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On
the morning of Thursday July 16, 1998, 26 year old Barry Scott Brewster was
found dead in the Embudo Arroyo under the Indian School bridge. Barry's
nude, brutally beaten body
was spotted by a jogger that morning under an arroyo bridge on Indian School NE
at the edge of Snow Park in Albuquerque, New Mexico. The Albuquerque
Police are asking for your help.
If you or anyone you
know has information about this young man's murder we urge you to help. If
you have information leading to the arrest and conviction of Barry's MURDERER,
you will receive up to a $1000.00
REWARD
from Crimestoppers. The Brewster family is also offering an additional $2500.00
REWARD.
You may contact Pete Gelabert or Paul Jasler with the Albuquerque Police
Department's Cold Case Unit at 505-768-2300, call Crimestoppers at 505-843-7867,
email the email
us.
The following is lovingly dedicated to her brother Barry Scott Brewster by his sister Kristy Brewster
"ANGEL"
Spend all your time waiting, for
that second chance
For a break that would make it OK
There's always some reason, to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh a
beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins, and may be empty
Oh weightless, and maybe I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the angel, far
away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage, of your silent reverie
Your in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight life,
and everywhere you turn
There are vultures and thieves at your back
The stone keeps on twisting, keep on building the lies
That you make up for all you lack
It don't make any difference,
escape one last time
It's easier to believe, and this sweet madness
Oh this glorious sadness that brings me too my knees
In the arms of the angel, far
away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage, of your silent reverie
In the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here
Your in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here