Speaker 1: I live in what would probably be considered a mid
Speaker 1: size city. That doesn't make sense. We're bigger than a
Speaker 1: small town, but we're not quite a metropolis. They're probably
Speaker 1: about five hundred thousand people who call the city home,
Speaker 1: with about another two hundred thousand that live on the
Speaker 1: outskirts and would consider the city to be their place
Speaker 1: of residence if you ask them. It's just the kind
Speaker 1: of thing people say. You ask where they're from, and
Speaker 1: they tell you, oh, I'm from Atlanta, but what they
Speaker 1: really mean is that they live about five miles out
Speaker 1: of town. They'll tell you they're from Cincinnati, but what
Speaker 1: they really mean is they live from a farm about
Speaker 1: thirty minutes out because they like to feel rural but
Speaker 1: still have access to a large city. Our town isn't huge,
Speaker 1: but we have enough people to run the essentials, and
Speaker 1: that's pretty okay. I give you this setup so that
Speaker 1: you know that seeing lost posters around town isn't unheard of.
Speaker 1: People lose things, it's a way of life. People lose dogs,
Speaker 1: they lose wallets, sometimes they lose their spouses, and of
Speaker 1: course some people some people get abducted. Someone is usually
Speaker 1: looking for those people. I travel a lot for my job.
Speaker 1: I'm one of a legion of drivers for Uber door Dash,
Speaker 1: whatever else I can make a buck at. I pretty
Speaker 1: much drive all over town and out of it, so
Speaker 1: I have a lot of time to sit around and
Speaker 1: look at these kinds of things. Posters are usually on
Speaker 1: a lamp post windows taped to a wall somewhere. They're
Speaker 1: right next to somebody else trying to sell your guitar
Speaker 1: lessons or ads for concerts or a new shop in town.
Speaker 1: They're not uncommon, as I've said, and I always think
Speaker 1: that it's kind of neat and you come back a
Speaker 1: week later and it's gone. Maybe I'm naive, but in
Speaker 1: my mind I like to think that that means whoever
Speaker 1: was law I'd actually found it. I'm sure the sign
Speaker 1: just fell off or got soaked in the rain, but
Speaker 1: I'm an optimist. I'm thinking that way makes me feel good.
Speaker 1: So when I pulled up outside Valera's Pizza to grab
Speaker 1: a couple of large pies in a soda for some
Speaker 1: Yahoo about five miles out of town, I did a
Speaker 1: double take when I saw the sign. It wasn't a
Speaker 1: lost poster, it was the opposite. Actually found Cocker Spaniel
Speaker 1: dog tags say Lola. Phone number attached goes nowhere. If
Speaker 1: you're missing Lola, then call the number below for information.
Speaker 1: I thought maybe it was a setup for some kind
Speaker 1: of private eye or something, but there was nothing else
Speaker 1: on the poster. There was a number at the bottom,
Speaker 1: but that was about it. I remember thinking about it
Speaker 1: as I drove off to the drop off point. It
Speaker 1: was nice to see somebody trying to set things right
Speaker 1: around here. More power to whoever was trying to find
Speaker 1: lost things, and I could certainly respect him for that.
Speaker 1: That was the first time I saw one of the signs,
Speaker 1: but it certainly wasn't the last. A couple of days later,
Speaker 1: as I was pulling into McDonald's, I saw another found sign,
Speaker 1: and I felt the corners of my mouth pull up
Speaker 1: in a smile. I'd hoped it wouldn't just be a fluke.
Speaker 1: Really wanted to believe that somebody was out there trying
Speaker 1: to get people back what they lost. Maybe that's the
Speaker 1: optimist in me again, but that's the way I like
Speaker 1: to look at them. This one looked a little newer.
Speaker 1: I mean, maybe it had been there only a couple
Speaker 1: of days, but it was exactly the same as the
Speaker 1: last one. So if they hadn't found Lola at this time.
Speaker 1: Found Blue High School. Letterman jacket owner goes to east
Speaker 1: Side Preparatory School. There's a football patch and a basketball
Speaker 1: patch on the back for the current year. Name on
Speaker 1: the back is Bryce. If you are missing this jacket,
Speaker 1: call the number attached. Somebody had lost a letterman jacket
Speaker 1: and would probably want it back. I mean, those things
Speaker 1: were expensive, way too expensive to give to kids who
Speaker 1: seemed to lose damn near everything. I really hope they
Speaker 1: saw the flyer, because I though I would want my
Speaker 1: letterman back if it was ever gone missing, even though
Speaker 1: the damn thing doesn't fit. Over the next few weeks,
Speaker 1: I seemed to see the posters everywhere. Somebody had found
Speaker 1: car keys, somebody had found another dog. Somebody had found
Speaker 1: a license plate they were hoping to reunite with a car.
