Receipt Method: Telephone

Incident Type: Criminal Activity

Drafted By: X

Complaint Details:

On 01/20/2011 X address: X West Fork, MT 59255, telephone: X called the Public Access Line to report receiving a letter from her mother that described a beautiful smile in her Yearbook Photo. It also said but she was killed at 3AM down a mile round her house. Like a chrome magnet brightly intelligent and smooth to the touch with a fingerprint left behind. X's husband was present when the letter arrived. He said it was raining and it reminded him of a time in the past. He said "You didn't know you would get here, and you didn't realize you had gotten here, just each day you inched closer and closer and now you're at evil's door." "You t" another cup of coffee was poured. "You talk like a creep." Sausage and Eggs were $2.50. Sky was yellow, ground was mustard brown. Sun somewhere--beating in through the frosty cafe glass and drying on the customers' faces. This was the first time X had been to Montana and he couldn't tell why they called it that. Not a mountain in sight: but grass with land and grasslands, decayed buildings, and hats. He loved the landscape. When he coughed it made no sound. X rises with the moon and runs hot with a knife upon his hip, pleasuring to himself the drips. On account of the water. Then he made himself small, drove to the big part of a small town, sat, or walked, and hoped someone would find him. X stated that on a general day after these actions the sun would rise and he would drive to work.

Final Pre-Assessment Finding:

On 12/02/2010, they found each other like no one else had found someone: across a metal table in a concrete room. I want a say in my death. And how I'm remembered. To pry into my everything, enter my home. Desecrate my body in a way that immortalizes me. On the other side of the room, reflecting like a lake, out of place as a plastic plant in sand. There was no one behind it. Something new was beginning. There had once been people there, ambassadors of retribution. They had heard the words, abandoned all thought. They acted in the moment and the moment was gone.

On 12/15/2010, the security footage of X's cell showed two men, both tied up in their way, in each other. And their bodies were frozen by something else. Their crackling pixelated shapes winding in and out of vision, they were as one in color as they were separate in form.

At 5PM later that day, X lost understanding of where he was. I'm sure this is all nothing to you. When you arrived at this moment it was like everything was falling into place. Like nothing had changed. But a long way had come from childhood isolated or a fatal blow or sinking dreams of disappearing. The flip away from prey was easy to withstand. X's manner of speaking was accusatory and understanding. On the security video, he leaned in.

Recommended Action: File to Existing Case

Entities:

X

Location:

Address: X

City: West Fork

State: MT

Zip Code: 59255

Country: United States

Communication Account

Type: Telephone

Account: X "