Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Dec 30, 2016 20:49:35 GMT -5
[Ed. I have chosen which parts to keep and which parts to dispose of. Sometimes an edit will be marked and noted. Sometimes not. The same goes for omissions. And name alterations. Nothing here is certain. Isn't that the appeal? How will the weight feel when you realize what this is, audience?]
Here is a rough breakdown of his movements and the activities I've been able to establish per your request. Like I said before, this is not necessarily our guy. Once again, I must emphasize that there are several persons involved whose identities and actions may have become intertwined. Make of this what you will.
INDIANA
Scant details on ***'s childhood and adolescence other than the standard public documents previously provided. His brother died at the age of seven, when *** was twelve. The death naturally had a major impact on ***, and the rumors surrounding the child's death (neglect, abuse, claims of the boy being left outside in near blizzard conditions) exacerbated this distress. His brother had participated in all of ***'s "magic shows" in the capacity of an assistant. His aunt says that he placed the majority of his smaller props in his brother's coffin at the funeral, this somehow causing an altercation with his father. Other relatives could not recall this argument. It would be almost a year after his brother's death before he would consider performing again. A flyer advertising a family night at a local Burger Chef found in his mother's personal effects makes mention of his magic act. It is dated for [WITHHELD], the likely date of his father's abrupt abandonment of the family.
Numerous staff members, all retired, from [WITHHELD] remember *** being enthusiastic on only a few topics, namely psychology, telecommunications, and government. Despite this, *** does not seem to have been a member of any extracurricular programs, opting instead to spend his days walking The Trees [FURTHER INFORMATION WITHHELD] ...with students described as "outcasts".
There were numerous incidents involving friends in which staff suspected *** acted as a ringleader or Svengali figure, but no major, provable behavioral problems were recorded or remembered until his senior year. A dispute over a parking space led to what we would now think of as a harassment campaign against the other student involved. This student claims to have received a barrage of "implied" death threats from ***, including phone calls and letters. He claims to have received one stating "I have pulled disappearing acts before and will again. Do you want to know what's on the other side of the curtain, Ronnie?" The student has long since discarded the letter.
One staff member recalled these events, stating insufficient evidence of ***'s involvement and the abrupt end of the harassment made the school refrain from anything more than a cursory investigation.
OHIO
Upon graduating high school and with virtually no known financial assets to his name, *** left behind a doting mother and what few friends he had to move to Ohio. No records of employment or residency can be found for this time, though "Martin" claims to have been recounted a number of events from this time period. Upon investigating Martin's claims, two acquaintances were found in [WITHHELD] with recollections of ***.
This is where "Quentin Rigby" enters the picture and muddies everything.
An employee and friendly acquaintance who worked as a waitress at [WITHHELD] remembers Rigby and *** well and as separate individuals. She claims to have briefly dated Rigby and to have frequented The Tavern [FURTHER INFORMATION WITHHELD] on nights off with the two.
A mutual friend of hers, the other acquaintance, claims to have never have seen Rigby and *** together, though you already know later reports contradict the idea of them being the same person. This is simply his version of events, and he admits to his memory from that time being hazy.
Quentin and *** were very similar, physically. Slim builds, average heights, brownish-blond hair, blue eyes. *** would claim Rigby was his brother, while Rigby would tell others that they had been friends in Indiana. None of ***'s classmates, family, or teachers can recall anyone like Rigby. I could find no suitable individuals nationwide using this name. He just suddenly appears in Ohio with *** one summer. And the name, I believe, will change.
The waitress claims that Rigby and *** were traveling salesmen who had decided to settle down in the city, though she could not elaborate on what exactly the two sold with any certainty. She recalls that both owned a large number of books and journals and that *** claimed to have discovered a system of "legitimately" claiming others' unclaimed money using telephone networks. She could not elaborate further.