Speaker 1: Somebody had found a set of apartment keys, someone had
Speaker 1: found a backpack, and on and on and on. Pretty
Speaker 1: soon I stopped seeing missing posters altogether, but I saw
Speaker 1: were found posters and the same phone number inviting people
Speaker 1: to call and find out what exactly had been lost
Speaker 1: and how they could pick it up. It was kind
Speaker 1: of neat until it got a little weird. It was
Speaker 1: about two months after I'd seen the first poster, and
Speaker 1: I was pulling up in front of a Texas roadhouse
Speaker 1: to pick up an order. I saw one of the
Speaker 1: found posters on their bulletin board, the white paper, looking
Speaker 1: strange as it sat between two announcements for country western bands.
Speaker 1: I glanced at it, meaning to walk on bye. Then
Speaker 1: I stopped and I went back, not sure that I
Speaker 1: had really seen what I had seen. On the poster.
Speaker 1: There was the face of a scared looking girl. She
Speaker 1: couldn't have been more than about eight or nine, dressed
Speaker 1: for school in some kind of uniform, and as she
Speaker 1: looked up at whoever was taking the picture, I got
Speaker 1: the feeling that she wasn't really okay with being there.
Speaker 1: She had that look that just screamed that she was
Speaker 1: being held against her will. And that was when I
Speaker 1: read the squib underneath it. Found one girl in school
Speaker 1: uniform found wandering aimlessly by Brookes Lynn in South Avenue.
Speaker 1: Girl does not know her home address. Girl does not
Speaker 1: know her parents' phone numbers. Girl says her cell phone
Speaker 1: and her money were taken by a mugger. Girl wants
Speaker 1: to be returned to her home. If you know this girl,
Speaker 1: please call the number below. I read it over a
Speaker 1: couple of times. This didn't seem like the sort of
Speaker 1: thing that should be done by sign on a bulletin board.
Speaker 1: Case like this was solidly in the scope of the police,
Speaker 1: maybe a private detective. There was the girl being held
Speaker 1: until they found her parents, but she being fed. What
Speaker 1: was being done about her care? I didn't know, but
Speaker 1: I remembered that it made me feel a little weird.
Speaker 1: It made me feel like maybe whoever was operating the
Speaker 1: service wasn't as on the up and up as I thought.
Speaker 1: I saw a few more of this with a missing girl,
Speaker 1: but two days later they all disappeared. I hope someone
Speaker 1: had come to claim the little girl. Hoped she simply
Speaker 1: hadn't run out of the time, and whoever had found
Speaker 1: her had disposed of her something. Surely the police had
Speaker 1: gotten involved when they saw the posters. People don't just
Speaker 1: pick up kids and then have them fall through the cracks.
Speaker 1: This was America, after all. A couple of days later
Speaker 1: I saw another one of these posters, this one for
Speaker 1: a woman with long hair that was wavy, like she
Speaker 1: had it professionally done. She was looking up at the
Speaker 1: camera with a stoned expression. I looked, for all the
Speaker 1: world like she wasn't sure where she was or who
Speaker 1: was taking her picture. She was dressed in a tank top,
Speaker 1: her arms looked bruised in a black and white photo,
Speaker 1: and beneath it was the usual legend found female twenty
Speaker 1: eight answers to Brandy discovered on balwind and Hyacinthe in
Speaker 1: an alley between the drug store and the shoe store.
Speaker 1: Brandy claims she had been on her own since she
Speaker 1: was sixteen. The parent drug use cannot remember her address.
Speaker 1: If you know Brandy and you would like to claim her,
Speaker 1: please call the number below. That one was a little different.
Speaker 1: Were they trying to sell this woman? They didn't like
Speaker 1: the sound of that at all, And it was beginning
Speaker 1: to sound like this fellow was not one of the
Speaker 1: good guys like I had thought. This was beginning to
Speaker 1: reek of trafficking or reductions, and I was curious as
Speaker 1: to why the cops weren't doing anything about it. But
Speaker 1: why were these flyers just allowed to be up. I
Speaker 1: expected that after Brandy the cops might get involved and
Speaker 1: get these things taken down, But Brandy stayed up for
Speaker 1: almost a week. Before I came to the same Texas
Speaker 1: roadhouse and found that all the flyers were just gone.
