Things got much worse. On September 19, a neighbor at our apartment complex sexually assaulted Miimii. I didn't find out about this until two weeks later, and then Miimii threatened to commit suicide if I reported it to the police. This guy, who was an Air Force cop, told Miimii he would send her back to Japan if she reported it. Luckily we were on the top of the list to get base housing at Fairchild Air Force Base, so we just moved onto base into a nice little house. I was hoping this would take care of the situation, short of killing the guy. But then, he started calling Miimii at the house. His name was Raymond Hudson, and he was a newly married Airman from New York, born December 6, 1969, one of the cops who guarded the B-52 bombers on base...this guy actually carried a gun in his duties. Once the calls started, I recorded many of his phonecalls, and against Miimii's violent protest, went into security rosters at work, got enough information on him (I got in trouble for this later on) and reported him to the Office of Special Investigation (OSI), knowing that if this was a cop, it would be best to go outside the Air Force police. The OSI stupidly turned the case over to the security police, who were unable to accomplish anything. Rather than let Ray continue his calls and get evidence on him, they hauled him in and questioned him. The calls stopped and it became his word against ours. He denied ever knowing Miimii, although I had information on someone who'd seen him and Miimii talking, and we had his finger prints on things in our apartment.
Still, the Air Force police claimed they could do nothing. We'd give them an idea and they'd say,"Hey, we never thought of that!" The investigator, who was Miimii's primary contact, was an E-4, and to the best of my memory, only 20 years old. She was given the case when her boss dropped the papers on her desk one day.