Jean Curtis

My son kept asking me, why doesn't Daddy come home? And I would tell him he can't come home. You know, he can't. He's sleeping with God and the angels in heaven, and he still couldn't understand why he couldn't come home to sleep.

What a cute idea. This is chaos. Let's get messy.

I hope he burns in hell.

Peace of mind. That's it. Peace of mind.

My man.

Good.

There's probably a hundred people that was in on this investigation, and I love each and every one of them.

I'm not his victim anymore. My son is not his victim anymore. I am so grateful. I had to wait this long. It's worth the wait.

Gather your people. We're gonna need every one of them.

Something has happened. And I asked if he was hurt. Is he hurt bad? And they said, no, it's worse than that.

We were high school sweethearts. The first time I saw him, I thought he was beautiful. And I said to myself, I'd like to marry that guy.

He was my first love, and I never got over the first love. I don't think anybody does, really.

This is the plaque that they gave me with his original badge on it. All I have left.

We had had a little argument. And I've always felt bad about that. We didn't get to say goodbye.

They woke me up around 4 in the morning, and they told me that he and his partner had been shot and killed. And I thought, oh, the world, since I went to sleep, the world's gone mad.