NICOLE ENGSTROM, Law Enforcement
Nearly 30 years on the job
They called us “the fuzz.” Like it was a joke. Like it was supposed to take something from us. It didn’t. It came from the other side—from liars, manipulators, predators…people trying to outrun what they’d done.
I’ve worked domestic violence. Sexual assault. Crimes against children. Sex trafficking. Homicides. Cold cases. Child abductions. Terrorism. The kind of work where details aren’t optional. Where pressure defines you. Not behind a desk. Not guessing.
In the room. Across the table. On the scene.
I’ve sat across from predators who thought they were in control. I’ve listened when victims had nothing left. I’ve worked scenes where one missed detail changes everything. You learn how they lie. How they justify. How they break. You don’t fake that. And you don’t do it alone.
Local. State. Federal.
Working cases where failure carries weight. This is where the fuzz actually lives. Not the stereotype. Not the punchline.The reality. Now I’m bringing that here.
The Fuzz Project isn’t built for headlines. It’s built on what happens behind them. No spin. No fluff. No BS. Just the truth— from someone who’s been there. Because the truth doesn’t come easy. The fuzz takes it.
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Aime Boekhout, Professional Opinion-Haver
Nearly 49 years of constant questions
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been the person getting nudged under the table for asking “just one more question.” Curiosity isn’t just a trait of mine—it’s a reflex. I naturally notice the gaps in stories, the details that don’t quite add up, and I’m not shy about digging a little deeper.
Whether it’s questioning a friend’s “perfect” new relationship or watching an episode of Dateline, I tend to ask the things others are thinking—but might not say out loud. Even in everyday conversations, I have a habit of tossing in a question that earns either a laugh or a moment of stunned silence. I’m simply wired to understand the “why” behind everything. At times, it’s a superpower… and at other times, it’s admittedly a bit of a liability.
I’ve long admired Keith Morrison and share a genuine passion for staying on top of current events and the stories behind them. More often than not, those stories intersect with people connected to law enforcement—though I’ll admit, not everyone in my orbit has a spotless record. What drives me is the pursuit of clarity: asking better questions, uncovering overlooked angles, and getting to the truth beneath the surface.
At this point, I’ve seriously considered making my middle name “WHY.” It would save everyone a lot of time. My job is to anticipate what our listeners are thinking as they listen… and then ask the questions they’re probably yelling at their speakers.
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How Did We Meet, You Ask?
What began as rugby rivals in college quickly turned into a lasting friendship when we became teammates on the same Women’s Rugby Club in 2001. Since then, we’ve been friends, teammates, roommates—and as the years go on, we fully expect to be pushing each other around the retirement home.
Through countless trips, milestones, losses, celebrations, and everything in between, our bond has grown into something more like sisterhood. While we couldn’t be more different, that contrast is exactly what makes our friendship work—and why it’s stood the test of time.
Now, we’re excited to bring that dynamic into this next chapter together with The Fuzz Project.