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Jack, Robin, Kenneth, Larry, Judy, Cynthia and Carolyn stood smiling in
portait formation in warm welcome. "What could merit such an invitation?" Jane wondered. Then she knew that their motives were more of a dark, sinister nature. She waved the Powelsons goodbye. She knew she was dead. All she could do was leave a trail to her body. Jack had access to civilian records in his line of work. He selected a house in Belmont, Ohio owned by Jim and Dorothy Giffen. It was there that Jane Anderson walked into the trap. "Hi. I'm Jonathan Giffen and I'd like to get together with you," said the male voice, but after a few questions Jane knew he was an imposter, and wouldn't cooperate. Their plan failed. "We have Jonathan Giffen in captivity, and if you tell anyone, we will kill him. If you want him to live, come to Belmont, Ohio and meet with me, and I'll tell you what to do next," they said. This time Jane cooperated. However, after she realized what was going on, she did everything she could to defeat their plans for me, even if it meant she died, but I lived. Their plans failed again. From this point, all they could do was kill her and cover their tracks. There were houses on only one side of the street, because on the other side was the steep slope of the foot of a mountain, and the street ran into the sun. The house was the home of newborn Jack Powelson, and it was along that street. Jane was tied up, put in the house, and it was burned down by arson. Why would Jack do something like that? Probably to mock the authorities, to leave behind a "Touch of Class," to joke about among his high-browed friends. |