OUR STORY
I was born and raised in Snohomish County and I graduated from Mariner High School. I married my college sweetheart and after our
daughter, Mikayla, was born we settled down in the Meadowdale area to begin our “happily ever after” life. Our home was nestled in
a quiet wooded corner at the end of a very long driveway and we thoroughly enjoyed a peaceful quiet family life.
One day at the mailbox
I ran into a one of our neighbors. She informed me that she suspected there was drug activity going on in the blue house across the
street. She had watched increased car and foot traffic to the house over the past few months. When cars pulled up to the house, usually
one person ran inside and while a car full of people waited outside with the engine running. Most of the visitors to the home only
stayed a few minutes. The traffic seemed to increase near the end of the week and the weekends were becoming unbearably noisy. My
neighbor was a very outgoing person and she had lived in the area for over twenty years. With children in the local school and her
family active in sports, she was a wealth of information concerning an increase in local petty crime and the very real possibility
that we were all living in the shadow of drug traffickers.
I went home very disturbed by this conversation. My wife and I talked most
of the evening and I came up with what I considered to be an efficient, logical strategy to eliminate the drug house from our midst.
The very next day I slowly drove by the house to assess the situation. I observed heaps of garbage, cars in various stages of disrepair,
closed off windows and strange wires woven through the front yard. I carefully noted my concerns and placed a call to our local Sheriff’s
precinct and spoke to a very sympathetic deputy. The officer informed me that
