University of Alabama student James Gracey’s cause of death confirmed – police will not pursue criminal charges: report
University of Alabama student Jimmy Gracey died by drowning after he fell into the water near a nightclub in Spain, his autopsy reportedly confirmed.
His death was ruled accidental and police will not pursue any criminal charges, according to an autopsy report obtained by Spanish outlet El Periódico de Catalunya.
Gracey, 20, disappeared while leaving the Shôko nightclub in Barcelona on March 17. He became separated from his friends and was last seen walking alone toward the rocky coastline close to the beachfront club.
His body was recovered from the sea near Barcelona’s Somorrosto area two days later.
He sustained bruises consistent with repeatedly striking rocks for hours, according to the report.
Before the autopsy was completed, police were reportedly looking into the possibility that Gracey may have been drugged before he fell into the water.
Gracey’s wallet was found near the shore. His phone was retrieved from a man who claimed to have pocketed the device after he found it on the sidewalk.
Police do not believe the purported thief had any direct contact with Gracey.
Gracey, an Illinois native, was in Barcelona for spring break. He rented an Airbnb roughly two miles away from the club with some of his friends, who were the first to report his disappearance.
Back at the University of Alabama, Gracey served as the chaplain of the Alpha Phi Chapter of the Theta Chi Fraternity.
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