Groom Finds Out During S*x That His Fiancée Is A M…
Groom Finds Out During S*x That His Fiancée Is A Man And Shoots Her – But She Survived
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The couple looked happy.
A picnic by the lake, a trip to an amusement park, dinner at a restaurant.
We need to find out who this guy is,” Gamble said to the patrolman, taking notes.
“Presumably, this is our shooter”.
At that moment, loud voices came from the hallway.
A woman’s scream drowned out the officers, “Please let me in.
It’s my sister.
Where is she? What’s wrong with her?” Gamble stepped into the hallway and saw a young woman trying to break into the apartment.
Ma’am, calm down.
I’m Detective Lewan Gamble.
What’s your name? Noxia Gentry.
My neighbors called and said there was a shooting at Chanel’s apartment.
Where is she? Is she alive? Miss Gentry, your sister has just been taken to the hospital.
She’s wounded, but she’s alive.
Let’s go inside and talk.
Nooxia looked like the victim, but she was younger and shorter.
Her eyes were red from crying, and her hands were shaking.
“That’s Dcoan, right? He’s the one who shot her?” she asked as soon as they entered the apartment.
“We can’t say for sure yet.
Do you know a man named Dcoan? Dcoin Towers, Chanel’s fianceé.
I knew this would happen.
I knew it.
She sank onto the sofa, covering her face with her hands.
Why do you say that, Miss Gentry? Were they having problems in their relationship? Noxia looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears and anger.
Problems? No.
Everything was perfect.
Too perfect.
He thought he was dating a normal girl.
But Chanel, she had a secret.
What secret? Gamble felt he was getting closer to the heart of the matter.
Noxia took a deep breath, as if gathering her strength.
Chanel is a transgender woman.
She was born as Shawn.
She had surgery 3 years ago.
I told her she should tell Dcoin right away, but she was afraid of his reaction.
She said that after the wedding, Gamble nodded, beginning to understand the picture.
He made a note in his notebook.
What can you tell me about Decoin Towers? He’s a gamekeeper at Tuna Hills Reserve.
They met about a year ago when Chanel went there with friends for a picnic.
He seemed like a decent guy.
Old-fashioned, you know, the kind who opens doors for women and gives them flowers.
Chanel liked that.
Is he aggressive? Prone to violence? No.
I mean, I don’t know.
He sometimes told stories about hunting and showed photos of dead animals.
Chanel didn’t like it, but she put up with it.
She said it was his job.
Does he have any weapons? Yes, of course.
He’s a gamekeeper.
He has a license for a gun, which he carries at work to protect himself from wild animals.
Gamble made another note.
He needed to put out an APB for towers immediately.
Do you know where he might be now? Noxia shook her head.
I have no idea.
Maybe he went to the reserve.
There are some guardouses there and he sometimes stayed there overnight when he worked the night shift.
At that moment, one of the officers approached Gamble.
Detective, the neighbors want to give a statement.
They say they heard an argument before the shot.
I’ll be right there.
Miss Gentry, stay here.
I’ll need to ask you a few more questions.
Gamble stepped into the hallway where an elderly woman in a dressing gown with curlers in her hair was waiting for him.
Mrs. Watson.
Glattis Watson.
I live in the apartment across the hall.
I couldn’t help but hear what was going on.
Tell me exactly what you heard, Mrs. Watson.
Well, at first it was quiet.
I was watching my show like usual.
Then around 11:00, I heard screaming, a man’s voice, very angry, something like, “You cheated on me.
What is that? What the hell is that?” Then a woman’s voice pleading, “Decoin, please.
I can explain.
Please”.
Then there was a loud crash like something fell and then a gunshot.
Are you sure it was a gunshot? Detective, I grew up in New Orleans.
I know what a gunshot sounds like.
After that, I immediately called 911.
Did you see anyone leaving the apartment after the gunshot? Yes, a man tall, wearing dark clothes.
