For now, I am going to talk about the system. The system that Alicia has been thrown into…as well as countless others over time. I am going to talk about text messages and conversations between Alicia and I…and I am going to allow you, the reader, to hear about this system from someone who never thought she would be a part of it.
Can you imagine? Can you imagine being on a plane one moment…just having landed from a vacation and the next moment, you are being hauled off in a pair of handcuffs as you look at the horrified looks on not only your children’s faces…but every stranger you pass on the walk of shame through the airport to the ground transportation?
For part four, I am going to ask something of you, the reader. I want to ask you to imagine every single thing I say here…as if it were you.
Making our way up the stairs to the room, I am not going to lie, my stomach was in knots.
I know you probably want me to get on with it. You must be wondering what the hell my friend is being accused of?
If you remember from my first post, I have a friend from High School that is in some trouble. Actually, trouble is not even in the realm of the the ocean she is trying not to die in. She is in dire straights. She is facing 52 years in prison for a crime she adamantly denies being involved in.
I am a Medium and I work on missing person’s cases all the time. There are many people, both dead and living, that I have to read in cases and situations. This was no exception to me, except for the fact that I wanted to get her permission first.
A strange series of events led to me going for a visit to Cripple Creek, Colorado. Very strange indeed.