Her friend, on the other hand, claims that it was well known amongst the patrons of The Tavern that Rigby was a burglar and conman. He recounted one elaborate ruse in which Rigby would pose as a journalist or producer for NPR or PBS in order to gain access to homes, ostensibly for human interest stories. He would find reasons to wander the house with his intended mark, noting items of value, gleaning information about his victims' routines and schedule, telling the mark to expect a call, and returning weeks later to burglarize the premises.
The inherent risks of such a con eventually became obvious to Rigby. During a "pre-interview" with one woman, her husband, himself a retired producer for a local CBS affiliate, openly questioned Rigby's credentials and unorthodox behavior and method. Rigby would later publicly lament the idea as "very, very stupid" and told patrons at The Tavern that he had run, screaming uncontrollably, from the producer's home "like a bat out of hell."
Martin says that *** and Rigby had told him of the reporter con, though with one significant difference: It was a two man job. *** would pose as the journalist/producer with Rigby performing the burglary alone later. He also mentions that they did not only steal items of value, but that *** would deliberately seek out parents of deceased children. Photos of the children and any easily found documentation on them would be stolen during the burglary. By the time *** moved to the Bay Area [FURTHER INFORMATION WITHHELD], he had amassed a sizable collection of personal documentation, the majority of which belonged to children who had passed.
The waitress and her friend say that Rigby and/or *** hit on hard times not long after this. Rigby would often borrow money from the waitress. Eventually owing her around $1,200, the duo disappeared in the autumn of [WITHHELD].
WYOMING
Martin would meet *** and "Johnny Pendleton" that winter. Martin was staying in Cheyenne for personal reasons which he would prefer not to disclose. Martin was living in The Motel [FURTHER INFORMATION WITHHELD] that *** and Pendleton would live their first few months in Wyoming. They told him they were brothers and that they had finally moved to their "dream town", funded by an unexplained windfall. The three established a close friendship, all of them being outsiders in the small city. Several months after arriving, *** and Pendleton would rent a house in a rural area outside of Cheyenne. They invited Martin to move in with them. Initially skeptical, financial necessity caused him to relent, and he moved in with them that summer.
Things were quiet and comfortable at first. With *** and Pendleton unemployed and Martin being paid under the table to work odd hours as a cook at a local restaurant, the two outsiders would often stay up late and sleep throughout the day. Martin recalls the two were starting to seem visibly strained and anxious by the beginning of fall, with *** often pacing and demanding the others "do something funny, be fun". Around this time, *** also began corresponding with individuals from out of state, leaving for unexplained weekend trips (sometimes accompanied by Pendleton), and collecting and reading newspapers from around the country.
That winter, *** and Pendleton converted the home's basement into an office, telling Martin they were resuming work as "business consultants". He does not recall them advertising themselves in any way other than possible phone solicitations, but that winter, and this speaks volumes as this was a true Wyoming winter, he estimates no less than ten men appeared on their doorstep to speak with *** and Pendleton personally.
Martin knows the two kept a safe and a locked filing cabinet in the office. He does not know beyond a doubt what was in them, but later events in the Bay Area would lead him to believe they were birth certificates, passports, social security cards, driver's licenses, and other assorted documentation, both forged and genuine. There was also a collection of VHS tapes, though he claims to never have watched any of them.
Over a year after the start of the consultation venture, Martin came home from work to discover Pendleton back from a "business trip" having dinner with two women. The entire party seemed inebriated, with the women appearing notably somber. Assuming it was a double date and that *** was in the bathroom, Martin made a derisive comment about his friends' ability to have a good time, at which point, Pendleton angrily shouted that they were his daughters and further demanded that Martin leave for the night. Doubtful of the familial claim as they appeared somewhat similar in age but frightened by Pendleton's aggression and the women's strange and stoic reaction to it, Martin says he left for the night, sleeping out in his car on the side of a country road.
When he returned the following morning, Pendleton and the women were gone. Asking *** about the events of the previous night, he was told "I have no idea who you're talking about. It's just the two of us here."
At this point, Martin is reticent about the rest of his stay in Wyoming. He claims he moved back to California shortly afterward with minimal discussion between him and ***.