He literally flew out of the apartment and ran down the stairs.
I didn’t see his face, but it was the same guy who lives with Chanel.
Deco, I think.
Thank you, Mrs. Watson.
Your information is very valuable to us.
The officer will take your statement.
Gamble returned to the apartment.
Rodney was already packing the wine bottle into an evidence bag.
I’ll send this to the lab right away, said the forensic scientist.
If there really was a sleeping pill or something like that.
We’ll know by morning.
Gamble nodded and returned to Noxia, who was nervously rumaging through the things on the coffee table.
Miss Gentry, you said that Chanel wanted to wait until the wedding.
What exactly did she mean? Noxia aside, she told Decoan that she wanted to save herself for the wedding, as in no sex.
He kind of respected her decision, even though he wasn’t happy about it.
They’d been engaged for 3 months.
And the wedding, it was supposed to be in 2 weeks, a small ceremony in the city park.
Chanel was going to tell him the truth the day before the ceremony.
I told her it was crazy, but she was afraid she’d lose him.
Gamble looked around and noticed a phone on the bedside table.
He put on a new pair of gloves and picked up the device.
Does this phone belong to your sister? Noxia nodded.
Yes, it’s Chanel’s phone.
Gamble turned on the screen.
The phone wasn’t locked.
The last messages were from Deco sent earlier that day.
Can’t wait for our special night.
Bought your favorite wine.
Love you, baby.
See you soon.
Gamble scrolled further and found Chanel’s correspondence with a contact labeled Noxia 3.
He’s pushing for intimacy.
Says he can’t wait any longer.
I agreed to tonight.
What should I do? You have to tell him the truth before things go too far.
I can’t.
I love him.
I’ll think of something.
The last message was sent at 6:00 pm Is this your sister’s message? Gamble asked, showing Noxia’s phone.
She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes again.
I warned her.
She thought she could get out of it somehow.
Maybe pretend to be sick or something, but Dcoin was insistent.
He wanted intimacy before the wedding.
And tonight was the night, Gamble said thoughtfully.
And the bottle of wine was his gift.
Noxia suddenly turned pale.
Do you think he put something in the wine to relax her? Possibly.
We’ll check the bottle for foreign substances.
Gamble continued examining the phone.
The gallery was full of selfies of the couple against the backdrop of the Mississippi and restaurants in the park.
In all the photos, they looked happy.
Nothing foreshadowed the tragedy.
In Chanel’s contacts, he found Decoin Tower’s number and wrote it down in his notebook.
Then he put the phone back where he found it.
The text would take it as evidence.
Miss Gentry, can you give us a photo of Dcoin Towers? We need to put him on the lookout.
Noxia took out her phone and showed him a group photo of Dcoin, a tall, muscular man with a crew cut and a serious expression.
That’s him to the left of Chanel.
Gamble took a photo of the image on his phone and sent it to the dispatcher with instructions to immediately put towers on the wanted list as armed and dangerous.
“Detective,” Knoxia said suddenly, “I have to go to the hospital.
Chanel needs me”.
Of course, Gamble replied.
Officer Jenkins will take you there.
But before you go, tell me if Dcoin has any friends or relatives he could turn to for help.
Noxia thought for a moment.
He has a friend, Travan.
They work together at the nature reserve.
They’re very close.
Dcoin called him his brother.
I don’t remember his last name, but they spent all their time together.
Gamble wrote down the name, Travon, gamekeeper at Tuna Hills Nature Reserve.
It was a good lead.
Thank you, Miss Gentry.
The officer will escort you to the hospital.
We’ll keep you updated on the investigation.
As Nooxia left with the officer, Gamble took another careful look around the apartment.
Everything pointed to his initial theory being correct.
Dcoin Towers had invited his fianceé out for a special evening, possibly spiked her wine to get her to agree to intimacy, and when he discovered she was a transgender woman, he shot her with his service weapon and fled.
Now the main task was to find towers before he fled the state or worse tried to finish what he had started.
