Grrrrrrrr It happened again, I did up a post and when I hit the publish button it appeared to post but there was nothing there. SOOOO I am going to try again.
I received an email today from the FBI updating me on what transpired when they went to check on Jill. I have copied and pasted it below.
I have sent a thank you email saying how impressed I am with the prompt response of the FBI.
I have to say I am pleasantly surprised by the FBI, truthfully I had not expected much from them, certainly not a same day response and now the follow up email. I am seriously impressed.
Compared to how the local police responded in a similar circumstance 15 years ago with me it’s like night and day. Fifteen years ago I was attending Sprott Shaw Community College full time upgrading my business management skills, I was living with JC in a very remote area of Mission as care takers of a gravel pit. My car had broken down and there were no buses running out that way. I had a choice of classes in the morning from 7-1 or afternoon from 2-7 and had told JC I didn’t care what time I went and that if he could just drop me off I would wait how ever many hours until classes started or after classes until he could pick me up. If he could get me to the bus stop I would ride the bus, anything!
We had been split and he had begged me to come back to him, things had been going really well between us and I was really enjoying school, plus I was getting a sizable cheque every month for living expenses, as long as I had 75% attendance and passed the course I didn’t have to pay the money back. It was a chance of a lifetime and I was enjoying being back in school, it was so much more fun than when I was in school years ago. I was the oldest in the class and top of the class. JC got a job as the caretaker of a gravel pit, which meant free accommodation. I agreed to move with him on one condition; I had to be able to get to school, of course he agreed. But now JC refused to “be my taxi service” so I was not able to attend classes. To not drive me to classes was biting off his nose to spite his face because as soon as I stopped attending classes my funding was cut and I got no money.
We had been fighting about me expecting him to “drop everything and play taxi driver to my whims” and he had gone into a rage and thrown stuff all over the tiny trailer we were in and stormed out. I was trying to clean up and crying at the same time when a cop car with a lone female cop in it pulled into the pit. I cracked the door, embarrassed by how I must look. I thought to myself, she must be thinking “trailer trash”. She said that the school had called, they were very concerned about my safety and wanted the police to chec on me. She said they had a bit of a hard time finding me because there are a few gravel pits in the area.
Some of the teachers had seen me leaving the school with JC and I had been crying. I remembered, that was the day the car broke down and i had to call JC for a ride home. I had forgotten my laptop in the class and one of the professors had followed us out to the truck and handed it to me. He had really looked at my eyes like he was trying to communicate telepathically. I guess they talked about it and decided to call the police.
The cop asked me if I was ok and I had whispered “No” I knew JC was out there some where watching, I looked out past the cop but I couldn’t see him but I could feel his eyes on me. The cop asked if I wanted help to leave and I started to cry and nodded my head yes.
My mind was racing, “If you leave that’s it, you can never go back”, “He is going to kill you if you stay”, “I don’t want to live like this any more” I was prepared to leave right that minute, leave my stuff behind and just go. I was wondering if the cop was going to let me pack anything but she didn’t say anything and just went back to her patrol car. I waited, got my coat and put some makeup in a bag and charge of clothes and next thing I know she is driving away.
I didn’t have a cell phone, lived miles and miles from even a bus stop, if I screamed out there no one heard me, it was the blackest darkest dark I had ever seen, because there was no light any where from street lights or other homes, at night you could not see your hand in front of your face if there wasn’t a full moon.
JC appeared almost immediately wanting to know what she wanted and I told him the school had been concerned and called them to check on me. He asked me what I had told the school to make them think i was in danger. I said nothing, they had seen me leaving in tears that day and were concerned. He asked what I had told the cop and I said I told her I was fine.
A week later a cop car with two male cops in it pulls up, one cop gets out and walks right past JC with a brown manila envelop in his hand, hands me the envelop and walks past JC again, gets in his patrol car and they drive off. Of course JC wants to know what is in the envelop and a fight ensues. That night he threw all my stuff out into the rain, including my tobacco can without the lid on it so I lost it all. As I was trying to retrieve my stuff he threw a glass at me, it hit my head and fell to the ground and broke into a hundred shards. I was in bare feet, tripped trying to get away, fell and got a shard of glass in the top and bottom of my foot. JC slammed the trailer door and refused to let me in.
Then friends of his showed up and he morphed into the concerned, loving husband and gave me a shot of Rye for the pain while he dug the glass out of my foot.
There was a restraining order on him, he could have been arrested either of the times the cops came but they never said anything about it or even asked for his ID. I know I know!! I make no claims that i did everything right, in fact I fully admit I did almost every thing wrong. What was I doing with him when there was a restraining order saying he was to stay away from me. Well, he had convinced me that there had been a mistake, a misunderstanding. you know the drill.
So anyway, after my experiences with the cops I did not hold a lot of hope that the FBI would act on my email. But not only did they act they followed up with me. To say I am impressed is an understatement.
Here is the email i received today. And btw I have not heard from Jill since her comment saying the FBI had been there and she had been beaten …..help me! From what I can tell from my IP tracking app she has not visited the site since.
Please be advised that an OSBI agent was dispatched to conduct a welfare check based upon the information you provided. Contact was made with Jill Constantino. She did not appear to be in immediate danger and was offered an opportunity to leave with the agent, but opted to stay at the home. She was provided information regarding victim’s rights and contact information for victim’s rights hotlines.
Sunne Riedel Day
OSBI Legal Counsel