Can't you just hear him? "That outta show him," snarling out of that bald ego maniac's mouth!
Yeah, we get it Jeff, you're rich and you get what you want no matter what the cost is. That makes you important. How noble it is for you and your son to hold everyone's lives in your hands and act like you didn't destroy people to do it. Not the kind of person that makes friendships, the kind that destroys them. I know a girl like that too...she raped your son. Not that it matters to you.
I dug myself out of the last two graves that Lori had someone construct...so nice that she has you to help her do so much damage. Regardless, I'm barely living in a place that is so suitable for Jeffrey's example. This is what he promised my sister he would do with my $30,000? I want a fucking refund...and a better team. This shit isn't working at all. I'm in a worse situation than ever in terms of fighting this crime. He's paid for everyone's silence...or lied for it.
It's a grave, not an opportunity.
What I warned all of you about has happened. I wrote to the parents of my friends and told them that Lori would do something to try to take money from you and try to act as if she was involved in this investigation. You fell for it...all the way. I told you that nobody should exploit the victims and their families or insult them by acting like this isn't our common problem. Jeffrey did all of that, according to Lori LaFond and Missy Erickson.
Every single female that worked at the Gentlemen's Club on Perez Road, has had a hand in destroying the futures of the men that were savagely destroyed by them. There really isn't one that stands out any longer. Barbara has gone. There is nobody here to take her place. Run out of town by the little girl who never should have known her. What's here is the skeleton of the organized criminals hovering over my family as if something is about to die.
New to this entire mellow drama is this entire team that shit on everyone for their own gain. The amount of money they made during the past ten years puts teachers to shame...and they would have been here without me? There was a time when they were trusted but that time has long since passed. There is a pending feeling of doom inside me right now...it feels like death.
I know that sounds kind of morose and depressed, but this hasn't exactly been a step forward. I have to live with the fact some jackass came along and bought up my friends. That makes me sick. Sicker, I should say. What's worse, he used my money to do it.
That I've lost interest in this entire project is not true, but under the circumstances I am diminished to destruction. He's used every single psychological method of torture that Missy Erickson taught him. Jeffrey has learned not to feel or to do anything for the damage he's helped to cause. There isn't any real reason to believe he'll ever change or ever be held accountable for his misuse of power and money.
