Leslie Oliver
Continuation of account
Mon Aug 8, 2005 07:50
61.2.186.21
FIRST MURDER ATTEMPT:
During that same period, I had been consulting in the mountains every day (Hwy 74), driving around hairpin turns with very steep drops on either side of the road. During that same period, I had been consulting in the mountains every day (Hwy 74), driving around hairpin turns with very steep drops on either side of the harrowing road. One day, I couldn’t help but notice something very peculiar. At every one of the 4 or 5 turnaround points, where a driver would normally pull off the road only long enough to let faster traffic pass, an Hispanic man sat parked in a beat up car. The same odd group of Hispanic men in parked vehicles lining the road was evident on my return trip down the mountain, as well.
Days later, because of hearing a loud thumping sound, I took my car into a garage and was told by the mechanic that my caliper nut which connects the brake fluid line to the brakes had been taken off! In order to deliberately take off a caliper pin -- because it does not fall off -- one needs to remove the whole tire, unhinge the cover of the caliper itself and take off the pin - which one can do without detection if a car is parked in a remote place. Not having the caliper pin in place would have prevented the brake fluid from reaching my brakes - causing them to malfunction - sending me off a mountain cliff to my death!
Suddenly I understood why all those Hispanic men were sitting parked all along Hwy 74! They were waiting to see how another murder is successfully staged by U.S. government hit men. At that point, I realized that I was dealing with ruthless murderers who were being paid to kill me! With only a background as an actress and in graphics and writing, I was suddenly confronted with an almost surreal reality. Someone was actually trying to murder me! Fearing for my life and in a total state of panic-- I refused to spend an evening alone at home and was forced to stay with various friends or take motel rooms down the street from my house.
Weeks later, a so-called pharmacist in Tijuana, Mexico by the name of ‘Juan Valdez’ telephoned me on my cell phone -- which no customer or Mexican pharmacy had access to -- inquiring, "You’re not dead yet?" He then kept insisting I put him in my information Guide. I still was under the assumption that this was being perpetrated by some pharmaceutical company -- because of the sheer extravagance and total absurdity of the program.
I called upon Roger Tolces PI again (www.bugsweep.com) and asked him what to do. He apprised me immediately of BLACK OPS and COINTELPRO which are still in effect covertly. He then printed out an expose written by ex-CIA agent Julianna McKinney which was posted on the Internet. The harassment, strong-arming techniques, threats, covert and staged murders, stalking and much more were described in that report and were identical to my experience. This was a shocking realization. It was almost unbearable to face. My own government had orchestrated this vicious attempt on my life. Never having had any interest in politics and absolutely no experience with law enforcement, I realized that I was uninformed and thus extremely naïve about the world. I, like many Americans, was under the illusion that I was living in a democracy…or at the very least that I was living amongst people who were ‘civilized’. However, upon squarely facing the raw truth and horror of the reality, some kind of intelligence began to permeate every cell of my body and ‘the dots began to connect’.
Suddenly I realized that ‘Juan Valdez’ was in reality ‘a Black ops agent’ who was attempting to entrap me for ‘conspiracy’. That was another foolproof way to get me off the internet. If I had included him in my Mexican Pharmacy Guide he could have created any kind of situation to make it look like I was doing business with him which would have led to very serious drug charges. I also remembered being emailed months earlier by a Mexican woman, who insisted that she was a pharmacist and asked to be listed in my Guide. I never bothered to meet her as I was at that time rarely making the 2 hour trip to Mexico and I never listed her because she was very pushy and I didn’t care for her. Suddenly that same woman started calling me again. I then also realized she too was a ‘Black ops agent’ poised to entrap me.
During the summer of 2002, even while my mother lay dying at my sisters home in Westchester, New York-- I was still harassed. Late at night I would hear footsteps below. I distinctly felt something invisible sweep over me that seemed to know which room I was in. (later I learned it is equipment that can ‘find’ someone by their DNA)
In local Motels, I would inevitably hear drilling coming from the room below, hang ups would commence continuing throughout the night until the morning, people would knock loudly on the door and then I would see them run away in the peephole. On one such 2-night escape to the Red Roof Inn only a few blocks from where I live, a man in a red van tried to pull me into his car though Officer Pohl, who wrote up the police report insisted – in spite of my account to the contrary -- that the man tried to steal my purse. *NOTE: OFFICER POHL and OFFICER RODOLPHO of Palm Desert Police Dept are corrupt Black Ops.
