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On with the show...a nice long chapter for a change :P
LET SLEEPING BLOOD LIE
Chapter 24 - Finding help
After Jane had walked out of her office that day with the note and become so distant and lost and refusing to communicate, Maura had finally hired a private detective to follow Jane. Her heart had felt like it was bleeding from the secrets and pain her friend carried secretly, both physically and emotionally.
It was eleven weeks after Jane had returned. Nine weeks of Maura only seeing Jane on a Friday night. Seven weeks of occasional broken noses, dislocated shoulders, bruises, scrapes, broken fingers, bruised knuckles, cut knees and hands. A little over half were defensive in nature, leaving the other half to be aggressive in nature. Sure it was consistent, but unless her friend had joined fight club it was far from explainable. It had been eight weeks since the Judge had thrown the case out. Six weeks of Korsak unwillingly working with a new young partner who was so unlike Jane that the poor guy was not liked almost instantly, and the more he tried to be nice and be liked the worse it got for him. And It had been four weeks of a private investigator, Dan Simmons, following Jane before, only a few days after the baseball bat incident, Dan had taken Maura aside and told her that Jane had become reckless and a danger to herself.
"What on earth are you implying Mr. Simmons?"
"Call me Dan, please. I am saying that Det. Rizzoli has been running around with a gun threatening people for, I think information, well I should say driving around. Driving like a bat out of hell. I am honestly afraid for my life just following her. I thought she knew she was being tailed but eventually realized she just drives recklessly. She is quick and did lose me a few times before I figured out what alerts her. I've witnessed one occasion of her becoming physical and almost getting beaten up."
Maura well aware of Jane's physical scrapes had hypothesized there was a sinister element, "Threatening people?"
Dan nodded slowly
"What people?"
"A variety of people, a few younger boys, and a few male adults, and one lady."
"What information is she after?"
"I'm not entirely sure. I did get close enough as few times to overhear. One time she was questioning some suit about the CIA another time about freemasons, and also deep state and other things I'm not sure I understand."
"Suit? deep state?"
Dan nods, "They wear suits. I did research deep state, it's otherwise known as the shadow government, second government or hidden-hand, it is an intensely secretive, informal, fluid network of deep politicians who conspire to amplify their influence over national governments through a variety of deep state milieux."
Maura frowns "She did mention secret government organizations, and unstoppable nonexistent entities."
Dan looks Maura up and down for a moment his mind questioning, doubt playing across his face. "Look, I don't want to get in the middle of something, ya know. I've got kids and a wife."
Maura's mouth drops open confused, "I don't understand"
Dan looks around the dirty robber suspiciously, debating on if this could be some kind of setup, this woman in front of him wearing a high end blouse with a brown designer jacket and black pants seem's unthreatening and genuine in her engagement of his services.
Dan, finally convinced, mostly by the confusion Maura displays, pulls a bundle of photo's out of his briefcase and hands them to her.
Maura studies the top photo intently. The photo is a mid shot of Jane, zoomed from a distance so the edges are a little fuzzy. But it's her Jane looking fierce and determined, eyes clear and focused, mouth tightly closed, no hint of a smile. Her hair is tied back in a determined ponytail and she is dressed for espionage...or skiing.
It was her first time seeing Jane other than on Fridays, a glimpse at her secret life, like an estranged family member she is seeing for the first time. This Jane is nothing like the Jane that visits her house on a Friday or sneaks in during the week to shower and eat, thinking Maura isn't home. This Jane looks alone, tense, her walls are up and there are no smiles, or dimples, or softness.
Maura takes in a sharp breath.
The first set of photo's are Jane in all black including a balaclava folded to appear like a beanie. She's in a concrete underground carpark, In one she is almost facing the camera, and talking to a man in a suit, his face is in the shadows and she cannot make out any features from this angle, he is profile to the camera.
Maura looks up from the photo at Dan who can tell she is upset but can do nothing about it. He clears his throat to speak.
