Thursday, June 16, 2011

There's a killer on the road

This is at a May 4 memorial for Sara Burke, 19, who was stabbed to death on Warren Avenue the night before. Police have not caught the killer.


This is a picture of a picture of Sara. She was walking down the road, the busiest drag out of downtown Bremerton, at about 9:30 p.m. when she was attacked, a single stab wound to the neck. A friend had called to say she was grounded, and asked Sara if she wanted to come over and hang out.

Even though she was killed not even two months ago, five blocks from where I'm sitting, I never think of the hood as dangerous. It has dangerous people, it has sleaze and zombies -- I read in a local geography textbook that it is one the poorest neighborhoods in the Puget Sound region. Mostly it's deserted, quiet, and the people who live here, bizarre and insane sometimes, are often very kind and helpful.

When a woman is murdered, usually detectives can pay a visit to whoever is sleeping with her, or wants to sleep with her, and they have their killer. And Sara was killed out the back door of her boyfriend's house.

But, according to him, he was inside, with his family, and didn't know there was a commotion outside until he and his step father popped out for a smoke and saw the lights. He hasn't been arrested, nobody has been arrested. His mom said the police cleared him as a suspect.

Sara's boyfriend turned 21 at the memorial, which had drawn hundreds. Red candle wax melted all over the sidewalk, worrying the boyfriend's mom, as she had some troubles with the landlord.

At the stroke of midnight, the boyfriend turned 21. He said he was going to get a drink. His mom asked where.

"Any place that sells fucking liquor," he said.

I wonder if the killer walks around the neighborhood, and I wonder if I've ever passed him while I'm out riding at night.

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