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  Payton: You all right?

  Morales: Sorry.

  Payton: That's okay. You want to take a break?

  Morales: No. Bastards. You're gonna nail ‘em, right?

  Payton: To the wall.

  Morales: Good. See when I lost the baby—the babies—I was the only one upset by it. I mean, none of them seemed to care. Almost like the first two didn't matter.

  Payton: The third time was different, though.

  Morales: Way different. From the beginning.

  Payton: Go on.

  Morales: It wasn't John who got me pregnant that time.

  Payton: Who was it?

  Morales: I don't know.

  Payton: You don't know?

  Morales: I think they drugged me. I remember going in to see them, and them running some tests, and then—wow. They must have slipped me something, ‘cause I was lying in the hospital bed there, and the next thing I knew, I was flying. I mean, all high and shit, you know. Maybe I was hallucinating, ‘cause I thought I was someplace else entirely.

  Payton: Where?

  Morales: A big room somewhere—a chamber, or something. And there was a party going on around me, a costume party, people in robes and weird makeup. John was there, and some other people I recognized from the institute, and—

  Payton: Sandeman?

  Morales: No, I don't remember seeing him, but—I have to say that I don't remember a hell of a lot clearly. I do remember the end, though.

  Payton: Go on.

  Morales: I don't like to think about it. John was just looking on, with this big smile on his face, and these other people were holding me down, and then this man—he had a hood over his face, so I don't know for sure, but I think it might have been the old man from Sandeman's office. He …

  Payton: He assaulted you.

  Morales: Yeah. That's the polite way of putting it.

  Payton: I'm sorry.

  Morales: That wasn't the worst, though. The worst thing was after that—they didn't let me go. Kept me in that place, in their hospital, for nine months. It was like a freaking insane asylum, you know? I saw all these other girls there, young girls just like me, they were all pregnant, too. And they kept me so doped

  from the law offices of

  Weinreich, Kohler, and McKinley

  250 Park Avenue Suite 24G New York New York 10034

  August 14, 1996

  Montgomery Dozier Publisher Post Express 2 Park Avenue New York NY 10016

  Dear Mr. Dozier:

  As you requested, I've completed my review of the article by Mr. Payton regarding Davenport Genetics Institute. While there are portions of the piece that are certainly verifiable, it is my expert opinion that at this time you should not proceed with publication. At such a time as you can obtain third-party confirmation of Ms. Morales's story, I suggest resubmitting the piece for review.

  I understand that due to the exclusive nature of your reporter's relationship with Ms. Morales, public interest in this piece will be tremendous. Let me suggest—though by no means do I pretend to be expert in your business—that a shorter article detailing the progress of the investigation itself would be more appropriate at this time.

  I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news here. No doubt your reporter put a lot of work into this—but as always, my feeling in these types of situations is to err on the side of caution.

  My best to your family, and please don't hesitate to call me if you have any questions on this matter.

  All best,

  George McKinley

  Senior Partner

  GM/db

  TO: [email protected]

  FROM: [email protected]

  DATE: 5/6/21

  RE:

  No, he never did call, Mr. Cale. You think you know people, but under pressure … some of them just fold up like an accordion. Anyway …

  Davenport went on, business as usual, until right after the Pulse. Then they relocated-I was never able to find out where. But this Sandeman guy you're asking about, he left way before that. And not on good terms, either. I know because I was still trying to work the story. There was this lab tech I got friendly with, and one time I asked her about Sandeman. Mistake. She hushed up tighter than a drum and said I shouldn't mention his name again-not around her, not around anyone connected to the institute. If I knew what was good for me.

  Makes me wonder if there wasn't some truth to Josie's thought, that he was the one who helped her escape.

  As far as the other girl goes, my other source-I'm sorry. Like I told Mike, I made her a promise.

  TO: [email protected]

  FROM: [email protected]

  DATE: 5/6/21

  RE: The Conclave

  Mr. Payton, I appreciate your honesty, and feel you deserve some in return. After you hear what I have to say-as crazy as it may sound to you-I'm hoping you'll give me that girl's name.

  What happened to Josie Morales-and to the other girls she mentioned-has been going on for a long, long time. Thousands of years, perhaps.

  I'm attaching some pictures to this e-mail. They're from a Kiloma Indian burial site, dating back to the early 1800s. There's a story that goes with these pictures-a story about a young Kiloma girl kidnapped from the tribe by a group of fur traders. Kidnapped, and forced to have a child by a boy the traders had brought with them. A boy described as not much more than fourteen years old-and already well over six feet tall.

  The Kiloma girl gave birth to a child, all right-a terribly deformed baby. That's the first skeleton you see. The girl was forced to try again. This time, the infant was healthy-but the traders killed it anyway. The crushed skull, in the second picture. And the third time … the traders were satisfied. They took the child away-and killed the mother.

