Welcome to the second installment of Scourge! If you haven’t read Part One of the case study, please do so. As we will pick up where we left off with the subsequent arrest and interrogation of our suspected pedophile.
Prior to meeting, I jumped through a lot of hoops. He wanted pictures of me sent to him to “prove” I was real. Cool. No problem.
A guy like me can’t be too careful.
Truer words were never spoken. He asked for a photograph of me with my index finger on my nose and my tongue sticking out as verification of life. Tricky guy, huh? Now, obviously, as stated before, my cauliflower ear, beard, and incredibly masculine physique (just give me this one, ok?) does not give off a 14-year-old girl vibe. So, I called in a favor and asked a female Detective to take a picture of herself in this pose and send it to me. Unfortunately, she was at home attempting to enjoy a few adult beverages and is 43 years old. But that only added to the glowing, innocent ambience of the picture after I utilized software to age regress her face into a beaming 14-year-old. Mr. Pedophile had his “proof of life” picture. I immediately received a response.
Man, I really didn’t think you were real. I assumed you worked for the FBI or something lol.
Nope, Not the FBI. I tend to appreciate and uphold the Constitution. BUT, close enough, my child abusing friend.
When do you want to meet?
We decided to meet around 4:00 at a local nature center parking lot for some “car fun” because he had to be home by 5:00. He had important things to do at 5:30… AKA He had to be home in time for his wife to not be suspicious of his whereabouts or the fact he was a morally defunct pedophile. We had previously identified him through social media posts compared to photographs he sent me so I knew who I was looking for. I also knew I was looking for a cute Tesla. I was slightly disappointed I wasn’t going to actually end up inside the car. I’ve heard they’re nice.
Our surveillance units observed the Tesla pull into the parking lot and drive around slowly, seeming to look for something. Spoiler alert, the young girl wasn’t there. He sent me numerous messages asking where I was and I told him I got hung up at school but would be there shortly. In true paranoid pedophile form, he left instead of waiting because any deviation in the original plan causes a panic in a child predator. A traffic stop was initiated on his vehicle and he was taken into custody. We impounded the Tesla and Mr. Pedophile was transported back to my office so I could introduce myself to him as “Samantha”.
I read him his Miranda Rights (because, unfortunately, even pedophiles have rights) and he signed the waiver form, indicating he wanted to speak to me. He admitted to sending the messages via Wickr and to my 14-year-old undercover persona. He went to say he “panicked” when he was pulled over and deleted all the messages from his phone. At this point, he didn’t know I was “Samantha” and already had all of the messages saved neatly and securely on my own phone.
Just for fun, I’ll tell you some of the justifications he gave me. But first, you need to understand how these interviews shake out. I, for one, think anyone who victimizes a child is quite possibly the lowest form of life. Child predators are the antithesis of manhood and masculinity. Where masculinity attempts to protect and provide, pedophiles attempt to victimize, prey, and take. All the while, slowly eroding the child’s mental health to the point where they probably won’t be able to trust anyone ever again. The strong one’s come back after being victimized and are able to live relatively normal lives. The weaker ones are forever traumatized and will never form a strong personal relationship again. But, both groups will have to battle the psychological damage for the rest of their existence. For that, every pedophile should be locked in a room with the father, or another capable male volunteer, for approximately 10-15 minutes. I’m not suggesting anything should potentially happen inside that room, however. Don’t put words in my mouth.
Now that you know how I truly feel about these guys, you should know I try to become their best friend. Their only lifeline. The one person who believes they aren’t some kind of monster. Just a poor, sad man who is a victim himself. A victim of his urges, compulsions, and circumstances beyond his control. After all, pedophilia should just be another “sexual orientation” like homosexuality, right? Right, guys? Right!? If you watched my interviews, you’d think I was a misogynistic prick who blames the victim for their “ordeal.” But it’s all part of the game. Understand, that by making them believe I think they’re “good guys” who simply made a “silly mistake” with a girl who “clearly put herself out there for sex” they become comfortable enough to acknowledge their behavior and I’ve got a pretty good batting average for confessions. And they also tend to discuss more of the subculture with me, which allows me to delve deeper into understanding the psychology behind these offenders.
“If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.” – Sun Tzu, Art of War
When they say, “What was I thinking!?”, I say, “We all make the mistake of thinking with our dicks sometimes, brother.”
When they say, “She talked me into it!”, I say, “I know! I read the messages and, Good Lord, 14-year-old girls these days look like they’re 21!”
Before too long, they’re admitting the full scope of their actions because they truly believe it’s not a big deal and the Detective sitting across from them, whose sole purpose in life is to put pedophiles in prison, probably won’t care too much. Throughout this case study, and the ones that follow, you’ll get a much better idea about the role of suspect interviews in these investigations and why it’s so vital I develop rapport with some of the most despicable human beings on the planet. And you’ll also understand why cops can legally lie to suspects during interviews. It’s not because we’re naturally dishonest (well, not all of us). It’s an interview tactic designed to pull out information.
Now, back to Mr. Nature Center’s excuses. After literally punching himself in the head numerous times while crying and repeating “Stupid, stupid, stupid” he admitted everything to me. However, he advised he had no “intent” to actually meet with “Samantha”. I asked the obvious question, which was, why show up at the nature center if you didn’t intend to meet her?
His response? He was “chasing the thrill” of getting close but not “following through.” Mr. Nature Center asked me to believe he was simply showing up at the preplanned location to get a little kick of adrenaline. Then he was just going to drive his Tesla home to eat dinner with his wife, satisfied at the day’s events. He went on to state he didn’t have any expectations of receiving the “nudes” he asked for either. He was simply trying to engage in “playful banter.” He then proceeded to punch himself in the head again. I let him… Because it saved me from having to do it.
I’ll never understand this type of behavior but it’s not the first time a pedophile has hit or hurt themselves in my presence while making self-deprecating statements. Maybe they’re attempting to elicit sympathy or show how sorry they are? I don’t know. They lose the self-harm behavior real quick when they learn it earns them a special padded cell and smock at the jail that prevents them from committing suicide. It’s called a “pickle suit” by the inmates because it’s green and advertises the fact that you’re suicidal to all the other inmates. You find out real quick who is actually exhibiting self-harm behaviors and who simply wants the sympathy.
On a side note, his wife called my office and told me the Tesla had TOLD HER it was impounded and gave her it’s location! She wanted to know where her husband was and why the car was impounded. Apparently, it has the ability to send certain messages to registered owners via the Tesla App if it’s in an unfamiliar location for an extended period of time. It decided it had been parked in the parking lot of a tow company long enough, I guess. Needless to say, I was not prepared to have this conversation with her but Tesla forced my hand. Thanks, Elon. Smart cars are wild, man.
Also, holler at me Elon. I need your cars to start identifying a pedophile using facial recognition or something, bro. If you get into a Tesla and you have a molestache (yes, that’s a real thing and a lot of these guys have it), you’re in your mid-thirties, and look like you kinda take care of yourself but also probably haven’t showered in a few days, I need a notification sent to the local Crimes against Children Detective. That would be cool. And I’ll only expect a small royalty from Tesla as the cars sell.
This ends Part Two of Scourge! Next week we’ll discuss what was located on the suspect’s phone and why the criminal justice system sucks and protects pedophiles.
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