I'm just letting Bryan Anderson and the PSPD know one very important thing. I laid the ground work tonight for a very important conversation to be held. I am not joking around any longer. My family is in danger and I won't tolerate one more second of panic attacks and danger. I have carried the weight of this torture for far too long. I am ready to fall over from this pressure that Jeffrey, Missy and Laurie have weighed me down with for years. Bryan had an obligation to do something for my family long ago and since he's decided not to do it, I am going to take care of it once and for all.
This decision is based on Jeffrey's idea to keep Christopher hidden and my police opportunities with San Diego canceled. He has no right to take away viable work from me. I need to be working and making money so that I can provide for myself right now and I can't do that safely. Jeffrey refuses to allow that to happen. He's taken every single opportunity for me to work with law enforcement away from me in favor of torturing me with Christopher and my best friend close enough to humiliate me.
Jeffrey will not allow me to work. He won't allow me to make money so that I can survive. He will not allow me to talk to an attorney or a police officer or any of the witnesses that I've developed or the other informant in this case. He's taken every single step to hide evidence and witnesses from me and gag all of the families of my friends from contacting me. He is literally trying to kill me. I need to do something for my family before Laurie does something fatal to someone else. She's threatened as recently as yesterday to "eliminate members of my family". This can't go on.
Christopher has forsaken my entire family.
When I am finished with this conversation, I am heading to San Diego to have another conversation with another police chief about some other officers because when you have a serial killer amongst you, a millionaire's reputation shouldn't be the most important thing. I have been this close to being killed for nearly thirty eight years. I am tired of living under the specter of death every single minute of my life. I am constantly being told how I don't matter. I am constantly being told that I am nothing to anyone. I am constantly being reminded that my life is nothing. Jeffrey is a constant reminder that poor means nothing. I'm going to my best to do something to remind him that poor is what he use to be.
I get that I am the butt of the joke that Jeffrey, Missy and Marilyn set up. My best friend and my boyfriend watched me get tortured and did nothing. One is a cop and the other is a police informant. Ha ha, joke is on me and I look like I don't have friends that don't have their heads up their asses. Maybe I just look like I have bad friends or I'm a bad friend or whatever. Whatever your preference is understand this, I move past this stuff quickly. I don't have time to worry about what other people's problems are once they make the decisions that they do. I will deal with them when the time comes. What I do with them is my business. You can expect that it isn't going to be something that they will enjoy nor I, but that's the way this goes. You learn whom your true friends are and the rest go into another category. It's just the way things work out.
Moving on.
Next. There is a certain way of handling bad cops. You have to steer clear of Palm Springs. That I know. One thing I do know is this. I know we have a Justice Dept DNA report that can get the Chief of Police fired. That one is going to a U.S. Attorney. That one is going to be very difficult to explain, but with Bryan's association with Laurie, I think we may know why it went off the radar for good.
There are many ways to justice folks...we are exploring the options now.
When I am finished with this conversation, I am heading to San Diego to have another conversation with another police chief about some other officers because when you have a serial killer amongst you, a millionaire's reputation shouldn't be the most important thing. I have been this close to being killed for nearly thirty eight years. I am tired of living under the specter of death every single minute of my life. I am constantly being told how I don't matter. I am constantly being told that I am nothing to anyone. I am constantly being reminded that my life is nothing. Jeffrey is a constant reminder that poor means nothing. I'm going to my best to do something to remind him that poor is what he use to be.
I get that I am the butt of the joke that Jeffrey, Missy and Marilyn set up. My best friend and my boyfriend watched me get tortured and did nothing. One is a cop and the other is a police informant. Ha ha, joke is on me and I look like I don't have friends that don't have their heads up their asses. Maybe I just look like I have bad friends or I'm a bad friend or whatever. Whatever your preference is understand this, I move past this stuff quickly. I don't have time to worry about what other people's problems are once they make the decisions that they do. I will deal with them when the time comes. What I do with them is my business. You can expect that it isn't going to be something that they will enjoy nor I, but that's the way this goes. You learn whom your true friends are and the rest go into another category. It's just the way things work out.
Moving on.
Next. There is a certain way of handling bad cops. You have to steer clear of Palm Springs. That I know. One thing I do know is this. I know we have a Justice Dept DNA report that can get the Chief of Police fired. That one is going to a U.S. Attorney. That one is going to be very difficult to explain, but with Bryan's association with Laurie, I think we may know why it went off the radar for good.
There are many ways to justice folks...we are exploring the options now.


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