Advice: Knowles Knows
Early the next morning, when the cops were out of the way, I rushed to the campsite. To my horror, the tent and all the supplies were gone.
I could see policemen walking up and down the train track with flashlights a few yards beyond my property line. What were they searching for?
Greta has been involved in lawsuits for reporting fake data in her research and, at one point, she worked with that Plandemic woman.
I was just about to drift off when I saw a trespasser slink past my bedroom window, heading into the backyard.
Normally I love the surreal feeling I experience in the greenbelt, gazing up that hill and seeing trains whizz by, but today was different.
“It was urgent that we leave quickly, and here was Caitlin in a messy heap on the ground, probably unable to hike the fifteen minutes into the greenbelt.”
I had a lot to do before the sun went down, and Nicole had already filled Caitlin in on our plan to hide her in a tent in the woods behind my property.
Our plan for Caitlin was not ideal. My client's house would have been perfect for a while, but that cover had been blown.
“Randi,” Caitlin said. “There’s one last item I need you to get from the house. It’s the most important thing.” I had no idea what I'd gotten myself into.
Two men showed up at the house this morning, and Caitlin was so freaked out she ran out the back door and into the woods to get away from them.