ROLLING THUNDER
- the much smaller man . . . but, I had no experience with cancer, that was his explanation, so?
- code name, FRANK? AB was a very funny man . . . I enjoyed the humor and whit, so, maybe given the time it would take to figure shit out, was something I just didn't have at that time and rolled with, the conscious thought that he was, Allan, but always, quizzical about, it and not quite sure
- there was one morning, i raced up to the cabin to bring hot coffee and donuts, to Allan, and the subconscious, became the conscious, but, I don't think, the reality of that even registered I was so busy, going to court in Salt Lake and visiting clients in San Quinten, prison, with clients in Colorado, Idaho, Nevada, and cases all over the place, and Utah, stealing my house, and shutting down my law practice . . . it was all chaotic, and confusing!
- one morning up at the cabin, AB, lost his, glasses . . . he was almost blind, without them. This was, a month or so, maybe more, and that very day, a pair of Allan's, reading glasses, were in my glove compartment, I discovered, looking for something. I remembered that Allan never wore glasses, and he lent me his, when he wanted me to read something, seeing I left my glasses or didn't wear them at the time, but, all the sudden, I remember how frantic, AB was, when he could find his, TRIFOCALS! What the fuck?
- again, I was so busy, that I just, started writing, all the facts and evidence, that, would suggest this man, was not, Allan Rex Bess. So if this was not Allan, where was Allan? I never would have dreamed he was dead, but, where, would he be? I hear all the time on, true crime shows, that, this happens on, TV, not, in my life . . . so, I did start to keep a record of the differences . . .
- so one day on my way to court in St. George, Utah, I drove passed, a cross, on the side of the road, as I was wondering, where Allan was, I noted that this was actually, the cross, marking the place another client's son, a 13, year old was thrown from his Cadillac Seville, when, he was sideswiped by a small paint truck, and his son, asleep, woke as the car, started into the meridian, he grabbed the steering wheel, and over corrected, for his very small father . . . the car rolled, and the kid was thrown out of the back window, and died! For some reason, that seemed to mark, for me, some, God Intel, that, Allan was actually DEAD. I was shocked, started to cry, at the thought . . . what the fuck? How? Again, this is movie type shit, you could not have written a script, more strange to this attorney?
- when, I got to St. George, outside the courthouse . . . a manila, envelope, fell out from under my, seat? On the large folder, envelope, there was the name of REX ALLAN BESS, Allan's father! I never remember, seeing this folder, or envelope, don't know, how it got there, and, was shocked, in light of what had just happened, on the freeway, that is was, one father son, tragedy, symbolically, and analogically, telling me the story of another, father and son, incident. I broke down a cried, and wondered, how, this happened, and why just that day, that, would roll out from under my truck seat, and had not in all the trips to the cabin, up and down, steep hills and drives . . . why now, other than to tell me, that, Allan was dead, and his father was, just a cut up, from, beyond the grave, and, wanted his, son's murdered, solved! I was torn to bites and had to pull it together to get, myself together to go into court . . .
- okay, so, Allan is dead, but what proof can I use to convince the new, chief of police, in Parowan, who, seemed, little interested, in the mounting evidence that there was not only, a missing body, a possible murder, but, all the evidence was pointing in that direction . . . I would ask, his cousin, who would visit, and I would ask him, is that the Allan, you know and grew up with? He would not even look up and say, JoAnn, he is living in Allan's house, wearing his clothes, so, yes, that is Allan! Mr. Richardson was too busy, messing with his latest and greatest, photos on his phone! Scream.
- now the day, I started looking at Allan for the man he was, he was cleaning out an extra trailer, for a couple, who had been either kicked out of the family home when grandpa died, or they lost the lease . . . but, I followed Allan around that day, like, his kid sister . . . I still remember, the way he looked. He had a red bandana, around his head, a new, white, BIG DOG, t-shirt, new Levi's, his biker, boots, chains and all, around, them and a chain, hanging from his back pocket, connected to his wallet, and with about 50 keys, on the other end. The trailer was, sparkling, clean, and, more and more, I was impressed. He didn't say much, just worked to get things ready for his friends. NICE GUY!
