Right On Schedule

One of the first things private investigator Ed Hodges did after I hired him in 2003 was to ask me for extensive details of our daily schedules and routines as documented here. When I discovered in 2005 that Hodges had forged my initials on a clearly manipulated trust document that was filed without even being properly notarized, I realized Hodges and others had used the information I'd innocently provided them with to set up numerous harassing and frightening incidents, one of which is documented here in an excerpt from a 10/3/03 letter I wrote to a friend.

More recently, I have realized there are strong connections between local victims' well-known daily routines and their deaths. In Boerne, Col. Phillip Shue and 216th District Probation Officer Beth Hicks were both waylaid while on their way to work and brutally murdered. Fredericksburg resident Linda Muegge was killed in her home on the one day of the week when she was known to work there alone. Norman Roark of Kerrville was sent to an appointment to lay carpet at a location in Harper when he was murdered. [Note: All of these victims had head trauma.] Tom McRae of Granbury was found dead on the side of the highway next to a motorcycle at a time when he was known to be on his way to Fredericksburg for important meetings regarding a controversial proposed "Main Street Live" entertainment project he was trying to develop. (A similar project, "Rockbox", later opened in a different building that is connected with another victim who suddenly turned up dead on the side of the road under suspicious circumstances, a man found shot to death who is also connected to my own case, and a former county judge.) There are many other examples like these from our area.

I have also remembered that around the same time I received this email from Hodges wanting details of my schedule, he and his associates were all insisting I drive up to Dallas by myself--not to meet with them, but because they insisted I "needed a vacation" and should come up to shop, go to concerts, etc. Besides insisting that I come alone, they also insisted I drive up Hwy. 281 instead of the interstate, which I remember thinking was add. (I repeatedly refused to do this because I didn't want to leave my children and didn't want to spend the time or money.)

Now go back and read my 10/27/09, 10/28/09, and 10/30/09 blog posts below.

The G-Man Down The Road

The former FBI agent working as a private investigator and certified fraud investigator who defrauded me in 2005 (see my 9/16/09 post entitled "They Said") once insisted that I meet with him in his home in a nice subdivision just off I-10 near Boerne. (Much later, a DPS senior investigator told me p.i.s are not supposed to do this.) At his house, I met his wife, whom he said worked for him, as did their adult children.

While I was there, the former FBI agent showed me his gun and badge, which were in a glass case. Nearly, I noticed a distinctive framed art print that appeared to be either very similar or identical to one I'd remembered seeing on the wall of the FBI agent who lived next door to my father and stepmother (see "The G-Man Next Door" below). I was surprised to see a copy of this print in Texas, because I associated the artist (who has a very distinctive style and was a friend of my late mother's) more with the state my father lives in.

Several times during this and subsequent meetings with this man, he mentioned that his wife had been a high school classmate of a very prominent San Antonio attorney. (I later learned this attorney is a major criminal defense lawyer.) The former agent also told me (but always verbally, never in writing) on several different occasions that another former classmate of his wife's had been an FBI agent and colleague of his but, like him, had retired and become a private investigator. However, he described this former colleague as a "rogue agent" [his exact words] who'd gotten mixed up with a criminal known as "Murph The Surf" who had murdered a woman in Florida. He and the former DEA agent-turned-p.i. who'd recommended I hire him told me on several occasions they had reason to believe my ex-husband was somehow involved with these criminals, but they would not give me any proof or additional information on this, and I didn't know whether to believe them or not.

Also during this and subsequent meetings with the retired agent, he mentioned that he and his wife were involved in some sort of prison ministry that involved regularly visiting inmates on behalf of their church. I'm not familiar with the particular church they belonged to, but over the years, I've noticed that many of the churches here whose finances are handled only by very close associates of my former father-in-law also have these prison ministries. (They have extensive ongoing missionary projects in Mexico and Central America as well that involve frequent member trips to these countries.)

The final thing I need to mention for now about my meetings with this former FBI agent is that twice when I met with him, he was wearing a t-shirt identical to two owned by one of my children. These shirts were very distinctive, and both times I mentioned to the agent that one of my kids owned the same shirt. He just laughed it off as coincidence at the time, but a few weeks after I fired him (see "My Story" at the beginning of this blog), both of these shirts suddenly turned up together in my offspring's overnight bag upon returning from visitation with their dad, and they said they did not know how the shirts got in there. I have been forced to conclude that the ex-agent deliberately wore my child's shirts while meeting with me as a sick joke.

