 I will omit a page. It is personal. But what happened to Dawn? Where is she? Since this morning, when the sex in that green cedar burial ground found my wife's clothing. Permission has been granted by the state for me to check up on the material found in this letter. I've almost finished reading to you. I'm refraining from reading the last pages until we have made a visit to the cemetery. If you men of the press will get in your cars and follow me, you may be able to complete and verify the information given to me by Dawn Forrester.