Crime Scene Cleanup Stories by Eddie Evans

Crime scene cleanup stories found here include homicide stories, suicide cleanup stories, unattended death stories, and others. All have something to say about biohazard cleanup. All have fact and fiction as part of their story. If there's any story here without a ton of fact, then I must have had too much chocolate ice cream.

Our Orange County consumer fraud pages will one day have a crime scene cleanup story of their own. Their our Orange County Sheriff-Coroner and County Administrator's dirt bags shall reveal their part in shilling for corrupt crime scene cleanup companies. Then, next, truth shall follow in more concise terms at my Orange County fraud pages. Crime scene cleanup must sooner-or-later reach these fascist, government employees. Tell me, tell me God, when will our county's honest employees break their silence and free us all from criminal county employees? (see The Oath)

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A Man from Texas

I met a man from Texas recently, He claimed to own a large Texas crime scene cleanup company. He bragged about his many referrals from county and city employees. Bragged. Now, I'm not much for passing judgement, since in my time I've done more than enough to sweep unter the carpet, but somehow there's more to crime and trauma scene decontamination than making money off of work from civil servants. At least, my daddy would have wondered what went wrong with this man's upbringing; "Where had this man's parents steared him wrong?" my daddy would have growled. Then again, daddy always was a little narrow about business dealings. He would have had a real hoot out of these Wall Street bandits our great presidents' Bush and Obama catered to. I know that's what my daddy would grind out in his own bellicose way. He had little use braggarts, 'cept his own brag. Anyway, he would'a seen more similarities between civil servants passing on honest work for their own reward as kin to Wall Street passing off derivatives as "insured, triple A valued investments."

I know for a fact that Texans have a strong dislike for small-minded, city and county swindlers sucking the blood from tax payers. Just imagine what Texan's might say to conning families; not just "families," but families already hurt by violent crimes and suicide, not to forget unattended deaths. Then, any home of George Bush might not notice their own civil servents' ethical standing, considering that Texans elected George Bush as their governor, then compounded this ill advised voting pattern by sending him to our White House. Iranians, turns out, love Texans for winning the Iraq war for them.

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Not to go off on a bird-walk like one of those Texas game birds, but there's more than enough crime scene blood and death, suicide cleanup help needed in both Iraq and Afghanistan these days. It's got nothing to do with Texans, directly or such. I mean, how'd they gonn'a know those new-conservatives had Saddam Hussein in their sights (Sarah Palin-like) while they was playing footsie with Ghadafi. It's a toss-up for which of these two passes muster as a monster-man in human drag. How'd Texans gonn'a know what's up or down when their Governor-President hates the one and winks at the other?

There's not much more to be said about crime scene cleanup in California, 'cause this one state gets away with more than we might imagine, considering its got two giant sea ports just outside of Los Angeles. I need to remind myself to bring up Los Angeles crime scene cleanup while I'm so close in thought, too. Anyway, these ports have so much traffic coming and going, no one can keep track of all the stuff coming and going into California's many counties and cities, all victims of coroner and county administrator fruad, judging by what I've heard from those folks no longer in the California crime scene cleanup business. It seems it's easier to front a crime scene cleanup business these days then to actually go out and start one. I mean, why start a business when your buddies give you the work? It's like, Orange County Coroner Fraud sucks.

We must not dispear. A story about an Austin crime scene cleanup will adorn these pages before long.

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Something Smells in California

Something smells in California, I know. and it's more than crime scene cleaners, blood, death, suicide fluid's odor. Check out one of those crime scene cleanup directory web sites, see for yourself. How many honest companies do you think make it into them, those honest directories, I mean. So in California, like Texas crime scene cleanup, crime scene cleaners work for a boss with a foot in a tax payer supported activity. Ironic, isn't it? Paying taxes to the same folks sending work your way, ah, your boss's way. Crime scene cleaners might unite one day if they ever figure out the truth, sort'a like those Arab folks have done after years of dictatorship. So, crime scene cleaners unite. You have nothing to lose but your stink! Now visit your crime scene cleanup directory and start your own business without government welfare for crime scene cleanup bosses.

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So much to write, and a guy's gonn'a go on rambling about our fair states and how no amount of crime scene cleanup advertising with or without great crime scene cleanup articles. will clean the gross filth from this janitorial niche. How's anyone gonn'a know, ever, if any of this crime scene cleanup article stuff amounts to a hill of beans? Does it matter? To whom?

I once started writing stories on my
crime scene cleanup blog. Somehow, that venue failed to keep my interest. Writing every day or whatever seems like a tough task. How's a guy gonn'a write about crime scene cleanup, blood cleanup, suicide cleanup, and death cleanup help 

It's better to give into the fiction monster and mix it up with fact giant. /A fact giant has no mass. It works like an idea with many words. What makes it different from its words is that it has a history of acts bringing forth, into our realm of facts. Fact, those objects, those acts, those ideas with matterial causation qualities exist among these pages.

Now, there are facts known to my crime scene cleanup school, not known by others. This seems like a natural course of events. Every school has its own facts because it has a unique history. What else might we say about any one school than it has facts of its own?

My school's facts unveil corruption in our local government departments. In particular, I'm talking about those county departments directed to account for homicides, suicides, and unattended deaths. Human decomposition cleanup also comes under these "death administration departments," as I call them. They account for other matters besides deaths. Property of the dead. Finding family members, paying bills for a decedent out of his or her's estate funds. Of course, there's a probate court involved in many of these matters.

