Earlier this week, the police were looking for a former guest who attacked a mother and son in Queens. David Higgins and his parents let Emmanuel Polanco live with them, until they realized Polanco was stealing from them. Two weeks after kicking him out, Higgins found Polanco back in the home, stealing other items. Polanco stabbed Higgins and beat his mother with a baseball bat. Before dying of his injuries, Higgins was able to tell the police Polanco was the attacker.
The police managed to track Polanco down by having one of his friends instant message with him. From Newsday:
Detectives went to that friend's house and persuaded him to look for Polanco online.Polanco was found and charged with second degree murder, robbery, burglary, assault and weaopns possession.The friend agreed, sources said, and was able to locate Polanco and chat with him via instant message.
"'I'm in some kind of trouble,'" one source quoted Polanco telling the friend. "He lied about some details but he basically fessed up to what had happened," the source added.
More importantly, sources said, the friend kept Polanco online long enough for police to call the NYPD's Computer Crimes Squad, which determined the IP address for the computer Polanco was using.
The IP address -- the Internet version of a street address -- came up as being connected to a home on Roosevelt Avenue in Jackson Heights, where another of Polanco's friends lives.





In Minnesota this week there's the case of a young woman accused of vehicular homicide when she drove into a tree and two passengers were killed - her MySpace blog may be allowed as evidence of intent and lack of remorse at her trial because she admits being "totally responsible" for driving knowing she was drunk, but says the passengers "knew what they were getting into" when they rode with her.
It sucks that you can't really trust anyone, and some people are just plain kind-hearted suckers, which is too bad. People reach out to help, just to have bad things happen to them, and it doesn't matter how healthy a past there once was if there was any.
Sometimes I feel bad when I decide to not help someone, and I hate that I have to make that decision based on my personal safety, but sadly, that's life.
Glad the cops caught the little bastard!
He was such a great person too, I knew him personally and why I may be cynical about lots of things, this is what gets to me, all he did was help him out and the guy goes around and kills him. This is why I lost my faith in people a long time ago. He will truly be missed.
Wow, Freddie, what a crazy story. People are such assholes.
Its better to confess at confesional web sites that are anonymous. Unless you want to get caught. Some people just need to get it off their chest. Others want a way to say sorry, others just like to rub it in...