- again, months later, when, I was, again, trying to figure out what the fuck happened to Allan, and, with, almost everyone, telling me this was Allan, them knowing him way better than myself, but sure something was wrong . . . but, all the sudden, the chick, now a friend, who lived in the trailer, that Allan gave her and her husband, brought me over, a piece of paper, a formal, government letter, from the Veteran's Hospital or Services, that clearly confirmed, exactly what, I thought . . . Allan, stood a head taller than me in court, was, a nice built guy, and this letter, said, about the weight I thought, he would have been, I guessed about, 240 lbs. with the man in my home, or at the cabin, was about, 175 lbs. at best, short, skinny, and, nothing like my client, but for, sort of similar faces. THE CHALLENGE: DOUBLE AGENT? I got, Allan's mug shot, from Iron County, and, he was about, 6' tall, this guy was about, 5'9''! More and more, I was sure, this was a fucking, government double, and the cops were protecting him, from, me, not me from him! I even asked his probation officer, Jason Johnson . . . that's Allan.
- but this letter, totally confirmed, and gave me proof, of the fraud, imposter, poser, liar, and, absolute bastard! Now what?
- so, it took, between, April, to October, for me to start, to fully, grasp, that there was a real problem here . . . It was a beautiful, fall day, I picked AB up, and took him to lunch, at some Mexican Restaurant, in Parowan. After, we went over to the house, and I had a crew of guys right out of jail, painting my house, and they were hanging from the eaves of the house. One of the Haney twins, who grew up with Allan, he and his brother used to go get cigarettes, for Allan when they were young, before he went in the Marines, a total, Marboro man, was not the same brand, AB smoked, Palmal, sorry, have no idea, how to spell these. Haney was in jail with Allan but not AB . . . he starts talking, jail talk and AB is striking blanks. Then, Haney, starts to laugh about burning the Bess barn down, when he was 12 . . . nothing. Allan and Haney's moms had been best friends . . . nothing. I was like, AB, how could you forget all this stuff? I took him back up to the cabin, and, Haney, my right hand man, stayed, we both knew, this was not, Allan Rex Bess! Haney went and got, Allan's high school year books, out and all of the pictures of Allan were blacked out!
- now both, Allan and AB, were Marines; however, one was, I-Corp Marine, and, the other was a platoon sargeant, big difference! Allan told me stories of being in intel, how, there were hand grenades, hanging from all the tent poles, that they were suppose to pull, if the enemy came, to save all the intel, now matter, your lives! AB, would always, tell me that he went into battle with 83 men, and he told them, if they listened to him, they would come out alive, but there were only 53 that came back. He thought, I would listen the same way. Hello. Ah, no. A Marine and an attorney, same house . . . hell no.
- I wrote up a long, letter or email of the facts of Allan's case, for the Bureau of Crime Investigation, in Salt Lake, when, I was trying to get a DNA test on the blood in Allan's house . . . these guys were going to do it for me, seeing they knew me from the AG's office, and giving anger management, presentations to cops . . . they generally just served, prosecutors, but in my case they made an exception. I got him off, before, I heard back on the DNA, didn't need it, saw the marks on Allan's arms, he never knew he had, cut, from the chick he took a knife away from, a cutter who, threatened, to kill herself . . . she sliced Allan's upper arm. When I fired the two private investigator, I got in Allan's house, and saw the patterns of blood that matched, Allan's upper arm, not, blood, from, Vickey. But, AB, took that, email, and read and read and studied it? He was trying to get the facts of the criminal case, incase, I asked about it!
- by late October and November, I was sure, this was NOT, Allan, but he had to be someone, because, EVERYONE was protecting him, and refusing to even look at ALL the evidence, that fucked this asshole and Shelley as the one's who ransacked the Bess home, stole, stocks, bonds, and all things precious to the Bess family and fortune!
- the day, Dee Richardson, Allan's stupid ass cousin, couldn't even tell the difference, or would not look up, long enough to give a shit about his possible dead, cousin, AB was being an ass, and, we got into it about, dentures . . . I never, knew, Allan had them and maybe they were not his, but, AB came down, stairs, or into the kitchen with, dentures that didn't fit him at all! More proof. I took, the dentures in as proof against, AB, took hats, took, shirts, and a 20 page, letter or the differences of the two men!
- I was following the EVIDENCE and the FACTS, and they were mounting more and more against, the man in my house? Who was this asshole? One man loved me, the other hated me, and seemed very cozy with Shelley and her son, Isaac!