And here is the gap. A substantial one. There are no clues that I have yet to find regarding what *** was doing in this time. Pendleton, who I believe to also be Rigby, disappears completely. All we know is that some years later, in [WITHHELD], *** appeared on Martin's doorstep.
CALIFORNIA
Martin claims that ***'s arrival at his Bay Area home was completely unannounced. He simply appeared one day with three suitcases and no transportation. Martin's motives for taking him in seem unclear, but he has dropped hints that *** had some sort of leverage against him.
I'll shoot straight with you here: Martin is extremely quiet on anything concerning personal details about *** and certain, practical matters concerning their cohabitation. He says things in the tone of a frustrated, former housemate. It is what lies in these complaints that is interesting.
Sometime in the years they were apart, *** had developed an obsession with the Internet. He saw the growing network as a way to spread a philosophy he had cultivated over the years and which Martin claims he wrote three "theses" on. Martin read one thesis but was never given any copies to keep.
The thesis was largely rambling and incoherent. Martin either couldn't or wouldn't describe its contents in detail, only saying that it was "a call for the creation of misery in the name of mystery" and "depressing... makes you feel guilty to read. I'm probably blanking on it on purpose, like subconsciously."
Martin recalls that *** would leave the house for hours at a time with no explanation as to where he had gone or why. He bought several computers and an unlocked filing cabinet he kept in his room. Martin went through the filing cabinet during one of ***'s outings and found the previously mentioned collection of documentation, including birth certificates, social security cards, and obituaries for numerous children who had died in Ohio [FURTHER INFORMATION WITHHELD].
Tensions growing, *** would intentionally intimidate Martin in a number of ways. He would frequently hint at the possibility that he had killed people, boast of his intelligence and fearlessness, and on one occasion, removed every lightbulb from the house, causing Martin, returning home from a late night cycling, to stumble in the dark until he had found a flashlight. Turning it on, he saw *** standing directly in front of him, smiling silently. *** then ran to his bedroom, slammed the door shut, and began laughing ceaselessly.
Not long after this last incident, Martin finally demanded *** to seek help or move out.
He was awakened that night by either a car pulling into his driveway or *** sitting on his bed. When *** noticed Martin was awake, he quietly said, "Follow me." He then guided Martin out to the driveway where a tan sedan was idling. The driver wore a "hobo mask" and remained silent as they drove to A Neighborhood [FURTHER INFORMATION WITHHELD]. Circling the neighborhood once, they eventually parked alongside a street and walked about four houses down. Instructing him and the driver to crouch and follow, quietly, the trio made their way around the back of the house. *** then found a window, made a small X on its frame with a permanent marker, and asked Martin who was inside.
Martin did not know. *** asked him to look closely, though the blinds were closed. Pointing at Martin's reflection, *** whispered, "It's you." He then placed the cap back on the marker and quietly said "We're done now." The three walked back to the car, but Martin was not allowed in. Left in the neighborhood, Martin made his way to a convenience store and used their pay phone to call a cab.
When he returned home, *** was gone, and his room was empty.
MANITOBA
This one took a little bit of luck and a lot of digging. You mentioned he may have been in Canada within the past two decades, and I was able to find one case involving either him or Rigby/Pendleton.
[FURTHER INFORMATION WITHHELD]
The trucker had been the subject of a lot of gossip within the town concerning a liaison between him and a younger woman that allegedly turned violent. Fearing reprisal from her family while out of town on work, he asked his friend, a neighbor, to keep an eye on his home.
Noticing the lights were on inside the house one night, his neighbor immediately called the police. The authorities arrived to find the intruder writing something in the kitchen. He was initially polite and accommodating, explaining that he was The Trucker's [FURTER INFORMATION WITHHELD] half-brother and that he had been asked to look after the house while his brother was away. He calmly told the police that his brother would actually be calling him to check in while at a stop in Yellowknife and that they were free to wait with him for the call.
