The Pancake Family

=Original Story to be found here= = How’s my complexion? That pale, huh? Jesus, I bet I look like a ghost. I’m still in shock, I think. I feel like I’ve bled out two gallons. = 

I’m sorry to ramble. It’s just that I’m… what’s the word for it?



Detached?



Strange feeling. Seen it enough times in the field. After all I’ve been through, I figured if I was ever going to experience it myself then I would have experienced it by now. I feel like I’m floating outside of my body. Just cut the cord and I’d float away.



Did you see the crime scene?



 INTERVIEWER:  No.



Do yourself a favor. Don’t. Don’t even look at the pictures. Don’t even touch the file. You’ll thank me later.



I can’t get my knees to stop rattling. Is that why you’re holding onto your coffee like that? I’m shaking the table, aren’t I? Hold on a second, let me back up my chair. There, that’s better.



 INTERVIEWER: '' Thanks, Hob. Can you confirm for the record that you’re waiving your right to an attorney?''

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">No, I’m still not interested in an attorney. I mean, yes, I’m waiving my rights. Sorry.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;"> INTERVIEWER:  Are you sure?

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Yes.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;"> INTERVIEWER:  Let the record show that Detective Hobson Milgate, retired, has waived his right to an attorney.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I won’t need a lawyer after the DA stops puking and considers taking it public. There’s no way they’re showing that to a jury. There’s nothing harder than mercy, sometimes. I did what I had to do. It just happened to be hard and ugly.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;"> INTERVIEWER:  Are you hungry?

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">No. No, I think I’d just puke again if you gave me anything.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;"> INTERVIEWER:  Are you ready to begin?

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">No, but I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;"> INTERVIEWER:  What led you to the crime scene on the night in question?

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Would you believe I was planning a fishing trip before all of this started?

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Nevermind.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">It was a reporter. Name of Stacy Bamer. She contacted me a week ago by email and claimed she had new information on the Driscoll murders. I was the lead investigator and I’m sure you know the case had gone unsolved for twenty years. Case was cold as ice.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I thought it was a gag at first. You know how that can be. Most of the time it’s not even on purpose. Everyone thinks they know something that will crack a case wide open. The Driscoll murders were a big story around these parts. Over the years, I must’ve gotten a couple hundred fake leads.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I handed the investigation over to Detective Warren Caroll when I retired, but I didn’t want him to be bothered with any fake bullshit. I know he’s busy with all that new gang activity that’s going on. Since she contacted me, I figured I’d check it out for him as a courtesy. I wasn’t expecting it to go anywhere.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I met her for lunch at Puryear’s Cafe. She was a good-looking blonde gal, so she didn’t fit the typical profile of a hoaxer. Not that I put too much faith in profiles, after forty years. She also might have been one of those creepy gals that gets off on death. God knows I’ve dealt with enough of those.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">She seemed normal enough, but I still thought she might be pulling my leg, or maybe she had been fooled too, but she had a file with her. It contained what appeared to be a confession by the Driscoll… well, he wasn’t a murderer was he?

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I really do wish he had been, you know.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">It would have been so much better for everyone.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;"> INTERVIEWER:  Can you please fill us in on the relevant details of the Driscoll case?

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Let’s see, it would have been twenty years ago now. As I’ve said twenty years ago there was a disappearance. Thinking of all those years… I mean, twenty goddamn years. That’s a long time…

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;"> INTERVIEWER:  Take your time, Hob.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">The Driscolls were a family of six out in the suburbs. Upper middle class. Father was an attorney, mother ran her own business selling pottery out of the house. Even had her own kiln. Four children, all high school age and below. Good kids. Honor roll. No criminal records to speak of. The oldest son was caught smoking dope at his high school once, but nothing much besides that. Just the typical stuff you find when you look at people too closely.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">They disappeared October 13th, 1994. No trace was found of the bodies. That’s why it made the press go crazy. You still see it show up on some of those unsolved mystery shows. A whole family disappeared and no one saw a thing. No one knew where they went.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">A neighbor lodged a sound complaint, which is how we found the scene. There was an alarm going off and the neighbor called it in. Figured it might have been a fire. When no one answered the door, the patrolman went in to investigate. There were obvious signs of a struggle in the youngest daughter’s bedroom. The bed had been flipped over and the sheets were torn. We found elevated concentrations of carbon monoxide in the fabric of all the bedspreads except the youngest daughter’s. The alarm was a carbon monoxide detector, which is how we knew to look. The neighbor indicated the sound had been going on for over a day, and he’d been unable to get anyone to answer the door during that time. We also found several aluminum canisters and some hoses in a dumpster a few blocks away. At the time, we assumed the Driscolls had been gassed and disposed of at a different location. Excepting, of course, the daughter who woke up at the end and put up a struggle.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">The investigation gave no leads. Of course, our first thought was that the father did it. We checked it out but he didn’t have motive. No leads to check out. Same with the mother. Surviving family checked out clean, too. The father had a few clients who might have had motive, but the means weren’t there. He was a divorce lawyer, but not for anybody who could have taken out an entire family without leaving evidence. There was a chemistry teacher who lived three blocks away and we investigated him for a while because of the canisters but he alibied out. Same with a dentist who lived nearby. The wife had an online flirtation with some kid out in England but nothing adulterous and he wasn’t even in the country at the time of the murder.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">We settled, unhappily, on the idea of a random killing. Hardest pieces of shit to catch. We must have sunk tens of thousand of man hours into this case, tracking down leads.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">The canisters had been stolen from a laboratory ten miles away. There was no security footage. We couldn’t find any leads on the thief. After more than six months the investigation went cold.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">The Driscolls had been knocked out and abducted. Like I said, no one ever found the bodies. Who was to say they hadn’t just run off?