"I'm sorry Dr. Isles. I did overhear some conversations and got bits recorded. But they are a little crptic and bits missing as cars went past or boat horns blocked out the sound. Let me play it..."
GROUP CHAT - CONSPIRASIEZ
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(You have joined the chat as guest 8)
Guest 8 : Can I talk here? get help about stuff?
DVO : YEAH NO.8 YOU CAN TALK ABOUT ANYTHING HERE
Harold : stop screaming dave we can all hear you
AMAND4 : weird stuff happens in my house sometimes like my phone rings and no one is there, i talk about that and no one listens
DVO : thats because we have already told you what to do but you don't listen. it is an emp attack and you should move away
AMAND4 : yeah whatever
Guest 8 : I was grabbed an interrogated and told to make something look like something else. I want to know if it was the CIA
DVO : seriously 8?
Guest 8 : seriously
1nC0gn1t0: Are you at home guest 8?
Guest 8 : What kind of question is that?
1nC0gn1t0 : It's about your security. If you are home or at an address of someone you know then leave now, go to a public library, log in again as a guest and type in only the name of a pet you have or once had. I will find you.
(guest 8 has left the chat)
When she had logged on again 30 minutes later at the local library, the previous chat had vanished completely
(You have joined the chat as guest 12)
Guest 12 : Joe Friday
1nC0gn1t0: Thats not a pet name
Guest 12 : I didn't name her
1nC0gn1t0: I'm sending you a link to a secure private group click it and we can talk
DVO: Dude can the rest of us come?
1nC0gn1t0: No...
Jane was meeting him late that night, he used to work as a double spy for a high level intelligence agency, now he couldn't tell anyone where he worked including his own mother. He had been the most helpful but never spoke over the phone, so all Jane could do was hold her questions to her heart and wait until the opportunity to meet. She had done a heap of research online but most of this stuff was so new to her and there was a lot of disinformation and a lot was just not available.
"Nothing like getting it from the horses mouth" she mumbled to herself arriving back at her apartment to get changed after a 5km de-stressing run. She had taken to calling him just John because he had given her no identity, he was her personal John Doe.
1nC0gn1t0 : Ethics and oversight are what is eliminated when someone wants absolute power. People grant the power to the government and government uses that power to control people.
Joe Friday : Aren't you one of them?
1nC0gn1t0 : I'm a guy who wants to see people free, I don't want power. Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men.
Joe Friday: I don't feel safe anymore. I don't know if they're out there, if they are after me or my friends. I can't work, can't think straight anymore. I used to be funny, now everything worries me, I lash out at those that care about me and I hurt the people I love. I want to be free again. But the more I try to figure out what happened to me the scarier it gets...the bigger it gets. I'm so tired of being afraid of them coming to grab me again. Not knowing what they want and why. Not being able to do my job. And now i'm trusting you and I don't even know you, but I don't have anyone else
At this point she was sobbing, luckily she didn't have to hide her fustrations over the internet. Although she wondered if he had accessed the library webcam to see her.
1nC0gn1t0 : With what you've been through i'm not surprised you are skeptical. You're brave to even be online. Most that go through this type of thing isolate themselves physically and emotionally. I will look into some stuff and see what I can find. I only want to know your end game
Joe Friday : I want to stop being afraid. I want to stop checking over my shoulder. I want to stop worrying about my friends. I want them to pay for making me afraid and stop them ever coming after me again.
1nC0gn1t0 : I like your answer, I just hope you know the risks. I can search a program called Echelon, it is top secret five eyes database archive which monitors and surveys all communications. I can also try to figure out which agency it was that had interest in you. All I need is your name. If you feel safe to give me that then I will do what I can. I can at least see if they are still watching you or not. Also, what was the something whey wanted to look like something else?
Now here she was finally meeting him in person.