Lewan Gamble arrived at the Tuna Hills preserve office at exactly 8:00 in the morning.
The small wooden building with a green roof was located on the edge of a forest 30 mi from Baton Rouge.
Several service pickup trucks and SUVs with Louisiana Department of Natural Resources insignia were parked nearby.
Gamble parked nearby and went inside.
The rooms smelled of wood and coffee.
A woman in her mid-40s sat behind the reception desk looking through some papers.
“Good morning, ma’am.
Detective Lewan Gamble, Baton Rouge Police Department,” he said, showing his badge.
“I need to speak with the chief of this station”.
The woman nodded and pointed to a door at the back of the room.
“Randall Bates, he’s already here”.
The station chief was a stocky man with a graying beard and a sharp gaze.
He stood up to shake Gamble’s hand.
How can I help you, detective? I’m investigating an attempted murder.
The suspect is one of your employees, Dcoan Towers.
Bates frowned.
Dcoan, that can’t be.
He’s one of our best officers.
Nevertheless, last night he shot his fiance.
She’s in critical condition at the hospital.
I need information on Towers, how long he’s been with the department, his performance record, access to weapons.
Bates sank heavily into his chair and gestured for Gamble to sit down opposite him.
Dcoin has been with us for about 5 years.
He joined us straight out of college.
He’s responsible, punctual, and knows his job well.
No complaints.
What about his personality? Is he quick-tempered or aggressive? No, quite the opposite.
Calm, eventeered.
Although, Bates paused.
Dcoin is quite conservative in his views.
Old-fashioned, I would say.
Some of the new guys even tease him about it.
Old-fashioned in what way? Well, he believes in traditional values, family, respect for his elders, church on Sundays.
He doesn’t drink or smoke.
As far as I know, he even wanted to wait until marriage before.
Well, you know, Bates coughed awkwardly.
At least that’s what the guy said.
I don’t get involved in my employees personal lives.
Gamble made a note in his notebook.
What about weapons? Like all our gamekeepers, Decoin has a service pistol, a Glock 19, but he rarely carries it, preferring his personal weapon, a Smith and Wesson 38 revolver.
He has a permit.
Does he have the revolver with him? He should.
He always carries it when he’s on duty.
When was the last time you saw Towers? The day before yesterday.
He had yesterday off.
Gamble nodded and asked the main question.
Any idea where he might be hiding? Bates thought for a moment.
There are several gamekeepers huts in the reserve for night duty.
Decoin often stayed in the one on the eastern section, 20 mi from here, deep in the woods.
It’s called Pine Creek.
It has everything you need to live off the grid.
A generator, food supplies, even satellite communications.
I need to get there.
I wouldn’t recommend it without a guide.
The road is rough, especially after yesterday’s rain.
And Dcoin, if he’s there, knows that area like the back of his hand.
Can you recommend someone? Travis Barkley, our senior gamekeeper.
He’s Decoin’s best friend, but he also respects the law.
If you explain the situation, he’ll help you.
Is he there now? He should be.
He’s on his morning rounds and will be back in an hour or so.
Gamble thanked his boss and went outside.
He needed time to organize a capture team.
He called the station and requested backup.
Four officers with equipment for a raid in a wooded area.
While waiting for Trayvon Barkley to return, the detective decided to visit the victim at the hospital.
Chanel Dero had been taken to Baton Rouge General Hospital with a gunshot wound to the chest.
According to the officer on duty, she had undergone emergency surgery and was in intensive care.
40 minutes later, Gamble was at the hospital.
He found Noxia Gentry in the hallway near the intensive care unit.
She looked exhausted, her eyes swollen from crying.
“How is she?” the detective asked.
“The doctors say she’s out of danger”.
The bullet passed within inches of her heart.
Chanel woke up an hour ago.
She’s weak but conscious.
“I need to talk to her”.
Noxy shook her head.
She can barely speak.