Palm Desert Sheriffs Department #ORO23009. I saw the same man in the same car a few days later waiting for me in a parking lot at Dennys restaurant on Varner Blvc. I wrote down License plate #5D65901 RED Dodge Truck with Shell, left a message for Officer M. Pohl and faxed it to the precinct but there was no effort to trace the owner of the car. Later I found out that Officer Pohl is one of the many corrupt cops. I had previously summoned the police on at least 4 different occasions to complain about stalkers, prowlers, etc., but no report was ever written-up. There was always an excuse. If I didn’t have the license plate number then the police officer told me I needed to get the license plate number the next time. If I did have the license plate number the police officer said he couldn’t arrest anyone just on a license plate number. If I asked them to take fingerprints around my house after a break-in, they couldn’t do it because it wouldn’t make a difference anyway. I learned quickly not to expect anything from the local police because they work with the so-called ‘shadow government’ and cover for them -- but I continued to report a break in so it was on record.
One of my first evenings hiding-out down the street from my residence at the new Hampton Inn (La Quinta, CA. / Ramon Road/ #10 Freeway), I noticed that although the hotel was almost empty when I arrived, it suddenly filled up with Mexicans and ‘skin-head’ types.
The first morning, while downstairs in the dining room having breakfast I noticed the man seated at the table next to me. A small boy came over to his table and I assumed it was his son. As it turned out… it was not. But it was for this reason that I got a good look at him.
Weeks later, while visiting my niece in Ocean Beach, CA (San Diego), I was sitting in the back seat of her SUV when she pulled in at an all night “7-11” or “Circle K”. (I can get the exact street address later)
What I saw next was even difficult for me to believe. I COULD NOT BELIEVE MY OWN EYES. The store was next to an alley where the garages of an adjacent apartment building stood. Suddenly one of the garage doors rolled up about one-third open and I saw the SAME MAN who had been sitting across from me in the dining room of the Hampton Inn duck under the door and step out onto the alley. While the garage door remained open I could see only the legs of people sitting in chairs that were arranged in a circle. This was very strange to see inside of a residential garage.
The man stood in the alley and a PU truck immediately drove up into the alley and faced him. He gave the driver a sign with his hand and the truck SCREECHED away like lightening. The man went back into the garage and rolled down the door.
I immediately went into the convenience store and spoke with an employee named “Dave”. He said that very strange sounds came out of that garage day and night. I am certain that this was one of the many ‘black ops’ headquarters.
Soon after this, I hired detective John Carman, San Diego, CA. (619 601-9250) to help me but he turned out to be ineffectual in getting any evidence and I stopped using him.
(I recently read this report on John Carman in www.fromthewilderness.com – “John Carman, a former Customs Agent, and a really nice guy, who for more than two years has wanted me to write about his horrific saga of CIA connected corruption at the Mexican border. John, a licensed PI with a concealed weapons permit, was recently set-up to be arrested on phony weapons charges in front of his own child.”)
I continued to hear people in my house. I had seen one tall thin man with black hair leaving my property in broad daylight, open the front gate and enter a car that had just pulled up. I heard a woman coughing in the crawl space of my house after I had sprayed the area with pepper spray and I have had at least 6 illegal entries into my car and house where they have stolen cash and valuables. One day, after coming back from a day in Mexico, there were freshly made footprints along with dog prints (my dog had accompanied me to Mexico) in the sand throughout the property.
After discussing on the phone the possibility of producing commercials to expose these criminals, I found a severed Ethernet (Internet) cable that had been ripped out of the socket lying on the floor. This was not only a blatant threat of what was to come if I ‘blew the whistle’, it was an outrage that someone was listening to my telephone conversations.
I then hired Roger Tolces, PI again from www.bugsweeps.com to measure the electro magnetic air waves that I could feel day and night. He measured the microwaves pulsing into my house steadily at 958 megahurtz. However Roger told me later he could not testify in court as he is afraid of what the government might do to him. He had already had his office broken into and his files ransacked by U.S. law enforcement agents.
In an effort to also put me out of business, my email client list of 8,000 addresses was made virtually useless when I sent out a notice to old customers selling an updated list. Normally my list would bring in a few thousand dollars two times a year. But with the help of ‘Magic Lantern’ -- the program the U.S. government uses to spy, interact with, and usurp email-- very few of those email reached their destination. I also gave permission to an online pharmaceutical company called "Secure Medical" to use that same email list. They also sent out notices but only about 500 emails got delivered. The salesman I was working with, Mike Larchik’s only comment at the time was, "That is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen".