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Criminology

We might look to scientific premises of modern criminology for incriminating clues. Hadly would. Hadly would also look to sympathetic magic for clues. Smpathetic bonds between a person and everything that has been a part of our bodies or closly connect might carry their own type of clues, clues without material referents.

Once upon a time in a northern European country, a thirteen-year-old girl came to rest near woods dominated by ancient oak trees. Here she met her death as a murderous fiend raped and then dismembered her body. A day passed before police located her body, thanks to the help of a wonderous police-dog.

Before long stories directed police investigators to two men, an older man familiar to most people from our victim's village. A younger man, known as a recent arrivial to those in our village, also came to police investigator's attention. Both men were closely scrutinized. Because police knew of their victim's presence among oak trees, they looked for evidence of oak leaves on these two men and in their homes.

A medical doctor examined both men very closely. Before long a small piece of oak lief found under the younger man's foreskin pointed to a needed cluse. As if by magical condemnation from trees and forests, from nature, this suspect could not help but confess to his crime. This sympathetic magic came long before DNA arrived on the scene. What we at crime scene cleanup certification know is that superior crime scene cleanup training benefits all, except perpatrators. As stories go, this trauma cleanup story tells so much more than we expect in our death cleanup stories today.

Superior cleaning reveals what went before the homicide, before the suicide, or before the decomposition following an unattended death. A cleaner soon learns it's more than biohazard cleanup. It's cleaning up after a decedent's life-style.

Unknown smudges on walls, doors, bathroom fixtures came to rest long before the deadly deed. We know this from cleaning experience. We find litter under beds that have no relationship to the deed. Dust up high, "high dust," reveals a similar laxity to cleaning as "low dust." We don't find pre-existing biohazards. We do find infectious waste at times. These findings, reare, show something amiss in our decedent's life. Perhaps drugs or alcohol lead to their death, or somehow played a role in leading their death.

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An Arizona Crime Scene Cleanup Story

Hannibal Barns strode into the Gully Womper contorting his shoulders forward, right then left, to make a statement: Hannibal Barns had a purpose and Hannibal Barns had the stuff to make it happen. Hannibal Barns went on a killing mission. His sawed-off shotgun pointed first to the aged Micky Klien standing behind the oak wood bar, dim, neon lights from outlining his form. Without a glance, left or right, Hannibal Barns pulled the Arcata shotgun's trigger. In an instant XXX lead pellets travered the distance between Hannibal Barns and the oak bar in less than a second. Micky Klien ducked, but too late. It didn't matter, though, because Hannibal Barns's swaggering gait pointed the shotgun's barrel toward the floor; its blast struck the right-angle between the floor and oak bar.

Without a thought or or word, Micky Klien rearched Gully Womper's back exit and headed south into the Sonora desert. By now he realized his years of smoking and drinking while tending bar might cost him his life. Short of breath, hearth pound so hard he could feel pulsating, increasing rhythm in his ears. He heard a muffled shotgun blast from within the Gully Womper, signifying that Hannibal Barns's wrath would seek other victims before this event played out.

Before this night was out, I'd have a Sonora dessert crime scene cleanup with four dead from multiple shotgun wounds. A fifth victim included Hannibal Barns, killed at the hands of one James Adams, Arizona State Trooper, due to retire in three days. It's a rare day when I meet survivors of a multiple homicide cleanup. Indeed, today turned out as one of my rarest homicide cleanup jobs. For one, I met James Adams upon arriving at this horrific crime scene cleanup job.

He met me just outside Gully Womp's broken wood door, its top hinge precariously attached by one screw to its door frame. He asked my name, wanted to know my business, and what I expected to do. I explained that I received this crime scene cleanup call while I passed through Phoenix on my way to
Casa Grade for a decomposition cleanup. So I changed directions and headed for Sonora. I drove all night to reach it before sunrise.

"Now that I'm here, I don't think it was such a good idea, judging by what I smell." I said.

Officer Adams stood about six inches higher than I, and I could see by his red eyes he too had been awake far too long; his job included securing this scene then leaving after proper relief, which he had. But this incident came personal; two of the three victims were personal friends, and he remained out of respect to them.

"I've lost a lot to this shooting, and I plan to stay around until you get this place cleaned up. I knew the owner, she's my ex-wife and a victim." His eye lids closed for a moment, he swayed forward as if a cypress tree blown about by a strong wind.

"He's had enough this day," I thought to myself.

"You'll find me on the building's west side, sleeping in my cruiser."

Over sixty years experience told me that I'd just met an extraordinary man and one dedicated cop. "This cop's been around and he reflects the best in law enforcement." I liked this guy right off and knew I'd go the distance cleaning in one hell-bent, marathone trauma cleanup, come hell-or-high-water. I set about my business.

Adams walked off toward the building's shadows. Temeratures passed eighty degrees before 9:00 a.m. Today's heat would add to my exhaustion. I could see no rest in site. Usually I'd claim a short break for myself by insisting on an ozone treatment to begin disinfecting the death cleanup. Not this time. Officer Adams wanted this job done pronto; the front door would not abide a tight seal, and my luck had run out.

My crime scene cleanup training would find its test here as seldom before. Gully Womp suffered a massive blood tsuami. My job, restoration.