Asking for identification, the intruder took out his wallet. In producing one ID, with the name of "Remy Jackson", a second ID issued in Wyoming became visible within the wallet's mesh. A sharp eyed officer noticed the Wyoming ID and asked to see it as well. The man calmly took out the second ID. It had a different name, and the man in the picture looked similar but not identical to the intruder. The name on this second ID was ***. Explaining that he had been holding on to the ID for a friend who had lost it and was driving back to the house to pick it up before leaving for the States, the police acquiesced to the plan of waiting for his "brother" to call and his friend to arrive. Thirty minutes later, the intruder asked to use the bathroom.
Normally in this sort of situation, an officer will check out the bathroom first and/or wait outside, but a number of bad calls were made that night, and the intruder was allowed to use the bathroom alone and unchecked
Not long after, the neighbors who had called the police, were sitting in their backyard, presumably eavesdropping or waiting out the events next door. Their conversation was interrupted as they saw a man crawling quickly along the ground behind the Trucker's house, moving away from the neighborhood. He turned back once to look at them, and as he did, he let out a silent but anguished looking scream. Upon realizing what was happening, they ran to the house, alerting the officers of the intruder's escape. He had left the sink running, and they had failed to hear the window opening.
The paper he had been writing on has since been lost. Its contents aren't recorded. No trace of the intruder was found.
There are two possibilities here. This was either Rigby/Pendleton or ***. With the amount of subterfuge these two subject themselves and others to, it's hard to say. It did take a lot of work to find this information, and the possibility of it being *** is decent. I figured you'd want to know.
[LOCATION WITHHELD]
[BAMBOS] seems to think he has not actually encountered *** in person. I have reason to doubt that.
Bambos claims he has been stalked online and over the phone by *** since the conclusion of their project, but it took some time before he realized who I was talking about. Apparently, he never knew *** by name. I know this is the part of everything you're most familiar with, but I thought maybe you didn't know this: I believe, for a brief period of time, Bambos and either Rigby or *** lived in the same apartment complex.
Bambos says a little over a year after he moved in, an "older man" moved in across the hall, three doors down. Up until about a month before this new tenant moved in, Bambos had been receiving harassing emails and calls nonstop. They ended with no real resolution, and the timing of the new tenant's arrival seemed suspect. Bambos conceded that between his forums accounts, emails to ***, phone number, and involvement on the project, it would have been possible for someone to deduce his identity and location.
The man kept running into Bambos in the parking lot and hall, at all hours of the day. The man would make constant, unsuccessful attempts at small talk. His voice seemed familiar to Bambos, but it didn't seem to completely match the voice on the calls he had recorded. Still, he appeared to be watching and waiting for Bambos. Eventually Bambos had a paranoid breakdown and began screaming at the man in their hallway. The two talked with a neighbor mediating, and while he wouldn't give specifics, he did say the conversation eased his suspicions. Bambos later moved out for unrelated reasons.
There's just one thing I wanted to get in to here.
I talked to the landlady. Not long after Bambos moved out, the older man was caught "tampering" with the hallway's smoke detector in the middle of the night. He made up a story about wanting to test it, all the while holding the disassembled detector in his hands. The landlady let it slide. He was caught on a separate occasion, by the same tenant who had initially caught him with the smoke detector, trying jimmy his way into Bambos' old apartment. He told them he had drank a little too much, lost his keys, and gotten confused about which apartment was his. They let it slide again. A week after that, the tenant who had reported him woke with him in her room, sitting on her bed. He told her that he was going to go, but that he had left her a gift. He told her that he was a nightmare. He told her that she needed to go back to sleep.
She lay still until he left. She spoke of it once, the next day, to the landlady. She begged for the police not to be called and aggressively denied that any sort of gift had actually been left. The landlady and a maintenance worker went to the man's apartment, knocked, waited a while, and eventually realized they should check the parking lot. His car was gone. When they entered the apartment, it was empty.
Bambos is not comfortable revealing his current location, and as per your instructions, I have not informed him of the other developments.
