Chapter 1. This is the story behind one of the greatest man hunts in history.

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

it probably is some minor item buried somewhere in 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 streets, waiting for a girlfriend to give her a lift home.

Cheryl Hughes was 23, 5 feet 5.5 and 1 1⁄2 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 her small frame

house off the corner of Ninth and Bridger.

Cheryl Hughes, en route to Redoom.

En route to Redoom. Oh, no, no. No, that.

Oh, that!

Oh, oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh! Help! Oh, I'm going to It's odd.

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