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Project Aladdin Journal 03-04-2002

Hello, everyone. I got a call on the one remaining cell phone yesterday. I was hoping it was Dr. Painter. He and Jackson both gave me the same style of cell phone, and I'm not sure which one the pseudo-FBI agent stole. I answered the phone and heard heavy breathing on the other end.

"Patrick," the voice said. I didn't recognize the voice.

"Who's there?"

"This is Gabrielle. Remember me?" Her checks had still been coming faithfully, once a month. "Yes," I said, a little nervously.

"We've heard about your little run-in with the Lincoln County PD and the FBI. We're not happy about it. You're going to have to learn not to get caught."

"What do you mean?"

"We are depending on you, Patrick..."

I cut her off. "We? Who's we?"

"That's not important. We are depending on you. If you get caught again, that will be the end of your payments. And it may well be the end of you."

She hung up. What have I gotten myself into?

Project Aladdin Journal 03-04-2002

SoundByte here.

I don't think that last bit was a threat...simply an expression of concern that whoever "arrested" you briefly on the street may be someone with violent intent. But at the same time it's clear your benefactor, whoever it is, is angry with you for having allowed yourself to get taken in by a phony cop...and if that happens again, they WILL probably cut off the money.

At this point your best bet is to continue to make noise and make life difficult for whoever is trying to stop you. They're like cockroaches---the last thing they want is exposure to bright light in the form of publicity. At the same time, it's high time you start analyzing what you have, and sharing the information with all your colleagues in this enterprise---and with your great granddaughter 80 years in the future. You may have enough to reach some conclusions even now, without fully realizing it---and at very least you'll know what to do next.