After I accidentally discovered this man was not really working for me and fired him, I began to have serious and repeated problems with him stalking and harassing me (that I have kept records of). One of these incidents occurred while I was driving to San Antonio on I-10 to meet with a lawyer who'd been recommended to me by the State Bar of Texas' referral service. As I passed the entrance ramp located closest to the former agent's house, he suddenly pulled up behind me and began tailgating me extremely aggressively. After doing this for several minutes, he changed lanes, drove right up beside me until he was sure I recognized him, grinned and waved, and then sped off; I saw him exit the freeway at the next off-ramp. (My meeting with the lawyer that day did not go well, especially after I accidentally discovered he was a close friend of the son of my ex-husband's divorce lawyer while I was there.) [I have discovered serious conflict of interest problems with every single lawyer I've been referred to by the state bar.]

All this happened in 2005, but I still sometimes see this man, his wife, or people in his vehicles who appear to be his family members, following and harassing me occasionally, and I have documented incidences of seeing him or his vehicle/s parked outside office buildings owned by my ex- and his family. Although I filed an extremely serious and well-documented complaint against him with the p.i. licensing bureau, the DPS refused to discipline him in any way; in fact, a DPS investigator lied to me over the phone by telling me he could find no record of this man's ever having worked for the FBI. (The tape I made of this phone call has been tampered with.) Even after I complained in person to a San Antonio FBI agent that on one occasion the guy had been following me so closely that I believe his car bumper touched mine when I stopped at a stop sign near my home, nothing was ever done about him.

Big Brother Reprise

Texas Attorney General Greg Abbott recently released an opinion that no medical treatment, testing, or evaluation is required before someone is transported to a mental health facility. He issued this ruling at the request of Kerr County law enforcement officials, who claim it takes up too much of their time to have patients properly evaluated before they are committed to the new mental health facility that I previously discussed in some detail in "Issues of Commitment".

Previous news reports had mentioned conflicts between local law enforcement officers wanting to just drop patients off at this facility and Hill Country MHMR officials who were insisting patients needed to be thoroughly evaluated first. This new ruling by the AG means people can be involuntarily committed without even undergoing basic medical examinations and blood tests--how Orwellian is that? If you live in the area served by this facility and are not concerned, you should be.

The G-Man Next Door

My father and stepmother, who live in another state, used to live next door to an FBI agent and his wife. As I've discussed previously in this blog, after my husband suddenly left in 1999, I began having problems with my folks, and in the summer of 2004, I discovered to my shock that they were actually close associates of my ex-husband and his family after I told my father and stepmother that I'd talked to the FBI in San Antonio and they threatened to have me killed.

I mention the FBI agent who used to live next door to them because back when I was still married and (I thought) on good terms with them, my folks came here for one of their visits (they take a lot of long car trips) and were staying with us for a few days. One afternoon, my father and stepmother suddenly announced they'd had a call from the agent who lived next to them and his wife saying they just happened to be traveling nearby in their RV and wanted to see if they could spend the night parked in our driveway. Of course we told them yes, and when I mentioned I'd need to run to the store for more groceries for dinner that night, my husband said he'd take us all out for dinner at a local restaurant instead.

The FBI agent and his wife arrived later that afternoon, and he, my husband, and my father all decided to go somewhere (I was not told where) for a drink before dinner; I don't believe the agent's wife and my stepmother went along, but I don't know for sure because I was busy getting my children fed and a sitter lined up on short notice. I do remember that the men were gone for about an hour or so and then came back and took us all to the restaurant, where we had a very nice meal together and got to know the couple a little. It was very obvious during dinner that the agent's wife and my stepmother were very good friends, and we heard a little about their trip in the RV. I asked them to stay longer, but the agent and his wife insisted they needed to leave early the next morning. They also refused to stay inside our house when I tried to invite them, saying they had a sick dog and needed to stay in the RV.

The dinner with the agent and his wife had been very pleasant with nothing out of the ordinary that I ever noticed, so I was extremely surprised when my father and stepmother told me a few months later that this FBI agent had suddenly left his wife very shortly after they'd returned home from this trip and that the couple was getting a divorce. The wife ended up keeping the house next door to my folks and continued to be extremely close to my stepmother. I was told that the FBI agent had been transferred to a neighboring state and had remarried. His ex-wife also married again, this time to a retired minister who also liked to take lots of long driving trips. The two neighboring wives always watched each other's homes carefully whenever the other was out of town.

In retrospect, I wonder why this agent and his wife just happened to turn up so suddenly on our doorstep at a time when my folks also just happened to be visiting, where everyone went without me before dinner, and if there might be any possible connection to their marriage ending so soon after they were here. Before I was forced to break off all contact with my dad and stepmother after they threatened me, I tried asking them about this. Instead of answering my questions, they wanted to know why I was asking about the couple.

Shooting Range/s

There's an ongoing controversy in Kerrville, TX right now over a new shooting range the San Antonio FBI office is proposing to build there. The FBI is offering the City of Kerrville $1.3 million to build them a proposed FBI "Firearm Training Facility" they say would also be made available to local law enforcement officers for training.

