This was one of those that I had absolutely zero leads to start with. I met with her parents after she skipped court and they had no idea as to where she was and I believed them. So I do some digging and find out she has a cousin on house arrest down in the Treasure Island beach area.
So I go down there and start asking around and find out that she is somewhere in the area. For those of you not familiar with fisherman and fishing docks its definetly a rough and dangerous area. Fisherman do not like law enforcement of any kind. I recieved numerous death threats and once had three fisherman surround me.
I knew she liked drinking so I began spending the days at the local bars some of which were gay bars..ugghhh. So basically I just bar hop 12 hours a day for about 5 days and then finally I spot her drunk as a skunk at one of the bars. I grab her, cuff her up and take her to my car. Upon searching her, I found one of the wanted flyers I had been passing out in her back pocket. I kept it as a memento.
On a side note, as much fun as bar hopping for 12 hours a day seems, I could only drink half a beer every half hour – which wasn’t very fun. Total bond recovered was $7,500.
The shadiness of the fishermen really makes me wonder what they’re hiding. Let’s face it, fishing can’t be nearly as profitable as it once was, especially down there. It’s not like they’re out getting Alaskan King Crab legs or huge Maine lobsters. What the hell do they fish for down there anyway, to make a buck, if fishing is their profession? Sounds more like some kind of organized crime is being perpetrated by them, probably as a means to supplement their income since there isn’t really big money in fishing for fish down there.
I also got a kick out of the fact that she had one of your flyers in her pocket. It’s poetic justice.