. She was just as angry; ready to finally make him paying for the abuse he had visited on her since childhood. She was coming around the corner and started to ascend the staircase, full tilt. He saw too late the knife in her hands, and she saw a perfect opportunity, he was going to fast to stop, she took the knife in both hands and plunged it as deep as she could right into the center of his chest. The sound of the breastbone cracking, was explosive, it sounded like a tree limb being struck by lightning.
He was dead before he could take a step, or fall to the floor. He instinctively grabbed at the knife in his chest, but the brain was not able to command the hands too pull it out. The brain ordered adrenaline to be released into the body, in an attempt to get the heart to pump more blood, and bring much needed oxygen to it. But the heart was not able to follow through. It was suffering from extreme trauma. The knife had gone through the breastbone and into cut the aorta completely severing it. The fall down the rest of the stairs had further damaged the heart bringing a swift death.
Darlene had cleaned the blood off of her and got dressed. She called the police and told them they would need to come to the house. That there had been a terrible accident. When the police arrived she told them that her father had attacked her, and in the chase was injured, then he fell down the stairs.
There was not a very lengthy investigation, and in the end the grand jury, along with the DA decided not to pursue charges. According to his subject she went on to college, she was admitted to the Texas University, where she took premed classes, she graduated with a BS in Biology. She went to medical school where she was awarded an MD after graduating from medical school; she specialized to psychiatry, and graduated with a PhD. in 1988
He’d learned over the years of being her counselor that she was involved as an activist against the adult entertainment industry, having blamed them for all of her father’s ills. She was a very overt lesbian in college, and vocal about gays and lesbians rights during the late 70’s and early 80’s.
The first time Dr. Perkins had seen Darlene, was about three years into the marriage, her husband, Charles had admitted to having an affair. The whole thing had lasted all of 3 months tops, he had a new position as a professor, and one of his students, had enticed him, more like encouraged him, he had said. Mrs. Drake was understandably upset. But what had brought her to him was a court ordered anger management class. She had attacked Charles after he admitted to her what had taken place. The police were called she spent a night in jail, and was given a suspended sentence, provided she attend an anger management class. Well after the mandatory time period, she had decided to continue seeing him professionally; she had told him that he had helped her overcome some of her biggest issues with her past. He prescribed drugs as well as sessions, and in time she appeared to stabilize. Her anger appeared to be under control, she said she was beginning to actually enjoy sex as a normal part of her life. She was doing well enough to cut her sessions to once a month, and then once every three months.
She had threatened to divorce him, but he again admitted everything and was repentant. But she was not buying it. Then the last visit she said everything was fine and that she had probably over-reacted. This is when he became concerned. He inquired whether she was taking her full dosage of her medication, and if she were feeling overwhelmed or depressed. She had told him everything was fine, no problems.
Dr Perkins did not believe everything was going as smoothly as Darlene had made it sound. He knew her too well, and knew how she was capable of hiding the fact she was disturbed about something. She had kept the anger, she had aimed at her father for years, before unleashing its terror, and he was afraid it might be the case now, he feared for Mr. Drake’s life. Professionally he was supposed to tell the police if he suspected a patient might commit a crime, but personally, he could not say that she would, he knew that she was angry, but he could not, based on his previous sessions determine that he was truly in danger. Call it a hunch but unfortunately hunches were not evidence.
He knew also that the statistical evidence of female domestic violence was for less than that for male domestic violence. But more females murdered their husbands then vice versa. He knew that she had already committed a violent act in the past, so he finally decided he had to do something. But he did not want to be questioned endlessly about this whole situation. So he decided it would have to be done anonymously, but with enough facts to give his assertions the weight they needed to be heeded by the police.
A manila envelope addressed to Detective Mike Hammond, was laying on the top of his deck when he arrived at the office. It was unopened and it had been printed with block letters. No return address was listed on it. The envelope was stuffed. Mike tore the envelope open and removed the contents. What appeared next was a shock. Xeroxed copies of a book with handwritten notes. Somewhere near 20 pages of them. Mike sat down and started to read them.
He got about 3 pages into the notes when the first mention of a sexual assault of a young girl took place, it was written by a female, by the look of the handwriting, so he assumed the girl in the notes was the same as the one who was writing the notes. He figured that this must be a diary of some sort, but who’s and more importantly why send it to him.
