Hello, Benjamin from Brother’s Campfire here.
When I was somewhere in the ballpark of 18 years old, I applied for a job with C&D Security, also known as Cheap and Dirty to just about everyone.
I not only had to study, take a class and pay a fee for a security license to work there, but prove I had a car that I actually owned.
While I had a bit saved, That was quite a bit for an unlearned youngster from “The Tracks,” also known as “B. Street.”
I made it happen in a broken down 1970 Beetle “auto stick.”
I was assigned to Memorial Hospital in Colorado Springs where I worked as what is known as outhouse security.
What this meant is that the hospital itself had security and the would subcontract some of the work out to wet behind the ears youngsters such as myself. This meant that nearly everyone that was in house security could treat me however they pleased.
Fortunately, I was well liked by the in house security because I could iron my clothing,tuck my shirt in, shave, and show up for work on a regular basis.
The graveyard shift was 11AM to 7 AM and I had the unique ability to stay vigilant most of the time. I will not lie and say I had a perfect track record, but I was pretty alert.
All was smooth sailing until David came around. Yes, that is his real name; no punches pulled here and with reason.
I felt like David had it in for me some days. When I would volunteer for a 16 hour day, the man would schedule it all in a patrol truck.
Other days he would have me write down all the license plates in the parking lot which created a lot of tense conversations with the patients and family.
Every lunch time, Dave would call on me to do something in between. He frequently called me to his office and had me complete the worst tasks like check toe tags on the deceased.
Dave singled me out on a regular basis and had me on perpetual rounds even though others perpetually watched movies in empty hospital beds and he knew it.
Let’s be real, I despised Dave. He would even leave his lunch in my patrol truck and deliver it to him when he was ready.
Time progressed, and I found that everyone hated Dave, but I found my self feeling just the opposite. In six months, I knew just about everyone that worked in the hospital, every area, and all job assignments. When high profile patients came in, I was assigned to watch the door. Dave was a mentor, and little did I know I would become a Correctional Professional down the road. All the discipline he taught me would come in handy, but that is another story.
But why did everyone else despise Dave? He ignored them for the most part and did his own thing. No one would tell me because I was “Dave’s boy,” whatever that meant.
Dave went on to other work or another shift. I can’t remember. The point is, I never saw Dave again after a while. Over time, people started talking about Dave.
He was apparently a suspect in a murder that occured in the Hospital in 1999 and everyone knew it was him. The timelines matched, he had asked her out and she refused. According to staff, Dave worked the day of the murder and had access to the restricted area where her body lay.
That is why no one liked Dave. He was a killer and everyone was afraid of him. That is likely why I kept his lunch in my patrol truck as well. Someone may have tried to spit in it or something and he trusted me.
I had a lot of questions as I had spent a lot of time with this guy and he taught me about a security mindset. I was kind of on his side, that is until I found out he refused to take a DNA test and was uncooperative with the police investigation.
One might wonder how I might discover this, being a contract security and all. Well, ole Dave had taught me to listen to everything whether I was being spoken to or not. While working in the emergency room, the local police said it right in front of me to an inhouse security member.
That sealed the deal for me. Dave was the killer. Guilty as sin. It was only a matter of time.
I moved on from Cheap and Dirty and found new employment. In the back of my mind, I would wonder about that case. Numerous times throughout the years I Googled his name, waiting for his arrest.
On one occasion, a decade after I worked there, I was eating at the same restaurant as a few hospital security and they remembered me. We caught up on a few things and the parting words were, “Watch out for Dave, he is still roaming the streets.”
Even as recently as 2020, I have looked the man up online and I was unable to find anything about him. Dave was trying to avoid detection.
That is until December 9th, 2020 when I saw the headline,
So there it was. I didn’t even read the article and scrolled down to see Dave’s face, only it wasn’t. Someone else had committed the murder.
For 21 or so years, Dave has been under a dark cloud of suspicion. I imagine even now, those that have read the article shake their head and think, “it’s bait to get Dave to come out of hiding. Dave still did it.”
I have done a little more homework; and while Dave isn’t prevalent online, he lives somewhere. Dave has had a car payment. Dave has DNA that is pretty easy to aquire.
Dave didn’t do it but everyone says he did. For two decades, this slander has very likely ruined parts of his life and that is disturbing to me.
Can you imagine being Dave’s child and whispers going around that his daddy killed a woman that rejected him 21 years ago? I wouldn’t go online either.
I will close this by saying that I learned a lot working for Cheap and Dirty Security that I have taken to a correctional environment; staying alert, completing my rounds, and paying attention to detail, but more importantly, to stay out of the rumor mill, and withhold judgement.