Who Is This Doug Guy?
Information kept pouring in from all the kids around town about Doug. Some of it was very interesting, in a stomach-churning kind of way. I started writing bits of information down. One of the kids pulled up MySpace and showed me a picture of Doug.
The next morning Sam and I went back out to Pamo to take some pictures. We spent about an hour out there trying to figure out what had happened. When we got in the truck to leave, a car came down the road, then slowed down and stopped next to us. It was a friend of Roah’s. She said her people owned that property and that if we needed anything at all, to get a hold of her. She gave us her phone number, and we drove off.
We got about a mile up the road, to the bridge where the road turns from dirt to pavement. I saw my friend Mark’s truck, and I thought he must have been coming out to see what had happened. He got to the bridge just as we did; he had a passenger in the front who I realized was the guy from the picture on MySpace. I said to him, “What’s your name?” He didn’t say anything. Once again I said, “What’s your name?” In my peripheral vision I could see that Mark was putting two and two together. He was realizing that this guy in his car is the one that killed my daughter. Mark said, “You better tell her your fucking name right now, dude.” His passenger said, “My name’s Doug.”
I screamed, “What were you doing out here with my daughter, you murderer?” Doug said, “I wasn’t trying to murder her.” Then Sam said to Doug, “Besides murdering Jadean, did you ever do any drugs with her?” Doug said, “No, I don’t do drugs.” Sam then told him, “Well, we have a letter that we found in Jadean’s stuff saying otherwise, and you’re going to go to jail for a long time.” Doug said, “They were Jadean’s drugs.”
He never apologized or showed any remorse. He just tried to put the blame on Jadean. I was screaming at him. I don’t remember what I was screaming. I started my truck, and Mark moved his. It was all I could do not to get out of my truck and throw him off that bridge.
We got back into town and went over to pick out the plot at the Ramona Cemetery. The best area, according to the cemetery director, overlooked a chicken ranch. As we walked down there, I realized that I didn’t want to smell chickens every time I came to visit my daughter. I said, “How about down over there, under those trees?” He said that was a “less desirable” area. I said, “I think Jadean would be much happier with the undesirables. She was always friends with everybody.” I picked out a very nice spot under a tree.
Later that night a Detective Saussman from the Ramona sheriff’s office called me at home. She asked me if I had a son named Roah. I told her I did, and was there a problem with him? She told me Roah had been seen driving a black Ford Ranger (my car) in front of Doug Garcia’s house a few times and that the sheriff’s department was viewing it as stalking. I was angry! How dare this woman call me and make assumptions and accusations about anyone in my family, especially in defense of the man who killed Jadean? Roah wasn’t even in Ramona that night, and if she had asked, I would have told her that it wasn’t Roah. It was Dave. He wanted to know where Doug Garcia lived. I said to her, “Really! Stalking, huh? Are there two documented instances of harassment on file? Is there a restraining order in effect? Because, fortunately for me, I know enough of the law to know when some stupid cop is calling to use BS tactics to get her way.” Detective Saussman then told me, “I know what it’s like to lose a child. My daughter wrecked her car and died last year.” I was so angry at this point, I said, “Really, you know what it’s like to lose a child! Your child died from her own mistake. My child was seduced by a 26-year-old man, taken out to the middle of nowhere for Lord knows what, and killed. So you might know what it’s like to lose a child, but you will never have a clue as to what it’s like to have a child taken from you. When Doug Garcia has a restraining order against us, any of us, then maybe we’ll stop driving down his street.”
On March 9, family started arriving from out of state, Jadean’s dad and his wife, along with her brother Dalton, her other grandparents from Florida, my sisters and their children from Florida and Texas. At some point that day, I said to Sam, “Why hasn’t the sheriff come to talk to me?”
No Victim, No Crime
We decided to go down to the Ramona Sheriff’s Station. I wanted to know why they hadn’t come out to ask me what my 15-year-old daughter was doing with this 26-year-old man out in the middle of nowhere. So Sam and I went over to the Sheriff’s Station and asked if we could talk to Deputy Brown, not because I liked him but because I knew him. He wasn’t on duty, and the female deputy told us that we could talk to him the next day when he got back. I said, “No, I really need to talk to somebody now. My daughter was killed by this 26-year-old man out in Pamo four days ago, and I want to know why nobody’s come to talk to me about it.” She asked us to hold on while she went inside the substation to see what she could find out. We waited about 20 minutes, and then she came back and said, “Nobody’s come out to talk to you because it was determined by the CHP to be just a car accident.” I was astonished. I said, “What do you mean, just a car accident?” She said that the accident had been determined to be just that, an accident with no foul play involved. “No foul play?” I asked. “This was a 26-year-old man taking two teenage girls out to the middle of nowhere to get them high and Lord knows what else, and you say there’s no foul play? Get your sergeant now!”