- one Sunday, I went to church, in Cedar City, I had moved AB down to the house, late November, worried he would die, and didn't care about that, but worried, I would be charged, with some duty as his wife, to not let him freeze to death, even though, that is exactly what, I hoped would happen. He was no longer fun. So, I had not gone to a Mormon church, which would have givein him, 3 hours of uninterrupted, time, to do whatever . . . but, non-denominational Christian churches, go about an hour. I went shopping after church and got home, before, AB, planned on it, and the whole, fucking kitchen was torn apart! He ducked out the front door as I came in the back . . . what the fuck is going on? It looked like he was either, planting drugs, or looking for them. I paid some chick to clean the kitchen, the day before, and I didn't bring AB down from the cabin, till that day! DEA FUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wanted to kick him out of the house, but, again worried about, that shithead dying and me getting blamed!
- he had hidden a CHAINSAW, UNDER MY ANTIGUE DRESSER IN MY BEDROOM! I told him, that, he could take an upstairs bedroom, there were three to choose from, or two, I was in the bedroom, down stairs. Now this chainsaw, was a big fucking deal, to AB . . . and when I saw it in the bedroom, I realized that the plan was to kill me and cut my body up, like they had done to Allan! From the day, I got with, AB, he complained about some boys from, Paragona, stealing his chainsaw, and he needed me to either get it back for him, or buy him a new one. I bought his a $475 Huskavara, bright orange, chainsaw. One of the first days, that, Allan was in the house, he told me, he was trained in some, high level, Jiu Jitzu, in China, and he showed me some kick, in the air, that, was pretty impressive. But them he went on to tell me the type of assassination he liked best . . . to take a .22 and shot the person behind the ear, in the head, the bullet was so small, that it would go through the skull, but, rattle around in the brain and scramble the brain, and the small hole, just left a tiny hole for blood to come out, and it would kill the person. That is when, I knew that, Shelley and AB, murdered Allan and this was how! I remember seeing a spot of blood on the mattress, right where the bullet would have, dripped, from behind Allan's ear, onto the bed! NOBODY WOULD DO JACK SHIT, about Allan Rex Bess . . . even after, I put together, the facts, that would have, implicated, AB, on the young girl, who died, in the snow, on the corner of the Mormon Church, property . . . she looked just like, she got tired and laid down, in the snow in a fetal position. AB, was gone, that morning. I had been up to the cemetery, that morning, early, crying, wondering how I was going to get any help on Allan's, murder and get this fag out of my house!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I went to get some mail, and there were the sheriffs, and one, police man, the old police chief's, brother, which I found, suspicious . . . from Enoch, so out of his jurisdiction! I watched, the sheriff deputies check the body, get down, take pictures, puzzled. I saw the crime scene from, two angles, before, I went home to tell, AB that someone was murdered on the church grounds. He was gone, the dog and cat, were not fed, and earlier, in the morning, I noticed the truck I bought for him to haul wood, had been moved in the snow! Fuck, AB killed that girl!!!!!!!!! I freaked out, got out of the house and drove down to my daughter's house in St. George! Dallas, disappeared and was gone, when he is usually, totally into shit, gossip, crime, stuff like this . . . . fed agents warning, each other, of the evidence of what I had that would suggest, AB was the killer? Greta and Dallas has met, AB, one Christmas day, so this is after. I didn't want any of my kids to meet him. Greta kept saying that she was starting to believe that I murdered him and buried him under a tree . . . close but Shelley murdered him, Allan and AB, was there to assist in disposing of the body, now, responsible for another murder! I tried to get, Griffin to listen to the evidence, telling him that AB never leaves home, never, leaves the dog, and always has coffee before he leaves.
- by the time, I got back, AB was back the crime scene cleaned up, and within days, when I went to see the chief of police, all the evidence had been doctored and to discredit my version, pictures were taken of a young boy, with, clothes, close to what I described, but in a totally different body, position, and, the fire department, came and sprayed the water and body, mark in the snow off! I started to ask around town to see who the girls was, and warning, girls to lock there cars and houses, and not to go out during the night . . . through my investigation, I heard that the person who died, had a cell phone, missing . . . that day or around that day, I heard, AB, upstairs on the phone with someone, and check the landline in the kitchen, which was on the hook! He murdered her for her cell phone and everybody covered, his ass, from top to bottom!
- one day when, I was getting ready to go to the United States Supreme Court, he said, all the cops and prosecutors, judges, hate your guts . . . there is nothing I have to worry about! From that point on, it was bogus warrants, an shit, all the time!
