It was exactly five minutes later when he returned and I had made what I guess must have been decent progress as he nodded at me and tucked the last few microfiche slides away himself. He then waved me out of the room with a softly spoken, “You can come back tomorrow if you wish.”
As I walked out past the counter I glanced over at the copier behind the main desk, wishing I had been able to use it. As I did so I saw several sheets of paper lying on the side nearest to the doorway. The top page had the headline about the missing local girl which had caught my eye earlier. The pages were a printout of that article and several more related ones, including a few I had not found during my own search. They looked just like the newspaper pages but were printed onto regular paper. I glanced back at the room and the librarian was standing in the doorway. He smiled and then shrugged.
“We have all of those on microfiche you know. We just keep the actual papers around because of tradition I suppose. Film is easier to search through. Less messy.” He smiled and rubbed his fingers together. “You don’t get dirty.” He turned away and I was not sure if he was mocking me or just trying to be friendly in a strange way. Grateful anyway, I shouted a, “thank you,” back his way and left the library.
I thought about the situation all the way back to my usual spot on the side of the road in Clyde Forks. When I arrived though it looked like rain and I retreated to the motel again, ending up with the same room I had vacated earlier that morning. When I settled in that night, after another satisfying meal, my thoughts turned back to the events of the day. I read through all of the articles again, making notes as I did so. The additional articles the librarian had found did provide some more information and added to my list of questions. This is how my journal entry read from that night:
Jenny Lee Wilson – age 12 – lived on Flower Station Rd with mother, father, grandmother. Is this near Clyde Forks Rd?
Mom needed some things from store and asked Jenny to go – gave her $5 – this was around 4 pm – several versions of what she was picking up – How far was this store?
Called back from store phone – wanted gum and chips – Mom said ok but get something for cousins
Mom figured she was heading back directly – told other girls to start going toward store also so they could help carry bags- also said Jenny would have a treat for them
They apparently went (maybe halfway? a few versions of this seem to exist) but did not see her and just went back to house and played outside – why didn’t they tell someone? No info on that but also no one in the articles seemed to think it was strange ? Seems like it to me
Jenny’s mom called from the house that dinner was ready – around 5 pm – when she saw cousins come in but not Jenny they told her about not meeting her on the road
Mom walks up road to, all the way to store, doesn’t see her – asks store worker who verifies Jenny left around 430 – said she was by herself
Mom walks back, calling for Jenny, no luck, calls police from house
Search conducted, incl. overnight, not found but one empty bag from the store was (had logo on it, looked like it had not been there long)- goes on for several days – dogs used also – dogs had scent on road all the way but police think she walked on same side of road coming and going so not useful – dogs never left road when tracking
Nothing else ever found
Other info: only other details collected were two people who police talked to during investigation
Otto Clements (also reported as Clement) – lives on Cemetery Rd – interesting…I wonder which house? – said he was walking dog that night (Oct 20) – a car drove past him with a girl in the back seat – he says it was her but also seems a little fuzzy on the details of what he saw – said car was a two-tone paint job – thinks it was a Dodge
Marcie Vaughn – was standing in her driveway on CF Road – lived right where the logging road was – car had to slow down to make turn – she clearly described the girl she saw and it matches the pictures I have seen of Jenny – she also stated with certainty that it was Dodge Lancer – black on top, white on the bottom – driven by a small-framed man wearing glasses
How close is all of this to Cemetery Road?
Who can I get to talk about this?
Is this the girl the reverend heard? Can I find out more about this when the police couldn’t?
I awoke the next morning and read it again as I decided on my plan for the day. I also realized that I was going to have to figure out a way to make some money. My funds, the amount I had saved up from my last job so I could take my “abandoned mine adventure,” were close to depletion from the extra time I had already spent in the area. That could wait until tomorrow though. For today, I had decided to drive back to Cemetery Road and go knock on Brown Suit’s door.
…to be continued