A lot of my friends on here and some in real life, have been battered wives. I was one too.
I am one of the lucky ones. I don't know Investigator W. L. Jones, but he might have saved my life on November 1, 1989, when he shot Lee in the chest and killed him. I know Lee had been hunting me for at nearly two years. I was afraid to go anywhere alone.
Anyone who knows me, can't believe that I was that scared, but, somehow, someway, a simple twist of fate, something happened that freed me and strengthened me for all time.
Here's to the Atlanta Police Department's Red Dog Squad. Thanks for my life.
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