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Until, well, you know the rest of that. I’d rather only talk about that once.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;"> INTERVIEWER:  What can you tell us about how the confession wound up with Miss Bamer?

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">She’d been following the case for some years, both personally and as a reporter. Like I said, it captured the imagination of a lot of people. Even seemingly normal folks thought it could have been aliens, ghosts or demons. Miss Bamer published a retrospective on the murders given the twenty year anniversary. It caused a renewed interest, which happened from time to time. As usual, I declined to comment citing lack of new evidence. I remembered her asking for my quote though, which is why I accepted the lunch meeting.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">After publication of the article, Miss Bamer claimed that she had been sent a file. She wished to have me authenticate. The most pertinent part of the file was a confession. I assured Miss Bamer that such false documents are not uncommon, especially on older cases like this, and that I’d personally heard two dozen confessions of the Driscoll murders. She was insistent. Once I felt she wasn’t trying to pull off a hoax or getting off on the idea of talking about a murder, I agreed to the meeting.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">She stated it had been mailed to her in the same envelope she showed to me when we met for lunch.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;"> INTERVIEWER:  Can you describe its contents?

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Old newspaper clippings outlining the progress of my investigation. They seemed appropriately yellowed, so I’d guess they were from the trophy book of the perpetrator. There were also six photos alleging to be of the individual members of the Driscoll family, as well as several other photos of the… facility where they had been taken.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">My hands won’t stop shaking, see? I’m trying as hard as I can and I just can’t make it happen. I’ll have to ask the paramedic for a sedative when I’m done with the statement. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep, otherwise. No, I’m fine for now. I don’t want anything to interfere with my recollection for your recording.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Just carrying it around in my head is like… sorry, I’ll stay focused.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">The photos were of the Driscoll family, of course. At the time I didn’t know that. The photos had aged poorly and they could have been of anyone. It was very hard to distinguish features. However, given the elaborate nature of the file I figured it did warrant a further look.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">As to the confession letter, well, it was brief. It gave an address. That’s the first thing I noticed. I couldn’t locate the address online, which meant it had to be old. The confession letter said, ‘Stop printing lies. I never killed anyone. It just took a while to get them ready for breakfast.’ There was no signature included.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I just remembered something.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">God damnit.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">We got sent a breakfast menu a month after the disappearance! Someone had drawn a red circle around a picture of pancakes. The letter said ‘They’re not dead, they’re getting ready for breakfast!’ We put it in the junk lead file.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Oh God.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;"> INTERVIEW:  Detective Milgate, do you need a moment?

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I’ll have to ask the paramedic for a sedative when I’m done with the statement. Can you, uh, make sure they’re ready with one? This is going to be rough.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">We did try to track down that menu. We could never find out where it had come from. It wasn’t any place local. The identifying information had been cut out.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;"> INTERVIEWER:  Why did you decide to personally investigate the location mentioned in the letter?

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a hoax. I still wasn’t convinced. I’ve had twenty years of people sending me fake evidence. I guess maybe the case captured my imagination too. I always imagined one day I’d think of something I’d overlooked and solve the whole thing. Felt unbelievable to have someone dump the whole thing in my lap. I needed to see with my own two eyes.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Miss Bamer had pinpointed the location with city records, but neither of us was sure if it was still there. It was an abandoned industrial building. The last time it had a valid mailing address was fifty years ago. It might have caved in for all we knew.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I think I also wanted to be the one to crack it. Whether or not it was dumped in my lap. That case has hung over my head for twenty years.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Miss Bamer and I agreed to meet there the following morning.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;"> INTERVIEWER:  Can you describe the crime scene?