  But I don't think these people were traders at all, Mr. Payton. I think they were part of the same group that a century later was running Davenport. The same group that killed Josie. And they're out there right now, doing it all again.

  Help me stop them.

  Give me the girl's name.

  DECRYPTION: SECURE 8 DECRYPTION STAMP: 5/8/21 ORIGINAL TRANSCRIPT: 5/06/21 L = Cale, Logan, M = Chantal, Marisa

  M: Hello?

  L: Hello. I'm looking for Marisa Chantal.

  M: This is Marisa. Who is this?

  L: Ms. Chantal, my name is Logan Cale. I was given your name by Brian Payton. Do you remember Mr. Payton?

  L: Ms. Chantal?

  M: I don't think I want to talk to you Mr. Cale. Good-bye.

  L: Don't hang up. Please. People's lives are at stake here. A lot of people's lives.

  M: Including mine. Like I said, I—

  L: Listen to me. I'm not going to ask you to say anything on the record. I'm not going to ask you to testify anywhere, about anything. I just want information, Ms. Chantal. That's all.

  M: How do I know who you are? How do I know you're not with them?

  L: I have your phone number, Ms. Chantal. I can easily find out where you live. Why would I bother calling you if I wanted to hurt you?

  M: Maybe you're right.

  L: So will you talk to me?

  M: All right. Hold on a minute.

  M: We can talk now. I had to change phones.

  L: Thank you. I won't waste your time with a lot of questions. So I'm assuming you remember Mr. Payton. Then can you confirm the story Josephine Morales told?

  M: Yes. That poor girl.

  Beyond whatever legitimate laboratory work they were doing, it was clear now that the Davenport Institute had been a cover for White's breeding cult. What they'd done to Morales and the other girls—what they'd tried to do to Marissa Chantal—that was the same pattern that had been repeated over centuries. Repeated right here in Seattle, too, with Ames White and his own wife, Wendy. And their son Ray, whom I'd helped escape all that.

  I still wasn't any closer to finding Sandeman, though—or to figuring out what the symbols on Max's body meant. What the “shroud of death” referred t
o.

  Except now I realized that maybe a change in approach might be called for.

  The old man who scared Marisa Chantal—Dr. Schuler—he was very likely the old man who'd assaulted Morales. Very possibly the Marcus from Sandeman's letter, as well.

  Almost certainly, he would know what the symbols meant.

  Maybe, I decided, I should try finding him.

  TO: [email protected]

  FROM: [email protected]

  DATE: 5/7/21

  RE: Schuler

  That name rings a bell, though for the life of me I can't remember why. At any rate …

  Trying all variants-Mark, Marcus, Markus, M. Schuler, M. Schyuler-I come up empty. I will keep looking, though-and thinking.

  TO: [email protected]

  FROM: [email protected]

  DATE: 5/7/21

  RE: Schuler

 

  Nada.

  TO: [email protected]

  FROM: [email protected]

  DATE: 5/6/21

  RE: Davenport Genetics Institute

  This is weird. I made a mistake and entered search parameters 1900-present instead of 2000-present.

  Look what came back.

  It can't be the same guy-can it?

  INVESTIGATION OF NAZI PARTY ACTIVITIES AND INVESTIGATION OF CERTAIN OTHER UN-AMERICAN ACTIVITIES

  PUBLIC HEARINGS

  BEFORE THE

  SPECIAL COMMITTEE ON UN-AMERICAN ACTIVITIES

  HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES

  SEVENTY-THIRD CONGRESS

  SECOND SESSION

  AT NEW YORK CITY, N.Y. October 30 and 31, 1934

  HEARINGS No. 79-N.Y.-15

  United States

  Government Publications Committee

  Washington: 1934

  INVESTIGATION OF UN-AMERICAN ACTIVITIES

  WEDNESDAY OCTOBER 31 1934

  House of Representatives

  Subcommittee of the Special

  Committee on Un-American Activities

  New York City

  The subcommittee met at 10:30 A.M. in the Vanderbilt Auditorium, Forty-third Street, New York, the Hon. Charles H. McIntyre (chairman) presiding. Present also were the Hon. George Honeycutt; the committee counsel, the Hon. Lewis Chimes; and the official interpreter, Mr. Philip Boehm.

  THE CHAIRMAN. The committee will be in order. We will call Dr. Schuler.

  TESTIMONY OF DOCTOR MARKUS SCHULER

  (The witness was duly sworn by the chairman.)

  THE CHAIRMAN. Your full name is Markus Schuler?

  DR. SCHULER. Yes.

  THE CHAIRMAN. And are you a citizen of this country?

