“I had just started my second year as an Oregon state trooper. I was riding with another officer when dispatch came on and said there was a call of a man holding a gun to a woman’s head, so of course we got there as fast as we could.
When we arrived, we found a woman crying and repeating over and over, ‘He shot me. He shot me.’ I bent down to talk to her and said ‘He didn’t shoot you,’ but she wouldn’t listen. I asked if she had any family she could stay with, and she said no. She wouldn’t let us take her anywhere so we asked if she would be okay by herself. She said yes and we left.
At the end of our night shift, we went back to the station and told the dispatchers and other officers about the weird call. An officer looked up her name and went pale. He then hesitantly told us that a young woman by that name had been shot in the head by her husband about six years ago. Police never caught the shooter. We all went grim and tried to forget about what happened. We eventually did…until two years later.