His rules were simple. Come alone, don't get followed, don't tell anyone about it, don't bring a phone, gps or any tracking or digital devices.
I won't have a weapon but I won't stop you bringing one if you feel safer with it.
She quickly dressed into some extra warm black clothes and grabbed her keys and a non-police issue gun and stuck it in her holster, a spare on her ankle and headed for the door.
That car she thought noticing the same grey Toyota hatchback parked about eight cars away from her own that she was sure she had seen somewhere else recently, a few times in fact. No one appeared to be in the Toyota so she got in her own car and drove to the meeting point, checking every few streets that she was alone.
"Hey Joe Friday", a soft male voice broke out of the dark directing Jane to his location
Jane grunts, she hates the nickname, she misses her dog "John Doe"
"Were you followed?"
"I was careful"
He appears harmless and she can finally take her hand off her holster. John Doe wears a monkey suit very similar to the FBI. Maybe it's a little more classy more tailored, Maura would have known. He smiles at her but his eye's are serious and his stance slightly defensive.
"Good, so after our last chat I did look into your name using contacts at three agencies, unfortunately so far it was a dead end, but it's not all lost, I just need more time. Sometimes things are intentionally buried and sometimes they are redacted, but nothing is hidden forever."
Jane nods, she can feel him watching her, studying her, he wants to help but she isn't sure how much she should tell him, but although he possibly worked for an agency that was her enemy; he seemed to have his own agenda for working there.
"What do you remember?"
Jane sighs, "I was interogated in one room, lived in another. Small bunkers, no windows. No food, no bed. Threats that they seemed to know would work. Face covered whenever they moved me. Soldiers I think but I never saw them. Just the one lady who looked governmental type of doctor I guess, played psychological tricks on me. Would love to get my hads on her now. They knew exactly what they were doing like they did it every day. I was told I was missing four days"
"What type of torture?"
"Psychological... waterboarding, isolation, deprivation of basic needs." Jane swallowed heavily, it was the first time she had spoken out loud of exactly what happened to her.
"While waterboarding was characterized by former CIA as a professional interrogation technique. They consider it lawful today despite that for years they claimed it was ill-effective. And considering the manner in which you were likely taken and returned I will start there and work upwards. I will help you, you know that" he smiled softly at her.
Jane stiffened, did she know that, could she know that. Or would he tell them she wanted revenge, would they take Maura to control her, to hurt her.
"Yeah thanks." she tries to play it casual
"If they don't want anything else from you then you're probably ok. You can still walk away."
Jane hands him the newspaper clipping with the outcome of the case, "I can't live with the guilt" she whispers, her voice choked up with emotion, "That boy died at their hands and I let them get away with it."
"Let them? You sound like you had some control in the matter."
"Well no, I mean yeah, I made the choice to do what they wanted."
"If you had not... what do you think they might have done?"
It's a rhetorical question and the answer is glaringly obvious
"You did what was right at the time"
John Doe takes the clipping skimming the article and slides it in his pocket.
"I will see what the links are to those boys. Likely one is a kid of some powerful elite or directly to the CIA if it is them. Before it was the CIA, it was the OSS, which was started by skull and bones. It was made up of lots of Yalies, lots of bankers kids, who enjoyed pranks. Now they are growed up and pranking our economy and most are very wealthy and privy to insider information. It's a club, a secret society that do what they want and protect themselves in the process."
Jane gasps at his last sentence and her mouth drops open, "He said that to me, I remember now, I had forgotten."
"What did he say?"
"It's a big club...and you aren't in it." her hands start to shake as she remembers his unkind bitter voice, she tries to still them but can't so she shoves them forcefully in her pockets.