Any email or U.S. Mail which is not flattering or which contains incriminating information about the government is quickly read and sabotaged. Before I understood how widespread this corruption was in the U.S. Government, like a good law-abiding citizen, I sent letters out to ALL members of the (Democratic) Senate and House, documenting the criminal actions of what I believed was a rogue government agency. I did not receive one response. Senator Byrd’s office practically hung up the phone on me. And although the ACLU supposedly is an organization that ‘upholds human rights and civil liberties’ they said they could do nothing. The Attorney General in Indio, CA who is part of the corruption, laughed and said "Where’s your evidence?" (Funny, I thought it was his job to investigate.) Congresswoman Mary Bono’s office, represented by Mr. Penrod apparently knew what was going on but said ‘it wasn’t his problem’. He referred me back to the corrupt Attorney General in Indio. And although I am aware that Congressman Ron Paul knows a great deal about the so-called non-lethal weapons being used on most citizens - as does ALL of the U.S. Senate and House -- I never received any response from him either.
SECOND POLICE REPORT: Dec. 19, 2002 -- Illegal Break in Palm Desert Sheriff Dept. #ORO2353006:Break-in at night *$600 Cash.*Large phone book *Video Camera*Antique Luggage w/CD THIRD POLICE REPORT: Illegal Break in. $100.00 cash taken FOURTH POLICE REPORT: 3/12/03 #TSR 03071003 Illegal Break in. $50.00 cash
During this period, I had also been confiding in some ‘so-called victims’. These are the names of DEFINITE BLACK OPS AGENTS: The first 3 Perps that I listed work together.
1- JOHN MECCA at 119 Whittier Dr. Kings Park, NY 11754 (631) 360 1557 + (631) 360-1883 + (917) 428-2730. He runs a bogus WEBSITE: http://www.us-government-torture.com/KIT.html EMAIL: timetogo2@earthlink.net He claims loudly to be a victim himself while threatening to go out and gun the perps down. He uses his website to illicit trust in people who are genuinely looking for help by selling a so-called ‘jammer’ – a contraption which does work to neutralize some of the uncomfortable electro magnetic waves. Within that context he becomes trusted and easily manipulates victims by feeding real information with disinformation.
He works with a woman named,
2- DEBBIE LAMB has a strong Texan accent – She too claims to be victimized-- however she is a Black Ops agent as well and works as John Mecca’s ‘yes-man’.
Always on hand is Black Ops Chicago Attorney,
3- JOHN PHILLIPS 290 Streamwood Drive, Valparaiso, Indiana 46383 (219) 462-1520 (312) 762-9212 & 762-9214 pretends that he is going to ‘fight’ the government. He advises people to hire expensive investigators so they can drain their finances by ‘getting evidence’ although evidence abounds. People believe they are protected when they speak confidentially with an attorney and John Phillips is used exactly for that purpose. To illicit confidential information from trusting people so they can ‘hang themselves’. Known by many as a college professor at South Coast College in Costa Mesa, CA,
4- JOANIE SALINGER, a professor at South Coast College also claims to be victimized ‘since childhood’ and plays the victim while she passes disinformation. She too is a Black Ops agent.
Sunday, May 30th, 2003 Something I ingested in the early morning suddenly began to make me feel very strange and extremely dizzy. I was afraid of passing out. It was not the normal feeling of having eaten something bad. It felt like some chemical because of the intensity and the rapid overwhelming feeling of blacking out -- and I realized something toxic had been put into either the milk or the orange juice. Beginning to panic as I did not want to be unconscious alone in my house, I ran out in my terrycloth robe and called 911on my cell phone. (Note: The 911 call is not on record. The reason is because the call never actually went through to the precinct but was intercepted before it connected -- something that they can do – especially if they are prepared for an incident… which they obviously were).
Very shortly, a police car followed by a fire truck drove up. A chubby dark-haired policeman with a moustache got out of the police car and walked into my yard laughing,
"Hey, did you call 911? Well we’re here. The paramedics are here to fix you up good"
He kept laughing as I was struggling to not faint. I realized that whoever these paramedics were -- they were not there to help. I said, “No forget it. I don’t need a paramedic. And I no longer need the police either.” I staggered past him to my front gate while the policeman walked into my house and then came back out again. I ran across the street to my neighbors house – a very nice couple -- at 30300 Via Las Palmas.
