They are covering it up, of course. The execution of Renee Good. A young mother, terrified, so afraid that she would be harmed that she cut the wheels of her SUV sharply to the right, clearly making an effort to flee the ICE agents.

But an ICE agent, full of bravado stepped in front of the SUV, leaned towards to windshield and fired off a shot. Then when shooting Renee Good in the face wasn’t enough for him, he fired off two more shots into the driver’s side of the vehicle.

His intent was clear: To kill the driver.

An unarmed mother of three. A poet. A creator. A white woman who, given the opportunity, he probably would have hit on in a bar. Instead he gunned her down, without cause. Executed her.

The Trump Administration is providing cover for Jon Ross, not surprisingly. They took over the “investigation”, icing out the local jurisdiction of the Minneapolis Police force, and state officials. Although, they have no right to do so. Trump is not a fan of rules, or order, or laws. Only the ones he dictates. And Republicans who control Congress, the oversight branch of government, have abdicated that role completely. They bend the knee to Trump, scared little men willing to let anyone in the administration lie, lie, lie.

There will be no accountability for the murder of Renee Good. If it wasn’t obvious to you before, it should be now – we are in a fight of Good vs. Evil. Renee was the actual embodiment of that fight in every way.

Jon Ross is already being lauded for murdering this young mother. None of this is a surprise to women or people of color, given how this nation is built on the sins of white nationalist patriarchy. The entire policy of the Trump administration is White Men Rule.

So despite the protests, the phone calls, the letters, the withholding of monies, or the giving of monies, Jon Ross will walk away from this cold-blood murder with impunity, as the four-name prick of a vp J.D. Vance has already christened for Ross.

But here’s the one thing I know for sure – Jon Ross will not walk away unscathed. He will, if he isn’t already become a heavy drinker, perhaps a drug user. He will have to self-medicate to keep the ghost of Renee Good at bay. The crowds will disappate. Trump will die soon himself. Vance will never be elected president. Turning Point will turn to ashes. Stephen Miller and Susie Wiles will be incarcerated, along with many others.

And forever and a day the history books will remember Jon Ross as an executioner. A vile man who shot a kind and literally Good woman in the face without cause.

Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder honors no uniform, tolerates no liars. PTSD is a relentless nagging companion who demands truth at all hours of the day and night.

Jon Ross will see Renee Good’s face in every nightmare and daydream. He will hear the voices of her three children crying for their mother. He will look over his shoulder for the rest of his life, wondering when those grown children will come for him, because they will. He may even take his own life to escape the demons that he invited into his life when he pulled that trigger, not once, but three times at point blank range.

I’ve seen this same scenario unfold time and time again with cops, with veterans of wars. I’ve listened to their stories. Written those stories. Even been on the scene when the shootings took place.

Jon Ross may gloat in the false praise now, but the days ahead hold nothing but terror for him. Trust me on this.

I was at the scene when an Oregon State officer and a city cop shot and killed a drug-addled father, who’d gone on a crime spree that included kidnapping six children, shooting his step-father, and threatening to kill his own mother.

I was there when those officers received adulations and actual medals for bravery in protecting the public. I’ve written about them numerous times in books and articles. I admired them both.

But I never told the rest of their stories. How both, fathers themselves, could not get over killing a man in front of his young children. How they could not recover from what duty had forced them to do: to kill a man, to take a life.

I watched as the two became addicted. One to alcohol; the other to drugs. They both stepped away from law enforcement. The younger of the two started dealing drugs, was arrested and sentenced to prison himself. He died far too young. His reputation in ruins. Even now, if I google his name, it is his misdeeds that come up. History remembers him as the cop gone wrong.

I remember him as the young father who fled from the room in tears, when I, the reporter, went back to him a year after that shooting to interview him about that night. I remember how that killing broke his then tender heart.

We are not designed to kill. When we do, something in us breaks.

Jon Ross might act with cool bravado now, protected as he is by a bevy of liars: Kristi Noem, Kash Patel, J. D. Vance and Donald J. Trump. But soon the roar will die out and the only thing he will hear are the cries of Renee Good’s children and her partner and all those neighbors along Portland Street in Minneapolis screaming: What the fuck did you do?

Karen Spears Zacharias is author of Where’s Your Jesus Now? Examining how fear erodes our faith (Zondervan).