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Project Aladdin Journal 06-14-2002

Hello everyone. This is Patrick. I'm here, in what will probably be one of my last posts.

As you guessed, I decided to try to cover my tracks and go public with what I know. I snuck out without telling Gabrielle and Meaghan where I was going. I guessed that as soon as Gabrielle knew I was gone, she'd more them both. Apparently, I was right.

I managed to get an appointment at a television station by telling them I had a story relating to September 11th. It was a bit crass, I know, but it was the best way to get in on short notice. I almost made it, too. I didn't see the mean in leather jackets until too late. When I did see them, they were already shoving me into the back of a van. Gabrielle's former boss doesn't give up easily. The ride in the van was short, or it seemed so. They put a bag over my head and I felt them inject me with something. I didn't pass out but I got very dreamy for a while.

When I came to I was in a room with the bag still over my head, tied to a chair. My recollection of the next two days is very, very hazy. There were more drugs, I know. Sometimes I was tied to a wall, sometimes with a very smelly bag over my head and face. I threw up more than once. I don't think they beat me, but I'm so sore, I just don't know. I seem to remember someone with the voice of Gabrielle's boss telling me that he didn't believe me, that I had to work for someone. Whatever I told him, apparently it had a passing resemblance to the truth.

I came to this morning, on the floor of my apartment in Atlanta. The apartment had been trashed. Me too, to be honest. Pinned to my chest was a note. It was to the point.

You keep quiet, so do we. You talk, things will happen to your friends.

I don't think telling my story here counts. I don't know if I should believe them, and I suspect this may be a ploy to get me to reveal the whereabouts of Meaghan and Gabrielle. Ladies, if you're reading this, I'm ok. Do what you think is best, go where you will. I wish you all the best in life.

And so, it looks to me like this is finally all over. Hard to believe, isn't it? I'm not sure what to think. So I think I'll try to sleep a little bit. It's been a long time since I've been able to sleep without the knowledge of something hanging over my head.

But first I'll pray.

Project Aladdin Journal 06-14-2002

Patrick, Bob here.

Two things;
1)I don't think you need to worry about Gabrielle and Meaghan. They seem to be able to take care of themselves. They're out of harm's way and my bet is, they'll stay safe.

2)Do you really want it to end this way? You've just been the victim of yet another crime. Seems to me you need to call the cops and tell them what happened...that'll go a long way toward putting these guys permanently on the run. (The cops have been stung themselves, they're going to want these guys too.) And I'd renew the contacts you made before in rhe media as well, the ones who already know your story. I don't think you're ever going to be permanently safe until you've put these guys on ice.

Good luck, Patrick. I hope this isn't the last we'll hear from you.

SoundByte here. I'm with Bob (amazing how I keep agreeing with him over here), your best protection will be to go open and public. These guys are like roaches, they hate the light.