About: Mark Meltzer Writings: Days 33-43

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I was right… I am being watched… but not by who (or what) I thought. I tracked down Lutwidge’s warehouse office (lab?) today. Still in legal limbo the burnt-out back area in disguise. Signs of squatters… much of what was here must have been picked apart by scavengers. Nothing valuable left. Just a box of old reel-to-reel tapes in a fire-proof box shoved on a back shelf, hidden by burnt timbers. Most of the tapes looked damaged warped by the heat. I shoved one into the inner pocket of my trench-coat as I crawled back out. The second I reached the street lights blasts in my face.

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rdfs:comment	I was right… I am being watched… but not by who (or what) I thought. I tracked down Lutwidge’s warehouse office (lab?) today. Still in legal limbo the burnt-out back area in disguise. Signs of squatters… much of what was here must have been picked apart by scavengers. Nothing valuable left. Just a box of old reel-to-reel tapes in a fire-proof box shoved on a back shelf, hidden by burnt timbers. Most of the tapes looked damaged warped by the heat. I shoved one into the inner pocket of my trench-coat as I crawled back out. The second I reached the street lights blasts in my face.
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abstract	I was right… I am being watched… but not by who (or what) I thought. I tracked down Lutwidge’s warehouse office (lab?) today. Still in legal limbo the burnt-out back area in disguise. Signs of squatters… much of what was here must have been picked apart by scavengers. Nothing valuable left. Just a box of old reel-to-reel tapes in a fire-proof box shoved on a back shelf, hidden by burnt timbers. Most of the tapes looked damaged warped by the heat. I shoved one into the inner pocket of my trench-coat as I crawled back out. The second I reached the street lights blasts in my face. Stango & 2 beat cops. They shook me down. (Somehow missed the tape reel or didn’t realize it was from warehse) Hauled me back to the station, sat me on the chair and sweated me for 3 hours. Everything but the rubber hose. Stango finally gave up & and slapped me with a bogus crim. trespass charge. (It would never stand up if fought it no clear owner w title to file complaint! But I coughed up the bail & and will deal with the fine if it comes to that. Not worth the fghit fight.) Not positive what Stango’s chasing… But from what he was asking he thinks I kidnapped my own daughter? Have her locked up somewhere? Poss. to draw interest attn. to my research. Clearly thinks I’m crazy possibly danger “to my self & others.” Makes me wonder if he’s been in touch with Amanda or Dr. Lyman we know what THEY think. I have to watch my step… all eyes upon me, all hands against me.

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