[FURTHER INFORMATION WITHHELD]
There's a lot of interesting things going on with this guy. You so sure you want to write a book about just an art project? Haha. Either way, hope it's going well. Let me know what you'll be needing next.
Here is a rough breakdown of his movements and the activities I've been able to establish per your request. Like I said before, this is not necessarily our guy. Once again, I must emphasize that there are several persons involved whose identities and actions may have become intertwined. Make of this what you will.
INDIANA
Scant details on ***'s childhood and adolescence other than the standard public documents previously provided. His brother died at the age of seven, when *** was twelve. The death naturally had a major impact on ***, and the rumors surrounding the child's death (neglect, abuse, claims of the boy being left outside in near blizzard conditions) exacerbated this distress. His brother had participated in all of ***'s "magic shows" in the capacity of an assistant. His aunt says that he placed the majority of his smaller props in his brother's coffin at the funeral, this somehow causing an altercation with his father. Other relatives could not recall this argument. It would be almost a year after his brother's death before he would consider performing again. A flyer advertising a family night at a local Burger Chef found in his mother's personal effects makes mention of his magic act. It is dated for [WITHHELD], the likely date of his father's abrupt abandonment of the family.
Numerous staff members, all retired, from [WITHHELD] remember *** being enthusiastic on only a few topics, namely psychology, telecommunications, and government. Despite this, *** does not seem to have been a member of any extracurricular programs, opting instead to spend his days walking The Trees [FURTHER INFORMATION WITHHELD] ...with students described as "outcasts".
There were numerous incidents involving friends in which staff suspected *** acted as a ringleader or Svengali figure, but no major, provable behavioral problems were recorded or remembered until his senior year. A dispute over a parking space led to what we would now think of as a harassment campaign against the other student involved. This student claims to have received a barrage of "implied" death threats from ***, including phone calls and letters. He claims to have received one stating "I have pulled disappearing acts before and will again. Do you want to know what's on the other side of the curtain, Ronnie?" The student has long since discarded the letter.
One staff member recalled these events, stating insufficient evidence of ***'s involvement and the abrupt end of the harassment made the school refrain from anything more than a cursory investigation.
OHIO
Upon graduating high school and with virtually no known financial assets to his name, *** left behind a doting mother and what few friends he had to move to Ohio. No records of employment or residency can be found for this time, though "Martin" claims to have been recounted a number of events from this time period. Upon investigating Martin's claims, two acquaintances were found in [WITHHELD] with recollections of ***.
This is where "Quentin Rigby" enters the picture and muddies everything.
An employee and friendly acquaintance who worked as a waitress at [WITHHELD] remembers Rigby and *** well and as separate individuals. She claims to have briefly dated Rigby and to have frequented The Tavern [FURTHER INFORMATION WITHHELD] on nights off with the two.
A mutual friend of hers, the other acquaintance, claims to have never have seen Rigby and *** together, though you already know later reports contradict the idea of them being the same person. This is simply his version of events, and he admits to his memory from that time being hazy.
Quentin and *** were very similar, physically. Slim builds, average heights, brownish-blond hair, blue eyes. *** would claim Rigby was his brother, while Rigby would tell others that they had been friends in Indiana. None of ***'s classmates, family, or teachers can recall anyone like Rigby. I could find no suitable individuals nationwide using this name. He just suddenly appears in Ohio with *** one summer. And the name, I believe, will change.
The waitress claims that Rigby and *** were traveling salesmen who had decided to settle down in the city, though she could not elaborate on what exactly the two sold with any certainty. She recalls that both owned a large number of books and journals and that *** claimed to have discovered a system of "legitimately" claiming others' unclaimed money using telephone networks. She could not elaborate further.
Her friend, on the other hand, claims that it was well known amongst the patrons of The Tavern that Rigby was a burglar and conman. He recounted one elaborate ruse in which Rigby would pose as a journalist or producer for NPR or PBS in order to gain access to homes, ostensibly for human interest stories. He would find reasons to wander the house with his intended mark, noting items of value, gleaning information about his victims' routines and schedule, telling the mark to expect a call, and returning weeks later to burglarize the premises.
