Dearest friends,
It has been far too long since we've heard any news from Linc or Rachel.
Tachyon recently replied to a query, but from the sounds of it, she may
be as confused as we are. (She sounds stressed. It has me worried.)
So, our current approach, rather than sit around and wait for things to
play out by themselves (as we all know how well that went last time), is
two-fold:
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1. We're reviewing the recent communications we've seen from the parties
in involved, particularly the recordings from 10033's and Tachyon's
phones (which appear to have purely metaphorical meanings, but something
tells me there's more to them), and re-evaluating the large mashup that
Brother's video message to Tachyon (the forwarded video from Linc) lead
us to by way of a voicemail number leading to a tinyurl:
http://tinyurl.com/2xo2ag
That recording, which we've dubbed the "Mashup of Doom", was originally
thought to have a message made up of the song titles. My wife and I, as
well as others in #maddison, suspect there may be more to it that we're
missing. So currently the code crackers in #maddison are hard at work
trying to solve this. At this moment, we're considering that there might
be two messages in it -- one for each of the stereo channels -- and that
they might be anagram-based. (Let's hope it's not a keyed cipher. We're
already getting a really late start on taking this seriously; solving
that quickly would be hard, given just how much work it's been to find
the songs, and sort them by channel and timestamp.)
To make that easier, tuesdayschild produced a version of the Mashup
O'Doom that is slowed down by 2x (and pitch-corrected so it sounds the
way it "ought" to.) I don't want to link directly to that file, as it's
hosted on an old web account of mine that I may not be authorized to
have anymore, but if anyone wants a copy, ping me or tuesdayschild, or
ask on #maddison.
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2.
We're also going back and reviewing the past evidence. Clara made
immense progress investigating the murders, and then was understandably
quite spooked when she encoutered Joel Frady's body on the trail,
bullet-hole between the eyes. As I mentioned before, he looks to have
been suicided. I don't blame Clara for wanting out -- if I were in her
shoes, I probably would too.
But, it leaves us lacking contact information for a number of people
we'd like to get in touch with. As I mentioned before, my godson Lorne
is willing and ready to go up to Nacogdoches, but first he needs to get
in touch with the people worth interviewing. If anyone reading this
knows Cynthia Frady, Duke Johnson, Joseph Wilmott, Gregory Atkins, or
people who might help us find them or any of the other information in my
last post, please contact me as soon as possible!
(We need to make sure our efforts are coordinated. Again,
[email protected] is the best way to reach me.)
There's one other thing we've been working on researching. This has been
more delicate, given that we don't want to drag more innocent people
into this if they don't need to be involved. But given that we don't
have Clara to work with, and I saw no other way of getting this contact
information, my "I can fake a Texas accent" linguist wife gave a certain
church in Rusk a call, and asked a few questions.
She told them she was trying to get in touch with her old babysitter,
whom she thinks was a member of their church at some point in time. (She
was asking about Judy Donald.) No luck.
She then asked about her old friend Renée, who has recently gotten
married and sadly, we weren't able to attend the wedding and now she
doesn't know Renee's married name (though she thought that her husband
might be named Scott.) Also no luck.
(The fellow we talked to was very friendly, but he didn't have the
information we needed. Contacting the church again is not a good idea --
we don't want to be harassing them, and we certainly don't want to spook
Scott or Renee [boy, do I wish Clara had gotten their last names], nor
do we want to scare Judy Donald or her family. She's probably the only
person who can help us find out the history of that building, and if we
lose that connection, it will be a dead end.)
The one useful bit of information we got from the fellow at the church
was confirmation that they do, indeed, broadcast their services on the
radio. He gave us the call-sign of the station, though I think he was
wrong about one of the letters, but I found a station that had a similar
call-sign, and after a few phonecalls, confirmed that they do, in fact,
broadcast their services. Where this might lead us, I'm not sure, but
I'm working on getting someone to record the services. Perhaps we could
reach out to Judy via a song dedication before the services start, or
something of that nature. I'll fill you in more once the plan is
better-formed.
In the mean time, please leave both the church and the radio station
alone. While the people we spoke with were very helpful and friendly,
again, we don't want to spook anyone. (This is why I've left out the
identifying details here -- I don't want Google to pick them up.)
... but that said, if anyone reading this works at "Kay Dubya Arr Dubya" on
the FM band out of Rusk, perhaps you can help more than you realize. If
I don't hear from anyone at the station, I'll go ahead with the song
dedication. Suggestions from you, my readers, on what the short message
to have the DJ announce as the dedication would be rather helpful. It
needs to be 1) short, 2) not something the DJ can mangle and lose
meaning, 3) coherent enough that an 80-something home-bound woman who
has no reason to want to help us can recognize as meant for her, and 4)
give her a means of contacting someone so that we can talk more about
that building with her.
Also, anyone who is in the vicinity of that station and can record it off the air,
that would be very helpful as well. Plese let me know.
...
Lastly, as for those of you who are questioning my motives, I'll say it
again: I'm simply trying to stop a repeat of the tragedy we all
witnessed with Maddy and Adam. I've never had a chance to speak with
Linc or Rachel, and I pray that I will some day be able to sit down with
them and shoot the breeze, and laugh about how crazy all of this was.
(Oh, please, please, let them still be alive.)
With strength through optimism,
Yours sincerely,
Dr. T.
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