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Yes.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">It was an industrial building, as I stated. Approximately one hundred twenty feet long by maybe forty-five feet wide. It was a wooden structure and at first the condition seemed to match the neighboring buildings, however I noticed the facade had been recently patched in a few locations. Further investigation also revealed that the entrance had been chained and locked. My understanding was that it used to be a sheet metal shop. At least… excuse me, is there a bucket? I might vomit.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I thought I was empty.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">No, I want to get this done with. Then I’m going to want that sedative.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I could smell something from inside the building. Very faintly. I figured that would count as probable cause, not that I need it as a civilian, but you never forget the way a corpse smells. They were… bad enough they had that same smell.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I hadn’t forgotten how to pick a lock, so I let myself inside.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">You know, I really do wish they had been corpses. I really do wish he had been a serial killer. I really do.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Do you believe me?

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Please say you believe me.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;"> INTERVIEWER:  ''I do. Can you describe the interior of the building?''

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I’m trying to focus through this. I really am. I’m sorry, it’s just that I’d like to go to sleep after this for a very long time. Is the paramedic here? Is the sedative ready?

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Thank God.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">The warehouse had not been as abandoned as we were previously led to believe. The interior had a hallway with six rooms. The construction was old but visibly newer than the rest of the building. The walls between each room had been soundproofed. There were no windows to the outside or doorways between the rooms themselves. The only access was through the hallway.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I tried to make Miss Bamer leave at that point. The smell was stronger, inside.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">The rooms, uh, the rooms contained presses. Hydraulic presses. Four foot by eight foot custom presses. I couldn’t figure out what they were at first, because they were hovering over what looked like hospital beds. There were IV bags in each room as well as other medical equipment.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">That’s how he kept them alive for so long, of course.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I think I might be seeing black spots.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;"> INTERVIEWER:  Do you need to take a break?

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">The idea of having to start this again is worse than the idea of finishing it.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;"> INTERVIEWER:  Then please describe your next course of action.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">The building was obviously an active crime scene. I had no doubt at this point. I was in the lair of what I believed to be a serial killer.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I tried to tell Miss Bamer to leave several times. She refused on the grounds that it would not be right to leave me on my own. There wasn’t much time to make an issue out of it. My opinion of her was that she was a bit nosey but basically alright and I didn’t think she’d be a liability if she stayed out of my way. I had to make a judgment call as to whether or not I should proceed on my own in case the family was somehow, impossibly, still alive and perhaps in danger or if I should leave and call for back-up. I had told my wife where I was going previously so I knew my absence would be noted and reported if the worst happened. Neither of us could get cell phone reception.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Sorry, I’m rambling.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">It was then that I heard… not even a gasp. It was like a gasp, but not really. I don’t want to describe it anymore than that. There was a sound. It drew my attention further on. I had to act. That’s all the matters.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">There were some stairs at the very far end of the warehouse descending into a basement. I told Miss Bamer to remain behind and pulled my service revolver. I had a flashlight on my person as well, and turned it on as I descended into the basement.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">The basement had been hand dug. Maybe even over the course of the entire twenty year disappearance. I don’t know. The floor was dirt and there was a tunnel that retreated back far enough that it had to be supported with struts at regular intervals. When my flashlight first illuminated the… stack…

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I wish they’d been dead.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I wish he’d been a serial killer.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;"> INTERVIEWER:  Please take a moment.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">After I… after I recovered my first thought was ‘Thank God, they are all dead.’

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">[Gagging]

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">How am I supposed to go on with my life after this? I’m sixty-four years old for Christ’s sake. I’m not a young man who can forget things anymore. When you’re young you have this sense that you’re invincible and that you’re never going to die. I don’t have that to protect me anymore.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Look at me whining, when they had that done to them.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">It’s my fault. I should have found them. Saved them, somehow.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;"> INTERVIEWER: '' I’m sorry, Hob, I’ve got to ask. Can you describe the scene?''

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Yeah-

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">[Gagging]

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I can.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I didn’t know what I was looking at, at first. Hell, I still don’t. It was… well, it was a stack. Maybe two feet thick. From the stink and coloring it was obviously made of flesh. I thought maybe he’d hacked them up and stacked them up in pieces. That would have been bad enough. The first thing that alerted me to the truth was the eyeball. On the top of the stack was a perfectly round eyeball in the middle of a socket that had been distorted to the size of a saucer. That’s when I realized what I was looking at was…

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Twenty goddamn years of torture, basically.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">He had the entire Driscoll family under those presses for twenty years, keeping them alive on an IV drip, increasing the pressure on them so very slowly that their bodies had time to adapt, until they’d been flatted like… well, like pancakes. He squished them by about a quarter inch every year for twenty years. Then he’d pulled them out when they were too broken and wretched to move, without any chance of recovery and stacked them on top of each other. I’ve got no idea what for. I don’t want to know.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">And I was still thinking “Thank God they’re all dead” when the one on top started gasping again.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;"> INTERVIEWER:  What did they say?