The inherent risks of such a con eventually became obvious to Rigby. During a "pre-interview" with one woman, her husband, himself a retired producer for a local CBS affiliate, openly questioned Rigby's credentials and unorthodox behavior and method. Rigby would later publicly lament the idea as "very, very stupid" and told patrons at The Tavern that he had run, screaming uncontrollably, from the producer's home "like a bat out of hell."
Martin says that *** and Rigby had told him of the reporter con, though with one significant difference: It was a two man job. *** would pose as the journalist/producer with Rigby performing the burglary alone later. He also mentions that they did not only steal items of value, but that *** would deliberately seek out parents of deceased children. Photos of the children and any easily found documentation on them would be stolen during the burglary. By the time *** moved to the Bay Area [FURTHER INFORMATION WITHHELD], he had amassed a sizable collection of personal documentation, the majority of which belonged to children who had passed.
The waitress and her friend say that Rigby and/or *** hit on hard times not long after this. Rigby would often borrow money from the waitress. Eventually owing her around $1,200, the duo disappeared in the autumn of [WITHHELD].
WYOMING
Martin would meet *** and "Johnny Pendleton" that winter. Martin was staying in Cheyenne for personal reasons which he would prefer not to disclose. Martin was living in The Motel [FURTHER INFORMATION WITHHELD] that *** and Pendleton would live their first few months in Wyoming. They told him they were brothers and that they had finally moved to their "dream town", funded by an unexplained windfall. The three established a close friendship, all of them being outsiders in the small city. Several months after arriving, *** and Pendleton would rent a house in a rural area outside of Cheyenne. They invited Martin to move in with them. Initially skeptical, financial necessity caused him to relent, and he moved in with them that summer.
Things were quiet and comfortable at first. With *** and Pendleton unemployed and Martin being paid under the table to work odd hours as a cook at a local restaurant, the two outsiders would often stay up late and sleep throughout the day. Martin recalls the two were starting to seem visibly strained and anxious by the beginning of fall, with *** often pacing and demanding the others "do something funny, be fun". Around this time, *** also began corresponding with individuals from out of state, leaving for unexplained weekend trips (sometimes accompanied by Pendleton), and collecting and reading newspapers from around the country.
That winter, *** and Pendleton converted the home's basement into an office, telling Martin they were resuming work as "business consultants". He does not recall them advertising themselves in any way other than possible phone solicitations, but that winter, and this speaks volumes as this was a true Wyoming winter, he estimates no less than ten men appeared on their doorstep to speak with *** and Pendleton personally.
Martin knows the two kept a safe and a locked filing cabinet in the office. He does not know beyond a doubt what was in them, but later events in the Bay Area would lead him to believe they were birth certificates, passports, social security cards, driver's licenses, and other assorted documentation, both forged and genuine. There was also a collection of VHS tapes, though he claims to never have watched any of them.
Over a year after the start of the consultation venture, Martin came home from work to discover Pendleton back from a "business trip" having dinner with two women. The entire party seemed inebriated, with the women appearing notably somber. Assuming it was a double date and that *** was in the bathroom, Martin made a derisive comment about his friends' ability to have a good time, at which point, Pendleton angrily shouted that they were his daughters and further demanded that Martin leave for the night. Doubtful of the familial claim as they appeared somewhat similar in age but frightened by Pendleton's aggression and the women's strange and stoic reaction to it, Martin says he left for the night, sleeping out in his car on the side of a country road.
When he returned the following morning, Pendleton and the women were gone. Asking *** about the events of the previous night, he was told "I have no idea who you're talking about. It's just the two of us here."
At this point, Martin is reticent about the rest of his stay in Wyoming. He claims he moved back to California shortly afterward with minimal discussion between him and ***.
