June 7, 2012 by carol
We have a guy who comes into our office every month to pay his bill. He’s middle-aged, friendly enough. He used to bring us coffee occasionally and always talked for a few minutes. We liked him. He was nice.
Then, he got arrested, and not for something like theft. He was arrested after he attempted to make arrangements to have sex with a twelve year-old child. He contacted someone who turned out to be a police informant who contacted the county Drug Task Force, which arranged for the informant to be miked to record the conversation with the guy. Arrangements were made for Clements to meet with the informant at a business parking lot and he was arrested when he drove into the lot. He was guilty, period. Of trying to pay for sex with a child. He’s a bad guy.
I don’t know how he managed to show his face after that was all in the news. We live in a small town and everyone had to know. But he still came in to pay his bill, no matter how much we wished he wouldn’t. We don’t like seeing him, talking to him.
Then Tuesday, he was sentenced – 2 years probation and he has to register as a sex offender. Probation, no jail time. I wanted them to lock him up. I don’t care if this is his first offence, or that he’s a well-known man in town. He was “compelling prostitution” from a child. A child my daughter’s age.
I’m always amazed by how much we don’t know about our neighbors, about the people we see all the time. Who knows what they do behind closed doors? It’s scary.