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Nothing at first. It couldn’t speak without help. I think… it would have been Avery Driscoll. Not that I could tell much about the gender or the age. But the hair was blonde where there was hair. The head was a mess of scars. I think the son of a bitch who did this must have removed parts of their skulls. I’ve got no idea how he got their heads so flat, otherwise. Not as flat as the rest of the bodies but flat. Who the hell knows how their brains handled that. Their lips were punctured by teeth everywhere, after the presses had flattened out their noses, I guess.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Avery was fourteen when he disappeared.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I’ve stopped shaking.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Goddamn weird the way our bodies work, isn’t it?

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">What else?

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">There was a machine. A sort of pump. I followed a hose with my flashlight and realized everyone in the stack was hooked up to the pump. I don’t think they could breathe on their own, you see. Not after a while. There simply wasn’t enough volume for their lungs to inflate. There was some sort of opening cut right into each of their chests. There was a switch on the pump. I don’t know why I pressed it. I was in a panic. I wanted to do something. Maybe some stupid part of me thought that it I switched it on they would inflate and be okay.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I switched it. It increased the volume of air to the topmost hose. I could hear the pump working harder.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Which is when Avery Driscoll started to scream.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">He begged me to kill him. He said other things too. He didn’t make much sense. He was in pain and I would hope he had gone insane several years previously.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;"> INTERVIEWER:  Oh my God.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">My thoughts exactly.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I didn’t know what to do. He wouldn’t stop screaming. I believe he was convinced I was his torturer. A closer look at his eye revealed that it was mostly a mess of white scar tissue. He was as blind as a bat. You know, I spoke with some burn victims once. They told me that they managed to find meaning and purpose again after a while. I don’t know how anyone in the Driscoll family could have done that.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I stated my name. I told him I was a detective. I told him I was there to help. I repeated it over and over again, knowing of course there was nothing that anyone anywhere could do to help.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Miss Bamer arrived, drawn by the sound. Before she saw the stack she told me that I had screamed and she had come to help, but I do not remember having done so. Nevertheless she arrived. Then she saw the stack and screamed but I was intent on Avery Driscoll. He was able to hear. He became lucid for a few moments. It was a strain to understand what he said, but I will never be able to forget it.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">“Please kill me. It hurts. I don’t want to be a monster. Please kill me and tell my family I died a long time ago. I don’t know if they’re still looking for me. Don’t let them know what happened to me. Please kill me.”

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">He could still cry and he did, although his tear ducts were too deformed for it to be noticeable.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I should have forced Miss Bamer to leave. That is the only action in the matter which I regret more than failing to solve the case twenty years ago. Not just for her own sake, but for what she did next. I don’t think she could have wounded them anymore deeply if she’d tried. She took away the last comfort any of them in that stack had. You see, they had not been able to speak to one another for twenty years.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">She said, “That’s all of them isn’t it? That’s the entire Driscoll family. They’re all alive in there. The whole family.”

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">For twenty years, each member of the Driscoll family had been unaware their fellow inmates were the other members of their family. They’d all been holding out hope their family was okay. All been dreaming someone out there loved them and was free from suffering.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Do you know what the screams of six people tortured over two decades, smashed down to a width of four inches sounds like when they’re all stacked on top of one another?

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">It sounds like the gates of hell swinging open.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">INTERVIEWER: I think that is enough, Detective Milgate.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Not yet.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">I shot them. Mercy is hard, but I owed it to them. I am the one that failed to save them. It only took one bullet to go all the way through. I emptied my revolver, though. To make sure they didn’t linger. To give them that final peace.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">It was the only kindness I had to give them.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">We left and called for back-up after that. Neither Miss Bamer nor I wished to remain with the bodies. I elected not to follow the crime scene investigators back into the basement. I asked if I could make my statement and leave and after one of them saw what I had seen they agreed.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">May I have my sedative now?

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;"> INTERVIEWER:  Yes… yes, of course.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Please show in the paramedic. I’ll roll up my sleeve. My wife has diabetes so I’m well aware of the routine. Oh, and please make sure you have the same courtesy available for Miss Bamer. She seemed to have it worse than me, after. Poor woman couldn’t even throw up or cry.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;"> INTERVIEWER: '' Of course. Do you know where she is now? She told the lead at the crime scene she was going home but we haven’t been able to reach her.''

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">Did you try the paper?

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;"> INTERVIEWER:  Which paper?

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;">The Daily World.

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<p style="box-sizing:inherit;font-family:inherit;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:1.6842em;outline:0px;"> INTERVIEWER: '' Are you sure? There is no Stacy Bamer on staff with the Daily World.''