And here is the gap. A substantial one. There are no clues that I have yet to find regarding what *** was doing in this time. Pendleton, who I believe to also be Rigby, disappears completely. All we know is that some years later, in [WITHHELD], *** appeared on Martin's doorstep.
CALIFORNIA
Martin claims that ***'s arrival at his Bay Area home was completely unannounced. He simply appeared one day with three suitcases and no transportation. Martin's motives for taking him in seem unclear, but he has dropped hints that *** had some sort of leverage against him.
I'll shoot straight with you here: Martin is extremely quiet on anything concerning personal details about *** and certain, practical matters concerning their cohabitation. He says things in the tone of a frustrated, former housemate. It is what lies in these complaints that is interesting.
Sometime in the years they were apart, *** had developed an obsession with the Internet. He saw the growing network as a way to spread a philosophy he had cultivated over the years and which Martin claims he wrote three "theses" on. Martin read one thesis but was never given any copies to keep.
The thesis was largely rambling and incoherent. Martin either couldn't or wouldn't describe its contents in detail, only saying that it was "a call for the creation of misery in the name of mystery" and "depressing... makes you feel guilty to read. I'm probably blanking on it on purpose, like subconsciously."
Martin recalls that *** would leave the house for hours at a time with no explanation as to where he had gone or why. He bought several computers and an unlocked filing cabinet he kept in his room. Martin went through the filing cabinet during one of ***'s outings and found the previously mentioned collection of documentation, including birth certificates, social security cards, and obituaries for numerous children who had died in Ohio [FURTHER INFORMATION WITHHELD].
Tensions growing, *** would intentionally intimidate Martin in a number of ways. He would frequently hint at the possibility that he had killed people, boast of his intelligence and fearlessness, and on one occasion, removed every lightbulb from the house, causing Martin, returning home from a late night cycling, to stumble in the dark until he had found a flashlight. Turning it on, he saw *** standing directly in front of him, smiling silently. *** then ran to his bedroom, slammed the door shut, and began laughing ceaselessly.
Not long after this last incident, Martin finally demanded *** to seek help or move out.
He was awakened that night by either a car pulling into his driveway or *** sitting on his bed. When *** noticed Martin was awake, he quietly said, "Follow me." He then guided Martin out to the driveway where a tan sedan was idling. The driver wore a "hobo mask" and remained silent as they drove to A Neighborhood [FURTHER INFORMATION WITHHELD]. Circling the neighborhood once, they eventually parked alongside a street and walked about four houses down. Instructing him and the driver to crouch and follow, quietly, the trio made their way around the back of the house. *** then found a window, made a small X on its frame with a permanent marker, and asked Martin who was inside.
Martin did not know. *** asked him to look closely, though the blinds were closed. Pointing at Martin's reflection, *** whispered, "It's you." He then placed the cap back on the marker and quietly said "We're done now." The three walked back to the car, but Martin was not allowed in. Left in the neighborhood, Martin made his way to a convenience store and used their pay phone to call a cab.
When he returned home, *** was gone, and his room was empty.
MANITOBA
This one took a little bit of luck and a lot of digging. You mentioned he may have been in Canada within the past two decades, and I was able to find one case involving either him or Rigby/Pendleton.
[FURTHER INFORMATION WITHHELD]
The trucker had been the subject of a lot of gossip within the town concerning a liaison between him and a younger woman that allegedly turned violent. Fearing reprisal from her family while out of town on work, he asked his friend, a neighbor, to keep an eye on his home.
Noticing the lights were on inside the house one night, his neighbor immediately called the police. The authorities arrived to find the intruder writing something in the kitchen. He was initially polite and accommodating, explaining that he was The Trucker's [FURTER INFORMATION WITHHELD] half-brother and that he had been asked to look after the house while his brother was away. He calmly told the police that his brother would actually be calling him to check in while at a stop in Yellowknife and that they were free to wait with him for the call.
