Columbine Basement Tapes Novels & Stories

" So... what are we going to do after that?" " First .. we'll get rid of any hidden cameras and install new ones ....and then I'll try to track that number that sent you the photo. Next, I'll go through the tape, and if it's Pamela, then we might have proof that she's involved somehow." I took a mental note of what he said and prepared my mind for battle. But before anything else, I have to go see Cisco in jail before his trial. We remained silent for a while until Zen spoke up. " By the way, those goons gave me two video discs. They missed out on a little part of the story. "

He started to pull the tape from the reels shredding it with his bare hands. "Julian’s voice is gone!" Ethan laughed. It was a high hysterical sound. "It’s gone Anya! Now there’s no proof! There’s no epilogue!" I looked at the ruined tape and my heart broke. Ten years of Julian’s life. The truth of his murder. It was being destroyed in front of my eyes. But then I felt the silver drive in my pocket. I looked at the remote near the grate. Then I looked at the lab equipment. There was a computer terminal still active on the desk. A data uplink.