WARNING: This post will contain discussion of suicide. This is a very senstive topic, and if you or someone you know is struggling, please reach out to: https://988lifeline.org/

This is Johnathan Luna. He was born on October 21st, 1965 in Mott Haven, New York. He was found dead in his car in December of 2003, stabbed 36 times.

✨Let me break down the logistics for you. So I am pre med, right? But it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that stabbing yourself, especially so viscously is impossible.

One, blood loss makes our bodies weak, and we will lose momentum. fast.

Luna was stabbed 23 times in the neck. in THE NECK.

But before I get into all that, let me go back and respectfully tell you about Johnathan and his life before he died. His name deserves to live on in honest memory. So let me rewind…

Who was Johnathan Luna?

Johnathan Paul Luna was born on October 21st, 1965 in Mott Haven, New York, he grew up in the Patterson house near the Yankee Stadium in the South Bronx, New York City.

Luna’s father was Fillipino and his mother was an African-American from the American-South. Johnathan recieved his undergraduate degree from Fordham University. Later, he studied at the Univeristy of North Carolina School of Law.

He worked at Arnold & Porter in Washington D.C. from 1993-1994 and the Federal Trade Comission from 1994-1997. Luna served as a prosecutor in the Brooklyn borough of New York City before moving to Baltimore, Maryland to become an Assistant United States Attorney.

On August 23rd, 1993 Johnathan married Angela Hopkins, an obstertician, and they had two children together.

Outside of his legal work, Johnathan was remembered as a devoted family man and a thoughtful friend.

He was very family-oriented, as he was a dedicated father to his two young sons and was known to dote on his wife, Angela. He even moved his elderly parents from New York to Maryland to be closer to him.

At work he was considered to be a very thoughtful colleague in his Baltimore. he was well-liked for rembering personal details about his coworkers, frequently inquiring about their families and sending Christmas cards to those who had ledt the office.

During his career he was described as vivacious, preppy, and highly intelligent. He was known to wear bowties and he knew how to command a room whenever he walked in.

Luna was seen as a prosecutor who was more concerned with making a difference rather than trying to be a “rising star.” he was also an advocate for minorites, once writing a letter to the “New York Times” to defend his childhood Bronx neighborhood from being labeled as “Life at the Bottom.

Howerver, despite his success, he also faced pressures in his work. There was tension in the workplace in which he felt out of favor with his superiors and feared losing his position.

Due to his personal stress he was trying to balance high-pressure cases, one in which involved a drug-trafficking trial that was “falling apart” while also balancing the responsibilities of caring for his young children and his eldery parents.

Baltimore Maryland, 2003:

On the night of December 3rd, 2003, at 11:38 p.m. Luna left his office at the Baltimore courthouse and drove Northeast on Interstate 95. He had used his EZ-Pass to cross into Deleware but not New Jersey and Pennsylvania Turnpikes.

There were three toll intercharges, but Luna switched to buying toll tickets.

🔍12:57 a.m. $200 was withdrawn form Luna’s bank account from the ATM at the JFK Plaza service center near Delaware.

🔍2:47 a.m. He crossed the Delaware river toll bridge to the Pennsylvania Turnpike, at 3:30 a.m his debit card was used to buy gas at the Suncoo King Of Prussia service plaza.

Now this is where things get pretty murky, because when he left his office that night, he left behind his phone, glasses, etc. His glasses needed to be worn whenever he drove.

A possible theory that others have, including myself is that he was kidnapped.

Because if somone needs glasses to operate any machine like a car, it is important to wear glasses.

I wonder if someone forced him out of his office and into the backseat of his car.

In my next post I will be going into great detail about the night of December 3rd, 2003. There’s a lot of strange things about this case. But my gut tells me this was NOT a suicide.

See you in the next post. – L.W.