As I did so, I heard him call out behind me while still laughing, "Hey I’m one of the police officers who came to your house a few months ago! Too bad its curtains for you. Yeah... too bad. I’ll even tell you my name so you know who killed
During that same period, I had been consulting in the mountains every day (Hwy 74), driving around hairpin turns with very steep drops on either side of the road. During that same period, I had been consulting in the mountains every day (Hwy 74), driving around hairpin turns with very steep drops on either side of the harrowing road. One day, I couldn’t help but notice something very peculiar. At every one of the 4 or 5 turnaround points, where a driver would normally pull off the road only long enough to let faster traffic pass, an Hispanic man sat parked in a beat up car. The same odd group of Hispanic men in parked vehicles lining the road was evident on my return trip down the mountain, as well.
Days later, because of hearing a loud thumping sound, I took my car into a garage and was told by the mechanic that my caliper nut which connects the brake fluid line to the brakes had been taken off! In order to deliberately take off a caliper pin -- because it does not fall off -- one needs to remove the whole tire, unhinge the cover of the caliper itself and take off the pin - which one can do without detection if a car is parked in a remote place. Not having the caliper pin in place would have prevented the brake fluid from reaching my brakes - causing them to malfunction - sending me off a mountain cliff to my death!
Suddenly I understood why all those Hispanic men were sitting parked all along Hwy 74! They were waiting to see how another murder is successfully staged by U.S. government hit men. At that point, I realized that I was dealing with ruthless murderers who were being paid to kill me! With only a background as an actress and in graphics and writing, I was suddenly confronted with an almost surreal reality. Someone was actually trying to murder me! Fearing for my life and in a total state of panic-- I refused to spend an evening alone at home and was forced to stay with various friends or take motel rooms down the street from my house.
Weeks later, a so-called pharmacist in Tijuana, Mexico by the name of ‘Juan Valdez’ telephoned me on my cell phone -- which no customer or Mexican pharmacy had access to -- inquiring, "You’re not dead yet?" He then kept insisting I put him in my information Guide. I still was under the assumption that this was being perpetrated by some pharmaceutical company -- because of the sheer extravagance and total absurdity of the program.
I called upon Roger Tolces PI again (www.bugsweep.com) and asked him what to do. He apprised me immediately of BLACK OPS and COINTELPRO which are still in effect covertly. He then printed out an expose written by ex-CIA agent Julianna McKinney which was posted on the Internet. The harassment, strong-arming techniques, threats, covert and staged murders, stalking and much more were described in that report and were identical to my experience. This was a shocking realization. It was almost unbearable to face. My own government had orchestrated this vicious attempt on my life. Never having had any interest in politics and absolutely no experience with law enforcement, I realized that I was uninformed and thus extremely naïve about the world. I, like many Americans, was under the illusion that I was living in a democracy…or at the very least that I was living amongst people who were ‘civilized’. However, upon squarely facing the raw truth and horror of the reality, some kind of intelligence began to permeate every cell of my body and ‘the dots began to connect’.
Suddenly I realized that ‘Juan Valdez’ was in reality ‘a Black ops agent’ who was attempting to entrap me for ‘conspiracy’. That was another foolproof way to get me off the internet. If I had included him in my Mexican Pharmacy Guide he could have created any kind of situation to make it look like I was doing business with him which would have led to very serious drug charges. I also remembered being emailed months earlier by a Mexican woman, who insisted that she was a pharmacist and asked to be listed in my Guide. I never bothered to meet her as I was at that time rarely making the 2 hour trip to Mexico and I never listed her because she was very pushy and I didn’t care for her. Suddenly that same woman started calling me again. I then also realized she too was a ‘Black ops agent’ poised to entrap me.
During the summer of 2002, even while my mother lay dying at my sisters home in Westchester, New York-- I was still harassed. Late at night I would hear footsteps below. I distinctly felt something invisible sweep over me that seemed to know which room I was in. (later I learned it is equipment that can ‘find’ someone by their DNA)
In local Motels, I would inevitably hear drilling coming from the room below, hang ups would commence continuing throughout the night until the morning, people would knock loudly on the door and then I would see them run away in the peephole. On one such 2-night escape to the Red Roof Inn only a few blocks from where I live, a man in a red van tried to pull me into his car though Officer Pohl, who wrote up the police report insisted – in spite of my account to the contrary -- that the man tried to steal my purse. *NOTE: OFFICER POHL and OFFICER RODOLPHO of Palm Desert Police Dept are corrupt Black Ops.
