Chapter 1.

This is the story behind one of the greatest manhunts in history.

Maybe you read about it, or rather what they let you read about it,

probably is some minor item buried somewhere on a back page.

However, what happened in that city between May 16th and May 28th of this year

was so incredible that to this day the facts have been suppressed in a massive effort to save certain political careers from disaster and law enforcement officials from embarrassment.

This will be the last time I will ever discuss these events with anyone. So when you have

finished this bizarre account, judge for yourself its believability, and then try to

tell yourself wherever you may be, It couldn't happen here.

Sunday, May 16th.

At approximately 2.30 a.m. Cheryl Hughes was standing at the intersection of Casino Center in Fremont⁄2 inches tall, 118 pounds, blonde hair, light brown eyes, swing shift change girl at the gold dust

saloon.

Cheryl Hughes, tired and hungry, but just mad enough to walk the eight blocks to a small frame house off the corner of ninth and Bridger

Cheryl Hughes, en route to her doom. Help!

Help! Oh, the, a, Oh,

Oh, Oh,

The

And And And

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... ... ... I'm going to It's odd. No evidence of dependent lividity either. Peel back the chest flat please. This should do it.

It's incredible. Began the gross work on internal organs.

I'm going to phone the district attorney.

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