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outlaws to retaliate against her by hurting Deeley. After this little scene, Denise says she felt like she’d better avoid her family lest they force the truth from her , which might endanger Deeley, so she moves in with her new man Aaron to keep a low profile.
    S he tells us that, next thing she knows, Manny has taken control of her MySpace account and is sending her messages telling her where to go while she searches for Deeley. Luckily for her, all the places he says to go are bars, specifically where her new lover spins records, so this will help her to keep her investigation secret.
    After a few days of Denise’s ongoing cooperation, she says Ferdinand gets a hold of her and sends her an encoded message to tell her he and Manny are pleased with her obedience , and to reward her, they will return Deeley home by her third birthday, August ninth. She finishes up this story to Seel and me by rubbing at her eye and pretending to cry, and saying in this little teeny voice, “Of course, now that Mom has contacted the police, it’s all over. They’ll never bring Deeley back. I’m so afraid I’ll never see my baby girl again.”
    Seel, that dumb s.o.b, is eating it up with a spoon. Me, I’m a man who doesn’t like to waste too many words , so I say, “I see. So, to paraphrase: Your daughter has been kidnapped by one Manuel Noriega and the ghost of Ferdinand Marcos, and you’ve been running your own investigation from the bottom of shot glass. Is that about it?” Then I got a little adamant. “Let’s cut the crap,” I say. “Is your child’s body somewhere in this Kay Ranch Park?”
    What does she do next? Stands up and starts screaming like the girl from ‘The Exorcist’. “You can’t talk to me like a cop,” she commands. “How dare you ask me this shit in my own house? Get the eff out of my house … out, out, out.”
    Old Seel pulls her against his chest and I hear this loud groan from Keith in the kitchen before I hear him go out the back door.
    But I didn’t waste another minute of my time talking to any of these mooks. I just got up and left, feeling pretty damned foolish myself for having ever come to Florida in the first place.
    That baby’s long gone. The baby’s dead . She’s been dead from Day One. Still, I haven’t pulled the bond yet because I’d like to see her brought home for a decent burial, and I’ve left my investigator Grace right inside that house with Denise as I wouldn’t put it past her to head out her bedroom window while Mom and Dad are looking the other way, and then I’m out half a mil. I wouldn’t put anything past Denise, and that’s all I’m going to be saying for now.
    I’m going to be sticking around awhile , though, seeing what I can find out. It’s a little personal to me now. Meantime, can you believe this neighborhood? Fifty motor homes camped out here, bus tours going by. I’ve never seen anything like it and I’ve seen plenty.

Keith Brown
    (Father of Denise Brown)

    Go away, get off my lawn, stay off my p roperty, leave us alone. Respect our privacy!
    I’ve used those words repeatedly since Rick Daley showed up, becaus e with him came the first looky-lous, and then after Charlotte Hope turned our family tragedy into her own private vendetta slash ratings bonanza and made my daughter into this generation’s O.J. Simpson, it was all over, any semblance of privacy or normalcy. I shouldn’t say ‘normalcy’; we’ll never have that again until Deeley comes home, I know that, but surely we have a right to our private pain, don’t we? The public treats us like zoo animals. I truly can’t bear this another day.
    Please don’t misunderstand me, I can’t begin to express my appreciation for all of those supporting our family, those helping us search for Deeley, and the many organizations that have donated and offered organized efforts in aiding our mission to bring Deeley home. For all of them, all of you, out there know that my heart is filled with gratitude. But for those who show up to condemn us, and to spew hatred for no good reason other than to upset and disgrace our family, I beg of you: Leave us alone . Our goal is to find our missing granddaughter, and all of you hurt and hamper that goal, and hurt Deeley!
    It’s getting worse every day. A woman came by with a huge sign yesterday that said :

    I WOULDN’T WAIT A MONTH EVEN IF MY DOG WENT MISSING.

    The lady held the sign over our property line, so Seel went out and grabbed it,