Palm Desert Sheriffs Department #ORO23009. I saw the same man in the same car a few days later waiting for me in a parking lot at Dennys restaurant on Varner Blvc. I wrote down License plate #5D65901 RED Dodge Truck with Shell, left a message for Officer M. Pohl and faxed it to the precinct but there was no effort to trace the owner of the car. Later I found out that Officer Pohl is one of the many corrupt cops. I had previously summoned the police on at least 4 different occasions to complain about stalkers, prowlers, etc., but no report was ever written-up. There was always an excuse. If I didn’t have the license plate number then the police officer told me I needed to get the license plate number the next time. If I did have the license plate number the police officer said he couldn’t arrest anyone just on a license plate number. If I asked them to take fingerprints around my house after a break-in, they couldn’t do it because it wouldn’t make a difference anyway. I learned quickly not to expect anything from the local police because they work with the so-called ‘shadow government’ and cover for them -- but I continued to report a break in so it was on record.
One of my first evenings hiding-out down the street from my residence at the new Hampton Inn (La Quinta, CA. / Ramon Road/ #10 Freeway), I noticed that although the hotel was almost empty when I arrived, it suddenly filled up with Mexicans and ‘skin-head’ types.
The first morning, while downstairs in the dining room having breakfast I noticed the man seated at the table next to me. A small boy came over to his table and I assumed it was his son. As it turned out… it was not. But it was for this reason that I got a good look at him.
Weeks later, while visiting my niece in Ocean Beach, CA (San Diego), I was sitting in the back seat of her SUV when she pulled in at an all night “7-11” or “Circle K”. (I can get the exact street address later)
What I saw next was even difficult for me to believe. I COULD NOT BELIEVE MY OWN EYES. The store was next to an alley where the garages of an adjacent apartment building stood. Suddenly one of the garage doors rolled up about one-third open and I saw the SAME MAN who had been sitting across from me in the dining room of the Hampton Inn duck under the door and step out onto the alley. While the garage door remained open I could see only the legs of people sitting in chairs that were arranged in a circle. This was very strange to see inside of a residential garage.
The man stood in the alley and a PU truck immediately drove up into the alley and faced him. He gave the driver a sign with his hand and the truck SCREECHED away like lightening. The man went back into the garage and rolled down the door.
I immediately went into the convenience store and spoke with an employee named “Dave”. He said that very strange sounds came out of that garage day and night. I am certain that this was one of the many ‘black ops’ headquarters.
Soon after this, I hired detective John Carman, San Diego, CA. (619 601-9250) to help me but he turned out to be ineffectual in getting any evidence and I stopped using him.
(I recently read this report on John Carman in www.fromthewilderness.com – “John Carman, a former Customs Agent, and a really nice guy, who for more than two years has wanted me to write about his horrific saga of CIA connected corruption at the Mexican border. John, a licensed PI with a concealed weapons permit, was recently set-up to be arrested on phony weapons charges in front of his own child.”)
I continued to hear people in my house. I had seen one tall thin man with black hair leaving my property in broad daylight, open the front gate and enter a car that had just pulled up. I heard a woman coughing in the crawl space of my house after I had sprayed the area with pepper spray and I have had at least 6 illegal entries into my car and house where they have stolen cash and valuables. One day, after coming back from a day in Mexico, there were freshly made footprints along with dog prints (my dog had accompanied me to Mexico) in the sand throughout the property.
After discussing on the phone the possibility of producing commercials to expose these criminals, I found a severed Ethernet (Internet) cable that had been ripped out of the socket lying on the floor. This was not only a blatant threat of what was to come if I ‘blew the whistle’, it was an outrage that someone was listening to my telephone conversations.
I then hired Roger Tolces, PI again from www.bugsweeps.com to measure the electro magnetic air waves that I could feel day and night. He measured the microwaves pulsing into my house steadily at 958 megahurtz. However Roger told me later he could not testify in court as he is afraid of what the government might do to him. He had already had his office broken into and his files ransacked by U.S. law enforcement agents.
In an effort to also put me out of business, my email client list of 8,000 addresses was made virtually useless when I sent out a notice to old customers selling an updated list. Normally my list would bring in a few thousand dollars two times a year. But with the help of ‘Magic Lantern’ -- the program the U.S. government uses to spy, interact with, and usurp email-- very few of those email reached their destination. I also gave permission to an online pharmaceutical company called "Secure Medical" to use that same email list. They also sent out notices but only about 500 emails got delivered. The salesman I was working with, Mike Larchik’s only comment at the time was, "That is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen".
