What Are the Odds?

After I was raped I moved out of the area to Hesperia, California.  The rape investigation, at the time, was focusing on DNA evidence that once warranted the interview and testing of two suspects, but then disappeared into thin air when the suspects that were tested weren't the two that were suspected..."Lisa" told me that the two suspects were her cousin and someone else...and that the police conclusively knew it was them....but that's not the story here:

While living in Hesperia, my roommate was best friends with former County Assessor, Bill Postmus....Tracy Johnson, in her infinite wisdom, found out about this and contacted Mr. Postmus before he was convicted to see if she could sell him some meth....this is evidenced by a handwritten note found in the former Assessor's office with directions to the La Palme Apartments in Palm Springs where Tracy lives.  Because of my friendship with my roommate, I knew a lot about the Postmus case, and thusly so did Tracy Johnson. So when she found out that he was accused of using methamphetamine and that he was gay...it was a natural that she #1 contact my roommate to have me thrown out of that home and #2 contact Bill Postmus to see if she could sell him drugs.

Don't take my word for it...former San Bernardino Sun Reporter, Lauren McSherry, was the reporter that contacted me about the handwritten note found in Bill's office...and now it all makes sense.....

Wouldn't it make sense that the area's #1 Mortgage Fraud perpetrator and meth dealer would want to have a friendship with the Meth Addicted County Assessor...especially since he is gay?????   I reported this to the police and to the special prosecutor in the Postmus case, but, as usual Leah Fauntleroy...fucked all of this information up as well.