buried at Oaktree
Memorial Gardens in Birmingham passing away on March 15, 2010 at
Brookdale Hospital. Visitation hours are Bailey Funeral Home. He
was born on January 16, 1986.
Pamela stops, suddenly. She flips back to
Ashley’s obit, scans, studiously.
She adds, mathematically in skull. “He would
be 26 years today but in 2010, he was 24. That’s right. Math’s
correct. But where’s she hiding?”
Pamela flips back to clipping, reads,
silently more information.
Thurston attended Birmingham University where
he met his wife, Ashley. He graduated Birmingham Law School in 2010
and loved playing football. His interests ranged from snorkeling,
forest camping, spelunking and photography. The rest of the article
lists relative deaths including parents and wife, surviving
kinfolks and pallbearers.
She flips back to Ashley, focuses on word
length of her personal obit, very short. Another giveaway clue,
she’s alive, not dead. CIA has to fake it for that reason, alone.
She giggles, lightly.
However, Thurston is wordy and long covering
his personal hobbies and interests revealing more clues of alive
Ashley and dead Thurston. Pamela sighs, breathes, deeply. There’s
nothing here pinpointing Ashley’s current hidey hole. Both articles
do mention specifically parents are dead along with fake deaths of
Ashley ruling out possible search by telephone or street addresses.
CIA is good but Pamela is best. She giggles, lightly.
She decides, quickly to print hard copies of
obituaries for studying & places one quarter into slot as
machine grinds & gurgles spitting paper then repeats, swiftly
process for Ashley’s obit.
Pamela glides, slowly off stool then
stretches her arms over head & leans backwardly lengthening her
crunched spinal cord. She lifts, slowly backpack, dumps over
shoulder blades moving to vendor machine for Coke and potato
chips.
She sits, quietly in eating lounge munching
on food items, studies, academically both obits side by side.
Common features for both include buried at
same graveside, verified birth dates and married.
One different obvious feature is that
Thurston was treated for his fatal injuries at Brookdale Hospital.
Ashley’s obit didn’t mention any clinical medical center for
injuries/wounds.
So, that means to Pamela that Ashley must
have been treated there also since both worked for CIA on same
mission.
Medical treatment implies medical records.
Medical records require patient privacy information like telephone
number, address and other contact data. That’s Joint Commission
regulation cited by Federal Government governing all hospitals in
USA.
Pamela plans to visit Brookdale Hospital
after she figures how to get inside, not tattled by real working
hospital nurses, not arrested by police and not found by Geneva.
She’ll ponder that later.
Second differential feature is Thurston’s
long list of interests. Pamela thinks CIA went overboard but maybe
Ashley’s a boring person, or just caution.
Pamela reads listing of hobbies. “Spelunking,
cave dancing. Who in their right sane mind would jump around any
enclosed dark slick object for fun?” She giggles, lightly. “That
hobby is usually but not unique inside them high mountains of
Alabama.” She giggles, lightly. She’s imitating Preston and his
irregular Southern vocabulary words because she’s been hanging too
many days with the suave and dreamy Southern gentleman. She smiles,
lovingly, then flips, mentally to task.
Birmingham is surrounded by tippy end of
Appalachian Mountains creating lots of fun outside activities for
athletics, students & family members. She doesn’t do mountain
climbing or cave descending but other fun sporting activities. She
hopes one day she can share her personal activities with Preston
but that’s looks like a negative 1000.
Some obituaries mention what people die of
but not here. Pamela still believes they were part of CIA
Memorial Gardens in Birmingham passing away on March 15, 2010 at
Brookdale Hospital. Visitation hours are Bailey Funeral Home. He
was born on January 16, 1986.
Pamela stops, suddenly. She flips back to
Ashley’s obit, scans, studiously.
She adds, mathematically in skull. “He would
be 26 years today but in 2010, he was 24. That’s right. Math’s
correct. But where’s she hiding?”
Pamela flips back to clipping, reads,
silently more information.
Thurston attended Birmingham University where
he met his wife, Ashley. He graduated Birmingham Law School in 2010
and loved playing football. His interests ranged from snorkeling,
forest camping, spelunking and photography. The rest of the article
lists relative deaths including parents and wife, surviving
kinfolks and pallbearers.
She flips back to Ashley, focuses on word
length of her personal obit, very short. Another giveaway clue,
she’s alive, not dead. CIA has to fake it for that reason, alone.
She giggles, lightly.
However, Thurston is wordy and long covering
his personal hobbies and interests revealing more clues of alive
Ashley and dead Thurston. Pamela sighs, breathes, deeply. There’s
nothing here pinpointing Ashley’s current hidey hole. Both articles
do mention specifically parents are dead along with fake deaths of
Ashley ruling out possible search by telephone or street addresses.
CIA is good but Pamela is best. She giggles, lightly.
She decides, quickly to print hard copies of
obituaries for studying & places one quarter into slot as
machine grinds & gurgles spitting paper then repeats, swiftly
process for Ashley’s obit.
Pamela glides, slowly off stool then
stretches her arms over head & leans backwardly lengthening her
crunched spinal cord. She lifts, slowly backpack, dumps over
shoulder blades moving to vendor machine for Coke and potato
chips.
She sits, quietly in eating lounge munching
on food items, studies, academically both obits side by side.
Common features for both include buried at
same graveside, verified birth dates and married.
One different obvious feature is that
Thurston was treated for his fatal injuries at Brookdale Hospital.
Ashley’s obit didn’t mention any clinical medical center for
injuries/wounds.
So, that means to Pamela that Ashley must
have been treated there also since both worked for CIA on same
mission.
Medical treatment implies medical records.
Medical records require patient privacy information like telephone
number, address and other contact data. That’s Joint Commission
regulation cited by Federal Government governing all hospitals in
USA.
Pamela plans to visit Brookdale Hospital
after she figures how to get inside, not tattled by real working
hospital nurses, not arrested by police and not found by Geneva.
She’ll ponder that later.
Second differential feature is Thurston’s
long list of interests. Pamela thinks CIA went overboard but maybe
Ashley’s a boring person, or just caution.
Pamela reads listing of hobbies. “Spelunking,
cave dancing. Who in their right sane mind would jump around any
enclosed dark slick object for fun?” She giggles, lightly. “That
hobby is usually but not unique inside them high mountains of
Alabama.” She giggles, lightly. She’s imitating Preston and his
irregular Southern vocabulary words because she’s been hanging too
many days with the suave and dreamy Southern gentleman. She smiles,
lovingly, then flips, mentally to task.
Birmingham is surrounded by tippy end of
Appalachian Mountains creating lots of fun outside activities for
athletics, students & family members. She doesn’t do mountain
climbing or cave descending but other fun sporting activities. She
hopes one day she can share her personal activities with Preston
but that’s looks like a negative 1000.
Some obituaries mention what people die of
but not here. Pamela still believes they were part of CIA
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