Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 5:44:55 GMT
tevie doesn't spend all his time in Louisiana! He's been seen in Indianapolis spreading his brand of chaos, most notably having his hooks in a sweet old lonely lady who has recently gone missing.)
It’s been one week since Stevie Harris and Troy Saunders kicked the front door open to Brent Stevenson’s house. In his early 50’s, Brent was enjoying a family board game night that has staple of his family for generations. His wife Charlotte had called the police immediately after the assault primarily over the incident but secondarily, if the masked man that had entered their home really was Stevie Harris, then his claims that Grandma Jo had gone missing were what they needed.
It had been months since the old lady had cut off ties to her family. Following the anniversary of her husband John’s death, Johanna had travelled down to New Orleans to visit the scattering place of his ashes. She returned to Indianapolis a different women, changed somehow. Her niceness had developed a razor exterior and she was prone to lashing out over the lack of attention and care the family had given her. Perhaps she was right, they had shunned the old lady the way a family tends to. They had busy lives, surely she would understand, right? She had raised her sons into fine men who worked respectable jobs and had themselves created beautiful families. Surely she understands the pressures that come with raising a family. You just don’t have time for it all. The weekly phone call is a two way street, she’s allowed to pick the phone up and check in with the kids.
It came as a shock when the family realised no one had called for three weeks.
It came as more of a shock when Brent picked the phone up, dialled his mother’s number and instead of the raspy feminine voice of a career smoker, a slick male tone answered. This man, who they’d soon learn to be known as Stevie Harris, had moved in with Grandma Jo and Brent feared he was poisoning her mind. Aside from using her for free rent, food and general demeaning housekeeping duties, it appeared that Harris had affiliated himself with the local wrestling promotion run out of the Farmers Coliseum. He had begun using her sweet image as a way of delivering whatever his twisted message was. He repeatedly dragged her in front of the camera, both in the family home and out in public. One instance even making the news, as Harris tailgated a Bernie Sanders rally in Indianapolis and used her to legitimise his twisted words, having her lead the crowd in a “I’m With Stevie” chant.
When the family had made allegations to the police, the small investigation was dropped quickly. “Not enough evidence” they were told, the investigation concluding that Harris was simply a boarder. The police officer they spoke too insisted that Stevie came across like an honest man and said he was shocked to hear that none of her children had made an effort to see yet alone call their mother since before the anniversary of their father’s death.
Things took a turn when they heard from Jo. Not from her but via her attorney, indicating that he wasn’t legally meant to be telling them that changes had been made to her will that seemed to benefit a certain individual. Brent tried to speak to the officer he had talked to weeks earlier but he wasn’t interested in what he considered “greed and paranoia”. The attorney had let slip that through some legal loophole, the changes to the will wouldn’t come into effect for another month.
28 days later, after multiple unanswered calls and no one opening the doors at his mother’s house, Brent and his family’s board game night was interrupted. Two calls were placed afterwards, one to the police, in the hopes of reopening the investigation into this dangerous stranger and the disappearance of Grandma Jo and the other to his attorney, informing him to go ahead with the legal work to block the changes to the will. The investigation remains open with no further leads to this day.
Read more: officialpurepro.boards.net/thread/378/missing-person#ixzz45D95yvvL
It’s been one week since Stevie Harris and Troy Saunders kicked the front door open to Brent Stevenson’s house. In his early 50’s, Brent was enjoying a family board game night that has staple of his family for generations. His wife Charlotte had called the police immediately after the assault primarily over the incident but secondarily, if the masked man that had entered their home really was Stevie Harris, then his claims that Grandma Jo had gone missing were what they needed.
It had been months since the old lady had cut off ties to her family. Following the anniversary of her husband John’s death, Johanna had travelled down to New Orleans to visit the scattering place of his ashes. She returned to Indianapolis a different women, changed somehow. Her niceness had developed a razor exterior and she was prone to lashing out over the lack of attention and care the family had given her. Perhaps she was right, they had shunned the old lady the way a family tends to. They had busy lives, surely she would understand, right? She had raised her sons into fine men who worked respectable jobs and had themselves created beautiful families. Surely she understands the pressures that come with raising a family. You just don’t have time for it all. The weekly phone call is a two way street, she’s allowed to pick the phone up and check in with the kids.
It came as a shock when the family realised no one had called for three weeks.
It came as more of a shock when Brent picked the phone up, dialled his mother’s number and instead of the raspy feminine voice of a career smoker, a slick male tone answered. This man, who they’d soon learn to be known as Stevie Harris, had moved in with Grandma Jo and Brent feared he was poisoning her mind. Aside from using her for free rent, food and general demeaning housekeeping duties, it appeared that Harris had affiliated himself with the local wrestling promotion run out of the Farmers Coliseum. He had begun using her sweet image as a way of delivering whatever his twisted message was. He repeatedly dragged her in front of the camera, both in the family home and out in public. One instance even making the news, as Harris tailgated a Bernie Sanders rally in Indianapolis and used her to legitimise his twisted words, having her lead the crowd in a “I’m With Stevie” chant.
When the family had made allegations to the police, the small investigation was dropped quickly. “Not enough evidence” they were told, the investigation concluding that Harris was simply a boarder. The police officer they spoke too insisted that Stevie came across like an honest man and said he was shocked to hear that none of her children had made an effort to see yet alone call their mother since before the anniversary of their father’s death.
Things took a turn when they heard from Jo. Not from her but via her attorney, indicating that he wasn’t legally meant to be telling them that changes had been made to her will that seemed to benefit a certain individual. Brent tried to speak to the officer he had talked to weeks earlier but he wasn’t interested in what he considered “greed and paranoia”. The attorney had let slip that through some legal loophole, the changes to the will wouldn’t come into effect for another month.
28 days later, after multiple unanswered calls and no one opening the doors at his mother’s house, Brent and his family’s board game night was interrupted. Two calls were placed afterwards, one to the police, in the hopes of reopening the investigation into this dangerous stranger and the disappearance of Grandma Jo and the other to his attorney, informing him to go ahead with the legal work to block the changes to the will. The investigation remains open with no further leads to this day.
Read more: officialpurepro.boards.net/thread/378/missing-person#ixzz45D95yvvL