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I stood by and kept the peace while people moved out of their houses or came back to retrieve personal belongings with angry
spouses yelling at them. I saw a few folks dump their lover’s or roommate’s possessions out into the front yard, or off an
apartment balcony.

At crime scenes I photographed, diagramed, tested, collected, bagged and sealed latent fingerprints and other evidence that put
people in jail. My favorites were the perfect muddy shoeprint a rooftop burglar left on a full sheet of blank paper on top of a file
cabinet that he stepped on as he came down through the ceiling panels, and the numerous times burglars dropped or left behind
their own ID cards, drivers licenses, or credit cards. Yes, that really happens. Usually our crime scene evidence that needed
professional processing and testing went to the state crime lab via mail but a few of the more serious cases required my personal
delivery there.