565 1st Avenue in SlC, UT. A night still. Ted lived upstairs to the right, his entire apartment running from the front to the back of the property where he would park his car, as well as his mid 60s white Ford pickup that little is known about, Apparently, he used it to drive from Washington state in early September of 1974 just before classes started at the J. Quinney law school building at the University of Utah. Complete conjecture, but the way Americans covet old pickups, that truck could easily still be around, fixed up or restored, worst case scenario, a parts vehicle. No murders are tied to that vehicle. Only a license plate number survives of that truck, no VIN #.
It’s so good to be here with all my brothers! I can’t remember the last time we had the whole family to get together like this… we have to do this more often. Another year, another birthday, and I’m glad Olly and I can celebrate it together! We came to this little pub that we really like. Not fancy at all, but that’s why it’s perfect for us! - Viola.
Claire: so tell me everything about your new school, how was your first day? Cassadee: it was nice… I became friends with this girl who sits next to me, her name’s Samantha… I guess… Claire: cool! Aaaand… are there any cute guys?! Cassadee: ughh, I don’t think so! None in my class, the ones in my class are all… you know, just boring guys. Claire: ah that’s… boring. Well let’s hope the older boys can notice us soon! Cassadee: hahah right! That will take some time. But I’m okay with that, as long as I have ice cream to comfort me!!
Max: are you listening to that? Cause it seems they don’t mind that we are! Ohh that’s too much information… Quinney: can’t believe they already talking about boys… they’re growing up so fast! Max: I’ll just keep pretending that Cassie still rather play with her dolls and still thinks boys are idiots.