The doctors have forbidden us to upset her.
Miss Gentry, this is a case of attempted murder.
Decoin Towers is still at large and armed.
The sooner we find him, the safer everyone will be, including your sister.
After some hesitation, Noxia relented.
They entered the room together.
Chanel lay on a hospital bed, hooked up to several monitors.
Her chest was bandaged, her face pale, her breathing labored.
She turned her head slightly when they entered.
“Chanel, this is Detective Gamble,” Noxia said quietly.
“He’s investigating your case.
Gamble approached the bed cautiously.
Miss Dero, I understand that this is difficult for you, but I need to ask you a few questions.
Are you able to speak? Chanel nodded weakly.
Was that Deecoan Towers? Did he shoot you? Yes.
Her voice was barely audible.
Can you tell me what happened? Chanel closed her eyes as if gathering her strength.
He invited me to dinner.
He said he couldn’t wait any longer for the wedding.
I I was afraid to refuse.
He brought wine.
Did he put something in the wine? I don’t know.
I drank a glass and felt weak.
He took me to the bedroom, started undressing me.
Chanel fell silent, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Noxia squeezed her hand.
When he realized, Chanel struggled to find the words that I was a transgender woman.
He flew into a rage.
He shouted that I had deceived him, that I was a monster.
I tried to explain, but he wouldn’t listen.
He took a gun out of his jacket.
I begged him.
Her voice faltered, and she fell silent.
Gamble waited patiently.
He shot me almost point blank.
Then he ran away.
I thought I was going to die.
All I remember is calling Noxy, then darkness.
Do you know where he might have gone? To Trayvon’s, probably.
Or to the cabin in the woods.
He often said that was his refuge from the world.
Gamble nodded, taking notes.
Tell me about your relationship.
How did you meet? Chanel closed her eyes, remembering a year ago at the nature reserve.
I was there with friends on a picnic.
He was giving a tour.
He was so gallant, so attentive.
He asked for my phone number.
We started dating.
Did you decide right away to hide from him that you were a transgender woman? Chanel shook her head.
I wanted to tell him, but I was afraid of his reaction.
He’s so conservative.
He said he was proud that I was a real woman, not like these modern ones.
I kept putting off the conversation, thinking that if he really loved me, he would accept the truth.
Why did you insist on not being intimate before marriage? It was the only way to hide the truth.
I said I had strict religious beliefs.
He respected that.
At least I thought he did.
Until last night, there was no intimacy between you.
No.
Chanel looked away.
There were other forms of intimacy.
But I always found a way to avoid full disclosure.
Gamble nodded understandingly.
You were going to marry him without telling him the truth? No.
I planned to tell him the day before the wedding.
I hoped that by then his feelings would be strong enough.
Chanel coughed and Noxia brought a glass of water to her lips.
Does he know you survived? Gamble asked.
I don’t know.
He ran out right after the shot.
Is there a chance he’ll come back to finish what he started? Chanel pald even more.
I don’t know, but he was so angry.
I’ve never seen him like that before.
Gamble turned to Knoxia.
I’ll arrange for roundthe-clock security for the room.
No one except medical personnel, and you will be allowed in.
Noxia nodded gratefully.
One more question, Miss Devro.
What can you tell me about Dcoin’s friend, Travon Barkley? Travon, they’re like brothers.
They work together.
They hang out together.
Dcoan tells him everything.
Did he know about your relationship? Yes, of course.
We had dinner together a few times.
He seemed like a nice guy, though a little wary.
Do you think Dcoin might have turned to him for help? Possibly.
Or Trayvon might know where to find him.
Gamble thanked Chanel and wished her a speedy recovery.
Leaving the room, he arranged for security and immediately headed back to the reserve.
Trayvon Barkley was a tall, muscular man with dreadlocks tied back in a ponytail.
His face was wary when Gamble introduced himself and explained the purpose of his visit.
Dcoin, no way.
There must be some mistake.
