memorial day rolls around, lincoln city still under the microscope when it comes to the events of the past few weeks... little jessie jones is doing his paper rounds, the latest edition of the jubilee chronicle landing on doorstep after doorstep before dawn breaks. it's never really had any jaw dropping content before but by the time that 9am rolls around, the word is spreading faster than wildfire... not because of the content of the chronicle but a small article stapled inside the front page. it reads... dear readers, i think there comes a time when we must exercise our freedom of speech. my editor has told me that we are not to share the information that has been passed on to us but out of moral obligation, i cannot hold my tongue. i don't think that the police are serving in the best interest of us, here in town, allowing vital information to remain hidden in plain sight. i happen to have transcripts from their latest investigation that suggested that the missing boys shoes were found buried in local woodland. they are describing what happened as a binge drinking fuelled night gone wrong, memories of those who were there seeming to be diminished. and more... that chris wilder has a secret sibling right here in town, walking amongst us yet shrouded in secrecy. if you don't hear from me again, you'll know that i was silenced by the oppression of the lincoln city police department. i can't wait another ten years to speak our truth. lux. by noon, everyone knows that lux has been let go of by the jubilee chronicle, that little jessie jones has never cried so many tears. something in the air feels even more different... and then comes the message... chris wilder : did one of you kill me?