He of course assumed it was linked to the current situation with the murders, but was this person telling the story of a young girl who had been sexually assaulted telling us that they knew who was killing the girls, or that maybe one of the girls had been sexually assaulted? There would have to be a more in depth look at the details of these notes.
Mike showed his captain the dairy, and told him that pages were delivered to his desk without a return address and in a nondescript envelope with large capital block lettering. The captain asked him to dust it for fingerprints, to which Mike replied already on it.
The diary pages were written in a detached manner describing an event that occurred in the past tense to the writer. They described various types of sexual assaults and stages of sexual abuse to a young girl, by her father, this according to the author. The time frame of the pages encapsulated a 3 year span, and during that time the assaults tended to escalate and took on a more graphic nature the author wrote with a fluid sense of what had happened to her.
According to the experts within the department and within the FBI, the girl had started to lose touch with reality fairly soon after the first time she’d been raped by her father. In an attempt to keep her sanity she used the diary to close off her true feelings and split herself mentally, she was showing classic symptoms of Schizophrenia.
There arrived daily another chapter or so of the dairy from this young girl, who grew up within the pages quite quickly, she told of drug use and alcohol abuse and trying to find out what had made her father do the things he had done to her.
The diary never mentioned her name nor the name of her father even once. So the police were still unsure of what this was pointing to, except to a poor child subjected to a sick man. The fingerprint analysis came back with a report of three names matching the prints on the envelope, all of them were mail carriers, after a quick investigation they were left with no real clues, until the final installment, the girl in the diary mentioned how she finally killed her father, and how stupid the police were and how she “Totally got away with it.” there was a date on the page and Mike decided to run down to the archives and get out murder investigations for around that time.
Meanwhile Andrea was still trying to run down where this information was coming from. The postmark was a help, it narrowed down the area to about 3 square miles. But the 3 square miles might as well have been 100 for all the good it did, downtown Houston was a rather large area to comb for clues, and there was no guarantee that the person who mailed it from that area lived or even worked in the downtown area at all. They could only hope that sooner or later the person came forward to announce themselves, then they could find out what useful information they had about the case.
Andrea received a phone call while at her desk, she has been studying the various mailbox locations within the downtown area. So the call was a near welcome distraction.
“Hello” She answered.
“You asked me to call if I got anyone in to sell hair this week that matched a certain description.” The caller stated. “Well I just bought some this morning that might interest you. Would you care to come by and have a look at it?”
“Yes, I’ll be right there, please don’t do anything to the specimen.” Andrea replied quickly.
She called Mike and told him she wanted to check out a potential lead, and said she would be right over to pick him up. They arrived at the wig shop and Andrea asked to see the newly purchased hair, the owner had it in a bag ready for her to check, the hair was the same shade and color as that of Vicki Chandlers. She informed the shop’s owner she would need to take the hair down to the FBI lab for DNA analysis and to determine if it really belonged to the murder victim. So she and mike left with the hair and ran it over to the crime lab.
Mike and Andrea decided to call it an early day, they had only spent ten hours on duty, and the were both exhausted and needed to get away from the office, the last week had been intense, the diary and the investigation, it brought was just another angle that was making this case so dizzy, had been working on this case together for only a couple of weeks, but it started to few like a year, they weren’t appearing to make any headway in solving this anytime soon.
The public reaction to the murders was beginning to become increasingly paranoid. The police were starting to receive an increase in the number of calls from concerned parents and friends, about girls who were supposed to be home hours ago, only to have them call back when the wayward girls would show up.
One such instance a mother called in about her daughter who was supposed to be home by no later than 9 pm she said. She called the police the first time at 9:07 and she called 3 times in the next twenty minutes asking if they had any reports of a 19 year old girl matching her daughter’s description being murdered, her voice filled with panic and paranoia.
The police assured her that they had not received any such reports, and that she should remain calm. They were sure her daughter would be home soon.
The young girl came in at 10 o’clock and explained she had simply lost track of time, and when she saw what time it had become she started straight for home. The poor frazzled mother called the police and asked them to call of the search. They of course said they would, of course they had never started, they were swamped with hundreds of other such calls and the just wasn’t the manpower to investigate them all, especially since they were not missing more than 24 hours.
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