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Severe night terrors after being held 
captive for a week during Christmas 
again my abusive ex brutally attacked 
me every Christmas since that arson 
murder that cold Christmas day 1984 
all the elderly persons perished in he 

and Gargano fire it was as if he would 
relive the arson murders and take it out 
on me every single Christmas eve terror 
began there I was this time tied up to 
a chair while he rant rave spit talking 
with his hands i shook flinched from 

his every gesture as he attacked me 
pulling my hair punching me finally he 
would let my daughter walk to the 
bathroom with me then back in the 
chair he took all the doors off the 
hinges and nailed them to the window 

making the house pitch black no sunlight
dressed in army fatigues holding a k force 
army knife he kelp after being kicked out 
with a nothing to lose attitude putting 
the knight to my neck children and I 
escaped to the sojourners truth home 

why I was still very much in contact 
with the fbi blessings finally a kind 
compassionate man who worked 
for Ciro Gargano the arson murderer 
of nine he was actually his his driver 
running errands but soon rose to being 

his business partner doing odd jobs 
around the shop the driver Ciro always 
sent him when ever I was stranded this 
time he located us in the shelter with 
tears in his eyes he said you deserve 
better your kids deserve a home warm 

beds you shouldn't have to fear any man 
it was then I knew he would no doubt 
handle my abusive ex it was only a matter 
of time he told me it was okay he will take 
care of us to my surprise he did just that 
he brought coffee donuts for staff gave 

me a newspaper he spent all day with us 
calling landlords at the park until I found 
a home he then took us shopping for 
beds bedding drapes boots coats he was 
an angel Ciro Gargano was now in prison 
on weapons and drugs charges calling 

me collect everyday I never let him know 
the fbi was there I was communicating 
with  Milwaukee fbi ciro sent his business 
partner the driver to pay my phone bills 
keeping communication was a must the 
fbi insisted I certainly never forgot I was 

working for the fbi wearing wires buying 
weapons and drugs because of those 
murders I was trapped ciros mother 
Mary Gargano also sent us 250 dollars 
twenty five for each one of my children she 
loved my children never forget birthdays 

holidays she worried about us she kelp 
Ciro Gargano books till her death I was 
very fragile being abused hiding when 
the fbi called an Iraqi cornerstore merchant 
trading wic coupons food stamps for 
weapons to gang members I went under 

cover the entire storefront was removed I 
was filled with fret my abusive ex husband 
was bitter enraged this germantown was 
dangerous Milwaukee killers it wasn't long 
I witnessed a murder in broad daylight 
seated with the fbi supervisor Leroy Heimbach 

he transferred from Arlington heights Illinois 
he was sweet kind he gave me two jars of 
honey things were looking up but I was 
petrified the killers would retaliate plus 
my abusive ex was threatening to shoot 
himself and me he hid in my and two shots 

from his pistol went off twice one for him 
and one for me after months of horror 
I feared my safety I actually left everything 
new beds and all relocated back to Ohio 
protected by retired sheriff fouth of july 1992 

he took care of the children and I being a 
domestic violence victim material things 
just pass you by you learn to enjoy the 
simple pleasures and god and never 
forgot the kind angels who protected 
my children and I  god bless domestic 
violence shelters of America 
God bless the federal bureau of investigation
God bless the United States of America

You're Safe now Honey.
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