Dear Friend,
As I write this, I’ve just finished packing my hospital bag.
Our fourth baby, a little boy, is due any day now.
And while I’m so grateful that my husband, Officer Chance Bretches, will be by my side when I give birth…
I can’t stop crying. Because unless something changes, he may not be there to watch our son grow up.
Will you donate to help us fight for Chance’s freedom before it’s too late?
Chance is facing 99 years in prison.
Not because he did something wrong.
But because, during a dangerous drug enforcement operation in a violent neighborhood, he followed his training and did exactly what he was asked to do: help stop a suspected drug dealer who was resisting arrest.
Let me take you back to that day six years ago that started our nightmare…
It was March 28, 2019. Just the day before, someone had been shot in a rough part of town—part of what looked like a turf war. So my husband and his partner were sent in as part of the Street Narcotics Unit to prevent more violence.
Undercover officers spotted a man—Paul Mannie—handing off what looked like crack cocaine to transients. When they called for uniformed officers to detain him, Chance and his partner stepped in.
But Mannie didn’t follow orders. He resisted.
Chance and his partner tried to subdue him using department-approved techniques—everything by the book. The struggle lasted just over a minute. But Mannie was big, aggressive, and possibly high on PCP. Chance didn’t know if the man was reaching for a weapon. He didn’t know if he’d make it home that night.
Afterward, EMS was called. Mannie was taken to the hospital. Chance had injuries too. But they did their jobs—safely, professionally, and within department policy.
The internal investigation cleared him. His bodycam backed him up.
It should have ended there.
But then José Garza was elected District Attorney.
And suddenly, cases that had been closed were reopened…especially if they gave Garza the chance to punish police officers.
That’s how we got here.
That’s how my husband, a good man who did everything right, is now being prosecuted for aggravated assault by a public servant with the threat of life in prison hanging over our heads.
But that didn’t matter to José Garza.
When Garza took over as District Attorney, he came after police officers with a vengeance.
He reopened cases that had already been cleared.
That’s how we ended up here—with my husband staring down a possible life sentence just for doing his job.
He wants to make an example out of my husband—and he’s willing to destroy our family to do it.
And if we can’t raise the money for Chance’s legal defense…
That baby boy I’m carrying might grow up without his father.
Please—before this goes any further—will you help us?
Donate whatever you can to help save my husband.
I’ve tried to stay strong. For Chance. For our kids.
But the truth is, I’m scared.
I’m scared that one day soon I’ll have to explain to our children—four of them now—that Daddy isn’t coming home. Not because he abandoned them. But because he put on a badge and did his duty.
If that breaks your heart like it breaks mine, will you please help us?
Your donation could be the reason my children grow up with their father—not just memories of him.
I can’t bear the thought of my newborn learning to walk without his father there to cheer him on…
Of his first words coming and going without Chance hearing them…
Of birthdays, Christmases, school plays…all with an empty seat at the table.
We’re running out of time. The trial is in December. And we’ve already drained our savings.
We’ve sold everything we could. We’ve done everything we can.
But we can’t do this alone anymore.
If you’ve ever felt like justice in this country has been turned upside down… you’re right.
The people who keep us safe are being treated like criminals. And radicals like José Garza are trying to destroy families like mine to push a political agenda.
Please don’t let him succeed.
Your donation could be the reason Chance gets to raise his son and be the father he longs to be.
From the bottom of my heart… thank you.
I hope one day, when my son is old enough to understand, I’ll be able to tell him that people like you stepped in when we needed it most.
With love and hope,
Kimberly Bretches
Wife of Officer Chance Bretches
P.S. In just a few days, I’ll be holding our newborn son for the first time. And while I should be filled with nothing but joy… I’m also filled with fear. Because unless we win this unjust case against my husband, my baby might grow up only knowing his father through letters, phone calls, and prison glass. Please—don’t let that happen. Rush a donation right now to help save my husband’s life—and keep our family together!