Asking for identification, the intruder took out his wallet. In producing one ID, with the name of "Remy Jackson", a second ID issued in Wyoming became visible within the wallet's mesh. A sharp eyed officer noticed the Wyoming ID and asked to see it as well. The man calmly took out the second ID. It had a different name, and the man in the picture looked similar but not identical to the intruder. The name on this second ID was ***. Explaining that he had been holding on to the ID for a friend who had lost it and was driving back to the house to pick it up before leaving for the States, the police acquiesced to the plan of waiting for his "brother" to call and his friend to arrive. Thirty minutes later, the intruder asked to use the bathroom.
Normally in this sort of situation, an officer will check out the bathroom first and/or wait outside, but a number of bad calls were made that night, and the intruder was allowed to use the bathroom alone and unchecked
Not long after, the neighbors who had called the police, were sitting in their backyard, presumably eavesdropping or waiting out the events next door. Their conversation was interrupted as they saw a man crawling quickly along the ground behind the Trucker's house, moving away from the neighborhood. He turned back once to look at them, and as he did, he let out a silent but anguished looking scream. Upon realizing what was happening, they ran to the house, alerting the officers of the intruder's escape. He had left the sink running, and they had failed to hear the window opening.
The paper he had been writing on has since been lost. Its contents aren't recorded. No trace of the intruder was found.
There are two possibilities here. This was either Rigby/Pendleton or ***. With the amount of subterfuge these two subject themselves and others to, it's hard to say. It did take a lot of work to find this information, and the possibility of it being *** is decent. I figured you'd want to know.
[LOCATION WITHHELD]
[BAMBOS] seems to think he has not actually encountered *** in person. I have reason to doubt that.
Bambos claims he has been stalked online and over the phone by *** since the conclusion of their project, but it took some time before he realized who I was talking about. Apparently, he never knew *** by name. I know this is the part of everything you're most familiar with, but I thought maybe you didn't know this: I believe, for a brief period of time, Bambos and either Rigby or *** lived in the same apartment complex.
Bambos says a little over a year after he moved in, an "older man" moved in across the hall, three doors down. Up until about a month before this new tenant moved in, Bambos had been receiving harassing emails and calls nonstop. They ended with no real resolution, and the timing of the new tenant's arrival seemed suspect. Bambos conceded that between his forums accounts, emails to ***, phone number, and involvement on the project, it would have been possible for someone to deduce his identity and location.
The man kept running into Bambos in the parking lot and hall, at all hours of the day. The man would make constant, unsuccessful attempts at small talk. His voice seemed familiar to Bambos, but it didn't seem to completely match the voice on the calls he had recorded. Still, he appeared to be watching and waiting for Bambos. Eventually Bambos had a paranoid breakdown and began screaming at the man in their hallway. The two talked with a neighbor mediating, and while he wouldn't give specifics, he did say the conversation eased his suspicions. Bambos later moved out for unrelated reasons.
There's just one thing I wanted to get in to here.
I talked to the landlady. Not long after Bambos moved out, the older man was caught "tampering" with the hallway's smoke detector in the middle of the night. He made up a story about wanting to test it, all the while holding the disassembled detector in his hands. The landlady let it slide. He was caught on a separate occasion, by the same tenant who had initially caught him with the smoke detector, trying jimmy his way into Bambos' old apartment. He told them he had drank a little too much, lost his keys, and gotten confused about which apartment was his. They let it slide again. A week after that, the tenant who had reported him woke with him in her room, sitting on her bed. He told her that he was going to go, but that he had left her a gift. He told her that he was a nightmare. He told her that she needed to go back to sleep.
She lay still until he left. She spoke of it once, the next day, to the landlady. She begged for the police not to be called and aggressively denied that any sort of gift had actually been left. The landlady and a maintenance worker went to the man's apartment, knocked, waited a while, and eventually realized they should check the parking lot. His car was gone. When they entered the apartment, it was empty.
Bambos is not comfortable revealing his current location, and as per your instructions, I have not informed him of the other developments.
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There's a lot of interesting things going on with this guy. You so sure you want to write a book about just an art project? Haha. Either way, hope it's going well. Let me know what you'll be needing next.