When I began reporting on domestic violence in Northern California, Crescent City was my home, and the heart of a crisis in the state’s most northwesterly corner.
The calls came in every day through a police scanner on my desk.
“Children crying in the street on 9th and D. Domestic disturbance reported.”
A few hours later one day: “She was pulled out by her hair and thrown down” on Starfish Way.
Later on, the sheriff’s office dispatcher was connected to another address, where “Somebody called, but nobody spoke.”