There's a sweet aroma of coffee filtering through the air as I type this message to my followers, all of you Truth Seekers. Well, the truth the other night was disturbing. I realize I left my last post on a bit of a cliff-hanger, if you will, and I apologize for that. Let me explain exactly what happened.
As I was typing about the flyers now posted around town with Sarah's face plastered on them, there was a small commotion outside. When I checked through the window in my room, I saw flashing blue lights in the parking lot. A man in a tan uniform was speaking to the manager of the motel and I saw them point in my direction. A gut feeling kicked in and told me I needed to get out quick.
Lucky for me, there was not much to grab. After typing the last sentence on my blog, I closed the laptop and slipped out the bathroom window in the back of the motel. Sprinting across the foot bridge I discovered early last week, I hid myself in the brush.
From my vantage point, I could see the officer approach my motel room door. Something curious happened then. He removed his pistol from the holster and aimed at the front door. He knocked loudly and pressed the barrel against the door. Instantly, I knew what was supposed to happen. I was meant to answer the door and he was meant to shoot me.
The officer seemed worried when no one answered. From my hiding spot, I watched as the officer kicked in the door and slipped inside. A few minutes later, he came out of the room talking on his cell phone. Probably taking orders from some sort of handler.
For about an hour, I waited in the bushes and eventually the officer left the scene but I was afraid to go back to the motel. No doubt there was someone watching the place. Going back there would mean certain death. Naturally, I left the area and remained under the radar the rest of the night.
Yesterday was a little tricky. There was a need to get back into my car and get my bag, the one which contains all of my gear. Luckily, the officer at the motel did not take anything. My assumption, he couldn't take anything as there was no crime committed. It tells me that not all of the officers are aware of this conspiracy. Otherwise, they would have taken everything from me.
As carefully as I could, I scoped out the motel. There was a car sitting down the road, a person behind the wheel. They seemed to be watching the motel and I knew I couldn't risk going back. Not at that moment. Instead, I slipped away and headed off down the road, only my laptop in my hand.
Of course, I couldn't find WiFi anywhere safe. Instead, I carefully made my way around town and eventually landed at a baseball field. Unlucky for me, it was only a few blocks away from the police station but I had to take the chance. I needed somewhere safe to stay the night. The dugout was the perfect shelter.
Waiting until night, I curled up under the bench and powered up my laptop. Seeing there was no WiFi available, I shut the laptop and went off to sleep. It wasn't a full night of sleep, mind you. Every little noise made me jump. I probably got about two total hours.
Which brings me to now. When a local coffee shop opened up, I ran inside and bought a coffee and set up my laptop. I can see the police station from here and it seems like the officer who was willing to kill me two nights ago is at work.
I don't know what's going on here but I have a lead now. Sarah Waiter's home needs to be checked out. After I'm finished writing this post, I'm going to head over to her place and see what I can find out. There has to be some clues there to her disappearance. At the very least, I need to figure out who she was and what's so important about her.
In any conspiracy, you must ask yourself a few major questions in order to validate their likelihood. The number one question I always ask myself, who benefits from it? In this case, who wants Sarah gone? That I can't answer yet.
The second question you must ask yourself is what does it accomplish? For example, the events of September 11th, 2001 sparked a war that our government had a high interest in. Not to mention the oil they so desperately wanted control of in the middle east. But in this case, I have no idea what her disappearance accomplishes. In order to find that out I must ask one final question.
Who could be behind it? Well, I already know the local police, at least some of them, are behind this conspiracy. Since it's all I know, I must start there. Knowing who, even partially, gives me a lead towards answering my other questions. I promise, Truth Seekers, I will find out what this accomplishes and who benefits from it. All in due time, though.
For now, I should sign off. There's much that needs to be done before the day is out. Under the cover of night, I plan to return to my car and retrieve my bag of gear. I only hope it isn't being watched. Unfortunately, I can't use my car. At least not for the time being. Hang in there everyone. This conspiracy won't stay hidden for long.