I have some information about my personal life I would like to share. Today news just broke about a detective who once was awarded for "extraordinary dedication" for his work in the Counter Exploitation Unit has just been charged with sexual exploitation and sex assault. 1 count with a minor and another with an adult. Now, my story is a very personal one and I'm not quite sure how to begin. I thought I would start with the above headline which is sourced here.Link (http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/british-columbia/vpd-detective-james-fisher-charged-with-sexual-exploitation-and-sex-assault-1.3915994))
Now I have to take you back to the 1970s. My brother, well step-brother but family 100% was my role model. Someone I always looked up to. I was the newcomer into the family at the age of 2 with my mother starting a new relationship with a man with six kids. I grew up with 4 step-brothers and two-step sisters. Sean, was the nicest to me out of all of them, perhaps that's why I liked him. I got picked on by the rest of my step-siblings but Sean would be the one to drive me around and push the radio station buttons inquiring, "do you like this song? How about this song?, as he pressed the buttons from station to station. He was a solid guy. By the late 70's to early 80's he made money by driving all nighters in one of my father's taxis. I remember the long hours he spent and him showing me the scads of money he stashed under his mattress. He was tall, intelligent, caring, and always with a grin. You never knew there were any troubled waters when talking with Sean. He was motivated and stoic.
By mid 80's Sean had enrolled in the Winnipeg Police Academy and had graduated with full honors becoming employed immediately to serve and protect. My father was elated and the family was beyond proud of the achievements my brother had made. Only a couple of us had even finished high school. Sean was also known to be a practical joker for I followed in his high school footsteps by throwing firecrackers down the hall. And he got a lot of laughs the day he picked up a frozen pig for a family BBQ at the farm and placed it in the front seat of the police cruiser to ride shot gun for lulz. Quite the guy.
Sean got married to a nurse and had a nice home in suburbia. By early 90's his wife had accepted a job in Vancouver, BC and both Sean and her moved on to follow their goals. He was accepted in the VPD and continued with his police training. He had gone from constable to homicide detective in a matter of years. He added to his credentials forensic interrogation and became a worthy investigator. He could get confessions with a calm demeanor and his empathetic and caring personality would encourage suspects to confess their crimes. It was an art and Sean was known for his soft abilities on hard criminals. He then traveled into the USA to partake in more criminal courses and ventured finally into the specialty of the sexual crimes unit.
By 2003 things were getting bad with the marriage and then he became involved with a criminal prosecutor. She had a nice home near the beach. Homes there don't go for less than a few million. But Sean still had that grin.You would never know things were bad. Ever. Then November 12, 2006 I got call from my mother. Sean had blown his brains out with his revolver in the bathroom stall at the police station. My heart had stopped and the entire family, friends, everyone whom had ever known Sean was in absolute shock. I cried for days. Why? Why would he do this?
It was during those crappy days when family was getting together I decided to google my brother's name hoping to read up on some of the cases he had been involved in. But I found something else. It was a website created by the family of a missing girl in San Antonio Texas. I believe that's were, it's been a long time and I had to ask my mother. On this website it was the readings of a psychic who was hired by the family to find their daughter. As I read, the psychic described (the missing girl's POV) the scenario of her kidnapping. It was a sex traffic ring. She was pregnant and had been raped/beaten by men who belonged to the police. She was kept captive, the descriptions went on, they were well dressed., business suites, well protected and lots of power. Then the psychic dropped the name of my brother. Sean Trowski. Could there be another Sean Trowski? The spelling is quite unique.Irish first name with a Ukrainian last name? Even the spelling Sean instead of Shaun or Shawn. Needless to say, I was taken back.
I passed this info onto my mother who then mentioned to dad. Naturally, this must be a different person so my mother emailed the family and let them know about the recent death in the family asked to take out my brother's name for sake of..respect? Just in case others googled my brother during this time. The family responded, apologized and scrubbed Sean from the website and that was that. I can certainly say there were some weird vibes going on about all of this and my parents checked to see if his travels to the US for police courses coincided with anything from that website. It was just all too surreal. Why would my brother just suddenly kill himself Nov 11 at the police station? For years this has been nagging me. His mother, two of my other brothers and myself were invited to his dept for a private chat with his supervisor to help us glean any new information. Then we cremated him.
10 years later the news breaks about VPD police detective James Fisher charged with sexual exploitation and sex assault. He was the lead investigator for the exploitation unit for fuck sake. 29 years on the force which makes him and my bother practically neighbors. Were they both involved in the same crime sex unit? They MUST have known each other and they most likely were friends. I'm bothered right now. Really bothered. Something never sat right with me about his suicide and now my imagination is getting the better of me again. Did he know something he shouldn't have? Was he whacked? Or was he busted? Why didn't his police friends take his gun? They said he stashed it in a garbage can. There's so many questions unanswered about what went down that night and now that this news broke and knowing about how pizzagate has lead us to people placed in authoritative positions doing just that, I thought I would share my story.
Her name just popped into my head. Emily and lo and behold I found her. Emily Garcia