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Some details cannot be divulged at this time, as this is [supposed to be] an ongoing investigation. I have been asked [as were family members] not to divulge certain information and facts, to which I gave my word. As my word is my honor/integrity, I am bound to that for the time - my silence was conditional. I wll keep this as short as possible and tell you the facts as I know them presently. Some facts came to light in the course of days/weeks that followed.

March 29, 2009 at 12:42 am. CST, received call from my mother saying my brother was shot. Sometime between 12:30 and 12:38 am., my brother was gunned down (among other things) and murdered. Witnesses said, within seconds of hearing gunfire, they saw four to five black males running from where my brother lay in the street. I was told the 911 call went out between 12:31 and 12:32 am., but later learned it was actually 12:38 am. I arrived on scene approximately 12:46 am.; and saw my brother’s body laying in the middle of the street face down in the concrete, I knew immediately he was dead.

The cops headed me off about 30 feet in from the corner as I quickly ran towards my brother, while telling the cops, I was Willliam Ziegler’s sister. Immediately, I asked if my brother was dead. To keep it short - I couldn’t get an answer. What I did get - was told to get back in my car. I asked where my mother was, at first I couldn’t see her anywhere. I got no answer at first. After several questions that went unanswered, the cops turned their backs to me to walk away - I screamed to them “That’s MY BROTHER lying in the street and I had a right to ask questions - I want to know IS MY BROTHER DEAD? and Where is my mother? Is she in the house?” To which one cop said he seen her go back inside.

While this cop is telling me this - I suddenly see my mother in the back of a police car. I could see her shoulders shaking uncontrollably, and then I heard her sobbing and moaning “Why won’t anyone help my son, he could be dying, where’s my daughter? I hear my daughter. O’Della, O’Della, why won’t they help William!”

At that very moment, it felt like someone had placed a vice around my entire body. My heart felt as if it were going to explode, as silent screams were felt as shock-waves, throughout my entire body.

At this point I start yelling again and I asked the cop “Why is my mother in the back of the cop car? I want to talk to my mother - I need to talk to my mother now!” I started to take a step or two toward the car with my mother - To which I was told to stay back, as two large officers stood in front of me.

As they argued with me I tried to explain that I had concerns because she had a heart condition and I feared she was going to go into cardiac arrest. The cop told me I wasn’t going over there, then said real smart ass: “You want me to take her out of the car, I’ll go get her and bring her over here right now.” His tone of voice scared me and immediately I said NO! “I’m afraid she may collapse on the concrete at this point and hurt herself, please just let me go to her!”

The cop says in a snide manner: “Lady make up your mind, first you want me to get her out of the car, now you say - no don’t take her out of the car. What do you want me to do - you can’t make up your mind.”

Remember, this is at a time when someone is learning a loved one has been gunned down, and this is how some of Mobile’s Finest handles the family - well at least in our case! And please let me state - while there are some really great cops here in Mobile - it doesn’t seem any of them are involved in this case!

NOTE: I don’t want to come across that all the cops here are bad, not by a long shot! Some have been wonderful! We know several Outstanding Police Officers in Mobile!

I came to learn later my mother (threatened with arrest), was drug by her arm to the cop car and shoved into the cruiser’s backseat so roughly … her hand was slammed into the side of the car. How did I know her treatment was so rough? By the [deep] bruises that started to appear.

Keep in mind, I informed these cops during the initial banter that my mother had recently battled cancers, emergency surgeries and had a heart condition. She is almost 80 years old, 5′ 2″ tall and weighs about 120 pounds. And this is how these particular Mobile Police officers handled an elderly  woman who just found her son laying in a pool of blood face down in the street!

But the cops don’t understand why I would be so upset about this?

OK, let’s push forward …

My son is a firefighter in addition to being in the Air Force Reserves, and it just so happens, it is his unit that gets dispatched to this area. The point here? They got the dispatch at 12:52 am. Which happens to be just seconds after I told the cops I was calling for an ambulance myself - because there still wasn’t one on scene!

I lived in this particular house for about seven years with my daughter. I know the response time - 2 to 4 minutes! The key point here is “Dispatched.” Whenever I called for ambulance for my daughter - they were “dispatched” immediately! I would find out later, they had been directed on that night - not to approach, await dispatch - for 20 minutes.

TWENTY MINUTES!!!!!!!!! Anyway you look at it, there’s is no way anyone would have survived multiple gunshots when they have to wait twenty minutes for paramedics.

Let’s push forward again …

The cops wrap up their ’scene’ investigation and leave. A couple hours later, the lead investigator comes back and tells me “no shell casings” nor anything else was found. What they didn’t know is that I had made a pact with my brother in the event he were murdered, as he feared he might be (long story), and that I would find clues in certain places.

I immediately began gathering the information he left me while the cops were still there and was trying to tell the cops what I had learned. My brother wrote notes with names and telephone numbers of the people he was going to meet with, just minutes before he was murdered. I tried to give this information to our local District Attorney, in addition to the cops on scene. (I will go back and finish this later)

Knowing what I know, once they all left the scene and daylight broke, I went out to do my own scene investigation. The first thing I found was a partial bullet casing, in addition to a few other items. How can they miss a bullet casing right there in the exact spot my brother’s body laid in the street?

Does it sound like I am hysterical, irrational person, or would everyone else think this is sloppy police work? (I would be warned about interfering in the investigation later, and you won’t believe why.)

Part II: (soon to follow)

“OMG, can this guy be one of the shooters?” I thought to myself as I heard the laughter coming from some (over a dozen) of the others listening, as one of them was bragging: “Yo, check this main, ole white boy was squealing like a pig” Do they not know I am here - listening?

I listenend for what seemed like hours, but was only minutes, shocked at what these guys were saying! As I heard my own voice out loud, “Talking about the shooting earlier this morning, I see - Yo, check this, I’m his sister!” As they all looked towards me, apparent shock on their faces, again I heard my own voice: “Anyone with the gonads big enough, I got money for all the names involved” as I glared into the eyes of the speaker who had been animating how he shot my brother - multiple times.

Honestly, I think they were in just as much shock as I was, over the fact that none of them had even noticed my presence, let alone not knowing just how much I had heard or how long I had been listening. At that very moment, I knew they feared me - more than I feared them.

To be continued …

Death threats, murdered pets, attempted break-ins - none taken seriously by police- leads to assault and mugging of my mother, as she is exiting her home - in broad daylight. Can it get any worse?

I would regret even having the thought, let alone asking the question.

But first, coming face to face with a killer: Murder in Mobile, AL Part II

NOTICE: For reasons I cannot go into presently, I will have to delay the continuation of the postings of this horrible tragedy against my family. I would love nothing better than to be able to share these facts, but for now I will have to refrain. Updates will be posted as soon as I am able to continue these tragic events.

For anyone interested in contributing to the benefit fund –

In the US, they can go to any BBVA Compass Bank or call 251-470-7560 and state they wish to donate to the “William Ziegler Jr. Benefit Fund.” For those not in the US. or others wishing to make contributions online, please use the paypal donate button below. Any/all contributions will be greatly appreciated by the family.