Any email or U.S. Mail which is not flattering or which contains incriminating information about the government is quickly read and sabotaged. Before I understood how widespread this corruption was in the U.S. Government, like a good law-abiding citizen, I sent letters out to ALL members of the (Democratic) Senate and House, documenting the criminal actions of what I believed was a rogue government agency. I did not receive one response. Senator Byrd’s office practically hung up the phone on me. And although the ACLU supposedly is an organization that ‘upholds human rights and civil liberties’ they said they could do nothing. The Attorney General in Indio, CA who is part of the corruption, laughed and said "Where’s your evidence?" (Funny, I thought it was his job to investigate.) Congresswoman Mary Bono’s office, represented by Mr. Penrod apparently knew what was going on but said ‘it wasn’t his problem’. He referred me back to the corrupt Attorney General in Indio. And although I am aware that Congressman Ron Paul knows a great deal about the so-called non-lethal weapons being used on most citizens - as does ALL of the U.S. Senate and House -- I never received any response from him either.
SECOND POLICE REPORT: Dec. 19, 2002 -- Illegal Break in Palm Desert Sheriff Dept. #ORO2353006:Break-in at night *$600 Cash.*Large phone book *Video Camera*Antique Luggage w/CD THIRD POLICE REPORT: Illegal Break in. $100.00 cash taken FOURTH POLICE REPORT: 3/12/03 #TSR 03071003 Illegal Break in. $50.00 cash
During this period, I had also been confiding in some ‘so-called victims’. These are the names of DEFINITE BLACK OPS AGENTS: The first 3 Perps that I listed work together.
1- JOHN MECCA at 119 Whittier Dr. Kings Park, NY 11754 (631) 360 1557 + (631) 360-1883 + (917) 428-2730. He runs a bogus WEBSITE: http://www.us-government-torture.com/KIT.html EMAIL: timetogo2@earthlink.net He claims loudly to be a victim himself while threatening to go out and gun the perps down. He uses his website to illicit trust in people who are genuinely looking for help by selling a so-called ‘jammer’ – a contraption which does work to neutralize some of the uncomfortable electro magnetic waves. Within that context he becomes trusted and easily manipulates victims by feeding real information with disinformation.
He works with a woman named,
2- DEBBIE LAMB has a strong Texan accent – She too claims to be victimized-- however she is a Black Ops agent as well and works as John Mecca’s ‘yes-man’.
Always on hand is Black Ops Chicago Attorney,
3- JOHN PHILLIPS 290 Streamwood Drive, Valparaiso, Indiana 46383 (219) 462-1520 (312) 762-9212 & 762-9214 pretends that he is going to ‘fight’ the government. He advises people to hire expensive investigators so they can drain their finances by ‘getting evidence’ although evidence abounds. People believe they are protected when they speak confidentially with an attorney and John Phillips is used exactly for that purpose. To illicit confidential information from trusting people so they can ‘hang themselves’. Known by many as a college professor at South Coast College in Costa Mesa, CA,
4- JOANIE SALINGER, a professor at South Coast College also claims to be victimized ‘since childhood’ and plays the victim while she passes disinformation. She too is a Black Ops agent.
Sunday, May 30th, 2003 Something I ingested in the early morning suddenly began to make me feel very strange and extremely dizzy. I was afraid of passing out. It was not the normal feeling of having eaten something bad. It felt like some chemical because of the intensity and the rapid overwhelming feeling of blacking out -- and I realized something toxic had been put into either the milk or the orange juice. Beginning to panic as I did not want to be unconscious alone in my house, I ran out in my terrycloth robe and called 911on my cell phone. (Note: The 911 call is not on record. The reason is because the call never actually went through to the precinct but was intercepted before it connected -- something that they can do – especially if they are prepared for an incident… which they obviously were).
Very shortly, a police car followed by a fire truck drove up. A chubby dark-haired policeman with a moustache got out of the police car and walked into my yard laughing,
"Hey, did you call 911? Well we’re here. The paramedics are here to fix you up good"
He kept laughing as I was struggling to not faint. I realized that whoever these paramedics were -- they were not there to help. I said, “No forget it. I don’t need a paramedic. And I no longer need the police either.” I staggered past him to my front gate while the policeman walked into my house and then came back out again. I ran across the street to my neighbors house – a very nice couple -- at 30300 Via Las Palmas.
As I did so, I heard him call out behind me while still laughing, "Hey I’m one of the police officers who came to your house a few months ago! Too bad its curtains for you. Yeah... too bad. I’ll even tell you my name so you know who killed
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