"Every CIA director was either Skull and Bones or Jesuit trained. Lifelong clubs for the children of economic elites of the kind of gangster narco-terrorist Capitalism and Neofascist, anti-Communism which the CIA typifies. Ultimately the CIA are just another group of organized gangster Capitalists and drugs dealers, apart from the fact that they seem to be 'above the law' and can engage in terrorism, assassinations and narcotics trafficking with almost total impunity. The cover story is they are a defense outfit saving America, and at the bottom of the food chain a few do that, but at the top its a corrupt secret society of the oligarchy. The CIA is probably human history's most genocidal and destructive military organisation with narcotics trafficking, overt and covert warfare, assassinations, military coups and false flag black military operations."
"How deep does it go?"
He sighs, "How long is a piece of string"
"Well it'll be a damn sight shorter when I attack it with scissors" she growls
John Doe has a chuckle at this, "Sure."
He smiles sadly at Jane, soon she will really understand the enormity of it. "Intelligence and military agencies are heavily involved in the shadow government like the CIA, NSA, FBI, NRO and a whole host of Pentagon and other government agencies. They have strong ties to organized crime, Criminal syndicates and operatives and drug and sex trafficking. The Trilateral Commission, was created because the already established organizations, like the UN, were too slow in establishing a World Government. The members are all of the Elite, coming from different branches of Freemasonry world-wide to give the Bilderbergers a broader political basis. The Trilateral Commission controls through the CFR members the whole U.S. economy, politics, military, oil, energy and media lobbies. The members are chairmen of different companies, bankers, real estate agents, economists, scientists, lawyers, publishers, politicians, union leaders, presidents of Foundations and newspaper columnists."
He pauses to catch his breath, "9/11 was an inside job, covered up and turned into a false flag operation. 15 of the 9/11 supposed 'hijackers' were CIA agents employed by the U.S. government. 9/11 was used to fundamentally alter the nature of the US government and its relationship to the American people. Unaccountable executive power has replaced due process and the checks and balances established by the US Constitution. The CIA has positioned itself to be a higher authority than Congress, the President, or We the People and can act in secrecy in all of its affairs. The other aspect is World trade building 7 which was pulled even though it was relatively unscathed happened to house a lot of secret documents belonging to the CIA over pending lawsuits. After the building collapsed the evidence was gone. Notice the news channel reported the building had collapsed despite it being upright behind the reporter in the shot? Its was planned to come down but the report was read early."
"Instead of getting answers, if feel like I'm just getting more questions." She runs her hand through her hair and leans back heavily against the concrete pillar of the structure.
"That will happen. But don't give up already. You will have to process this. It will feel overwhelming at times. It's like an episode of fringe or the twilight zone. It will go against you beliefs already without the anger and grief when you truly understand how much the human race are slaves to the powerful and rich. Then maybe depression and despair. Then the anger sad cycle really kicks into gear. Important points are when you are searching a topic don't do it in your house or a friends house because if you want revenge you want the element of surprise. Use a burner phone that is not a smart phone and have off when not in use. And take it slow."
"Why are you helping me?"
"It's your life on the line the moment you asked the first question. Your risk. I can't help you with that and I can't help with the action you will take. I think you deserve a slightly fairer fight really and I've got no love for the system, for the cabal and the new world order. Don't expect justice because the system isn't designed to be just, it's designed to protect the corporations and the elite. It's designed to hinder the many to help the few...But the many can fight back. And it's possible that you might just lead a revolution."
Jane laughs at this, she does trust him though "Where do I start?"
"The trail of breadcrumbs... Follow the money..."
"The love of money...the root of evil"
"Exactly. It's always been that way. You won't be able to out-smart them, or out-fight them, or even come close to buying them off. But they do fear exposure and especially anarchy."
"So you're saying piss them off"
"Not really", he laughs heartily, "I'm saying don't play their game cause you won't win...play your own game"
Behind the ostensible government sits enthroned an invisible government owing no allegiance and acknowledging no responsibility to the people. To destroy this invisible government, to befoul the unholy alliance between corrupt business and corrupt politics is the first task of the statesmanship of the day." - Theodore Roosevelt, 1913
...to be continued...