Sounds good, so why all the fuss? For starters, the FBI money would only be used for construction of this facility; the city would then be charged with operating it, and the FBI is asking for a 25-year contract, meaning local taxpayers would be responsible for the bills from this facility for years to come.

Also, the proposed location for this facility is inside the city limits of Kerrville, adjacent to the local high school, and very close to subdivisions, businesses, and churches. Residents have voiced serious concerns about noise (the facility would be open 7 days a week until 10 PM), safety because of stray bullets, and resulting reductions in property values. The city paid an engineering firm $24,000 to conduct a preliminary study for the facility--but the company they hired for this apparently has no expertise in gun range design.

But wait, there's more--the Kerrville area already has a world-class shooting facility! The Hill Country Shooting Sport Center is a top-notch local non-profit shooting range that has hosted official pre-Olympic competitive events. The HCSSC is located out in the county, well away from surrounding development, yet is not far from town (and may even be closer to I-10). The Kerrville Police Department currently uses this facility for training at a cost to them of $3,000 per year.

However, the strangest aspect of this whole affair by far is the fact that the San Antonio FBI is currently building a $2.5 million state-of-the-art gun range near San Antonio. Why would they suddenly need two such facilities, with the proposed Kerrville one being over an hour away from their office?

None of this makes any sense, so there has to be more to the whole affair than what's being given out. Local taxpayers and property owners appear to be the potential victims here. It should be noted that Boerne was approached first about this project and turned it down.

Big Brother

On August 8, 2005, my children and I photographed this man who'd been sitting in this vehicle watching our house and pretending to read a newspaper for at least 30 minutes in the afternoon heat (and probably much longer). We did not recognize him, and he had no legitimate reason to be there. As soon as he saw he was being photographed, he left, but then we discovered that a blond woman in a white sedan (for which we also have the plate number) was parked just on the other side of our property and was also watching our house. She also drove off immediately when she realized we'd spotted her.

On Sept. 2, 2005, this same man followed one of my kids and me into the parking lot of our bank when I went to cash a check. This time he was driving a red Ford pickup (which we can also provide the plate number for). He parked while we went through the drive-through lane but did not get out; he sat in the truck pretending to read a newspaper as before, and he also used it to try and hide his face from us as he'd done before.

On Sept. 5, 2005, this same man turned up on the same flight as us when we flew home from another state after taking one of the kids to college there. (He was in first class; we were in coach. I can provide the airline information and flight number from this flight.) This time, the man pretended to read a book instead, but at least in the waiting area, he did not seem to be turning any pages.

Despite my repeatedly asking the former FBI agent and former DEA agent who were supposedly working for me as private investigators when this man first turned up at our house for information on who the man was and where he was from, they both absolutely refused to tell me anything about him. (It was shortly after we took these photographs that I had to fire these investigators for other reasons.)

Then at one of the local high school football games this fall (2009), this man and a buddy suddenly walked up into the bleachers, sat down behind me, and began harassing me in various ways. They stayed there for a short time (until they were certain I'd both seen and heard them) and then left.

Blessings

Over the holidays, I've been blessed to be able to spend time with my kids. What has NOT been a blessing is our being awakened at 7 AM every weekday morning that is not an actual holiday by loud noises from heavy equipment repeatedly opening up the street in front of our house--work that seems to end magically when everyone inside our home finally gets up. Of course, we have never been notified about any of this work or its purpose by the city or anyone else, and although it often causes the street to be blocked off, we are never given any notification of affected access.

Our city and county seen to be especially well-blessed with equipment and assets for an area of our size. Although ours is a small town, we have an enormous complex of expensive buildings and equipment located over near our local high school that exists in addition to the main city and county buildings elsewhere. We even have some lovely custom-painted ambulances (as well as the regular kind), and our police have new SUVs and pickups as well as the normal patrol cars. I once sat down and listed all of the publicly-owned property and assets here that I could think of just out of curiosity, and I was shocked enough by the end result to wonder if some taxpayers might also be victims (since some clearly pay a lot more than others here; I have more information on this).

After considering the matter further, however, I wondered if the local riches might instead be related to something else. In the summer of 2002, my children and I both watched and filmed two city employees who pulled up in front of our front door in a marked city truck, parked, got out, and proceeded to move sausage-shaped bundles shrink-wrapped in tan-colored plastic from the bed of the truck to the front, where we watched them being tied behind and under the front bumper with thin black cord or rope.

When I later told the local p.i. who recommended I hire Ed Hodges (see "My Story" at the beginning of this blog) that I had a videotape of this, he insisted I give him the tape so he could "turn it over to the proper law enforcement authorities". Once I realized these people had conned me, I assumed this video had been destroyed, but I do still have a couple of grainy still photographs one of my kids took with their camera while I was filming. After this incident, we began to notice many, many other instances of suspicious behaviour by local public employees.