  DR. SCHULER. Yes. I received my papers ten years ago. I have lived in America for the last forty years.

  THE CHAIRMAN. You were not born here, though?

  DR. SCHULER. No sir. I was born in Germany.

  THE CHAIRMAN. And how old are you now, sir?

  DR. SCHULER. I am sixty-eight years old.

  THE CHAIRMAN. If you will permit me, Doctor—you seem in remarkable condition for a man of your age.

  DR. SCHULER. Thank you, Mr. Chairman. I am very fortunate to have the benefit of good genetics.

  THE CHAIRMAN. In fact, it is genetics with which we are concerned today, sir. Specifically, your activities as a member of the World Eugenics League.

  MR. CHIMES. Mr. Chairman?

  THE CHAIRMAN. Yes, Mr. Chimes.

  MR. CHIMES. I wish to note for the record exhibit 32A, which has been submitted to this committee. A document describing the goals and activities of the World Eugenics League.

  THE CHAIRMAN. So noted. Dr. Schuler, I direct your attention to the document Mr. Chimes mentioned. You are a member of the organization referred to therein, sir?

  DR. SCHULER. Yes, sir. I am one of its directors.

  totally without scientific merit. It is based on a myth of German racial superiority. No scientific data exist to support such superiority. Over the last year, the World Eugenics League has—as you gentlemen are aware—funded advertising that notes the difference between true eugenics and the absurd propaganda Mr. Hitler's party spouts.

  MR. CHIMES. Identified here as exhibit 32B, Mr. Chairman.

  THE CHAIRMAN. Thank you, Mr. Chimes. Now Dr. Schuler—to return to the question of the Nazi Party. I must ask you, sir—are you now, or have you ever been a member of the Nazi Party?

  DR. SCHULER. No, sir. I consider that group and its leaders contemptuous. I find their racial purity laws violently disagreeable.

  THE CHAIRMAN. This committee appreciates your honesty, Doctor.

  MR. HONEYCUTT. I'd like to ask a few more questions of Dr. Schuler, regarding some of the folks that work with you in this World Eugenics League.

  DR. SCHULER. I am happy to cooperate with the committee in whatever way I can.

  MR. HONEYCUTT. I appreciate that, sir. Let me start by referring you to the membership list you've provided to this committee.

  MR. CHIMES. That's 32C, Mr. Chairman.

  THE CHAIRMAN. Thank you, Mr. Chimes.

  MR. HONEYCUTT. Yes, thank you Mr. Chimes. Now Dr. Schuler, looks to me like a lot of German names here. I wonder if you wouldn't mind sharing with us some of what you know about these people.

  TO: [email protected]

  FROM: [email protected]

  DATE: 5/6/21

  RE: Schuler

  According to the testimony, he was sixty-eight in 1934. That would make him 155 years old now. Unlikely. But impossible?

  Over the last couple of years, I've seen some things that have caused me to redefine that word. So I'm not ruling anything out.

  TO: [email protected]

  FROM: [email protected]

  DATE: 5/7/21

  RE: Schuler

  Now I remember why his name sounded so familiar.

  I've met him.

  It was last March, at a fund-raising dinner for Senator McKinley downtown-ten thousand dollars a plate. I was there as a speaker on the program, to talk about the senator's plan to bring high-tech industry back to Seattle. It sounds good on paper, but of course the final program will bear no resemblance to what actually comes out of Congress. Still, they paid me good money to show up and talk about it.

  Let me tell you, everyone who was anyone was there-Mayor Steckler and his wife, Governor Chalfont from Oregon, Johnny and Gina Liberti, and of course McKinley. He was on the dais at the front of the room.

  When I went up to speak, my escort introduced me to the senator. We exchanged small talk, then McKinley introduced me to the man on his left. An elderly gentleman named Schuler. No last name, no first name, no title, no information about who or what he was. We said hello, and that was all.

  After I spoke, I returned to my seat. Several times during the evening, I saw Schuler and McKinley talk. The nature of their relationship was clear to me.

  Schuler spoke. McKinley listened.

  Teacher and pupil. Master and servant.

  You've seen McKinley on TV. He's been chairing the hearings on the “transgenic threat.”

  He used Ames White's testimony before his committee to transform the search for the transgenics into a witch-hunt.

  He may very well be the same McKinley who stopped Payton from publishing his exposé on the breeding cult and Davenport, over twenty years ago.

  He may, in fact, be a member of the cult himself.

  But I have no way to find out.

  I'm cut off from everything now—deaf, dumb, and blind to my operatives, the Informant Net, and the world outside.

  So now it's up to you. You have the information you need. You have my sources. Good luck.

  Peace. Out.

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  Table of Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Part 1

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Part 2

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Part 3

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Part 4

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

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