The 1968 Broadcast Tapes: How My Uncle Used an Underground Radio Show to Cover Up Serial Murder
👉 Previous Decision: You arrived here from Chapter 6 (after contacting Clara Finch) OR Chapter 8 (after calling Clara from custody).
Clara led me through the maze of D.C. streets, finally stopping at a discreet row house in Georgetown. It was a safehouse, she explained, a place where informants could speak without fear. The air inside was quiet, heavy with an unfamiliar tension. Sitting on a floral sofa, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, was my Aunt Evelyn Albright. Her face was pale, her eyes red-rimmed.
“Julian,” Evelyn whispered, her voice fragile. She looked up, her gaze filled with a desperate weariness.
Clara placed a hand on Evelyn’s shoulder, a silent offering of support. “Evelyn has something she needs to tell you, Julian.”
My aunt swallowed hard, her eyes darting to the closed door, as if expecting her husband to burst in. “Arthur… he’s involved in more than you know. His ‘private defense logistics firm’ isn’t just about supplies for the military. It’s a front.”
Her voice broke, a raw sob escaping her lips. “He’s been laundering money. Millions, over the years. But there was one operation, a big one. He moved $185,000 out of a Saigon army depot account. Stolen funds. He used a commercial bank manager to do it. Raymond Sallow.”
The name hit me again. Raymond Sallow. My station accounts, my personal savings, my equipment lease—all linked to my uncle’s illicit empire. The connection solidified, horrifying and undeniable. My own family.
“The auditors,” Clara interjected gently. “The men who found the fraud?”
Evelyn’s head drooped. “Yes. Arthur… he handled them. Made sure they couldn’t talk.” A shudder ran through her slender frame. “He always kept everything. Proof. Ledgers. He was so meticulous, so arrogant.”
She lifted her head, her eyes meeting mine, a spark of defiance in their depths. “He keeps a private ledger. And… a confession. He calls it his ‘Safeside Letter.’ It’s not at the estate. He’s too clever for that.”
She looked away, picking at a loose thread on her skirt. “He keeps it in a safety deposit box. Downtown D.C. At the Capital Reserve Bank. Box 712.”
The words hung in the air, a devastating revelation. Arthur, my uncle, the man who had always seemed so distinguished and successful, was at the heart of the murders, the fraud, and my own ruin. And now, Evelyn had given me the key to unlocking his secrets. But how to get it?
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Break into Raymond Sallow’s commercial bank office to steal the original transaction receipts — Read Chapter 14 to continue
Search Uncle Arthur’s private Virginia estate while he attends a military gala — Read Chapter 12 to continue
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