Speaker 1: After that they got a little bit different, but just
Speaker 1: saying something because they were already beginning to give me
Speaker 1: the creeps. Found. Male forty eight answers to Brian, found
Speaker 1: asleep on a park bench in Hyacinth Park. Claims he
Speaker 1: has a home, a job, and a drinking problem. Not
Speaker 1: fit to be released on own recognisance. If you know Brian,
Speaker 1: call the number below to come and collect him. Found.
Speaker 1: Female thirty two answers to Mandy. Mandy was found on
Speaker 1: the corner of Winhurst and Amaretto. Mandy claims she is
Speaker 1: an entertainer, but is believed to be a prostitute. Mandy
Speaker 1: says that her boyfriend will be very interested in paying
Speaker 1: whatever we are asking. If you are Mandy's boyfriend or
Speaker 1: a secondary concern party, please call the number below to
Speaker 1: collect her. Found. Male eight answers to Wyatt. Wyatt was
Speaker 1: found unattended at the playground near Laramie Elementary School. Wyatt
Speaker 1: had been at the playground for nearly eight hours. Appears malnourished,
Speaker 1: in need of new clothes and a trip to the doctor.
Speaker 1: Whyatt claims he has parents are unsure. If you would
Speaker 1: like to collect Wyatt, please call the number below. The
Speaker 1: found posters had stopped being about lost car keys and
Speaker 1: missing dogs. They had become a way to acquire people.
Speaker 1: At this point, I found myself growing very uneasy every
Speaker 1: time I saw one. I'd seen police reports about them,
Speaker 1: and the sheriff telling people that they were an elaborate prank.
Speaker 1: Did not to call the numbers because it would only
Speaker 1: encourage the party involved. The sheriff could say what he wanted,
Speaker 1: But I had seen the picture of the Wyatt kid
Speaker 1: on the news a couple of days before the poster.
Speaker 1: He had been missing for a couple of days. As
Speaker 1: folks were very interested in getting it back. They claimed
Speaker 1: they had called the number, but the person on the
Speaker 1: other end hadn't wanted to give them back their son.
Speaker 1: The police had called the number and received a similar message.
Speaker 1: They had been told to stay out of it since
Speaker 1: it was none of their affair. Every attempt to trace
Speaker 1: the number back had come up with nothing. It was
Speaker 1: always the same thing, just a burner number that went
Speaker 1: absolutely nowhere. The police were asking for information, and little
Speaker 1: did I know, I was about to provide them with it.
Speaker 1: I was about to provide them with more information than
Speaker 1: even I thought I had after the poster I saw
Speaker 1: while out on an order. It all started with a
Speaker 1: new poster. I had been thinking about a different disappearance lately,
Speaker 1: a little girl from my apartment complex. She lived in
Speaker 1: the building next to mine, and even though we weren't
Speaker 1: friends or anything, I had seen her around. She'd been
Speaker 1: missing for a couple of days. Her mother had been
Speaker 1: beside herself with worry, and I had helped the search
Speaker 1: party who were looking for her as much as I could.
Speaker 1: She'd never made it home from school, and I hadn't
Speaker 1: even thought about the posters for the last three days.
Speaker 1: So when I pulled up to Shido Chinese Experience one
Speaker 1: afternoon and saw the poster, it hit a little closer
Speaker 1: to home than the rest of them. Her name was Candace,
Speaker 1: though I only knew that because it was on the poster.
Speaker 1: Found female aged nine years old answers to Candace, found
Speaker 1: playing by the runoff pipe near the Princeton apartment complex.
Speaker 1: Appears well nourished, clothes only dirty from play. She says
Speaker 1: she would like to go home to claim Candace. Call
Speaker 1: the number below. I felt the door dashbag, slip out
Speaker 1: of my hand and glide serenely to the concrete. The
Speaker 1: first day had been utter chaos, her mother going to
Speaker 1: every door and asking if they had seen her daughter.
Speaker 1: She visited all of Candace's friends, all the apartments that
Speaker 1: had children at all, and had finally started knocking on
Speaker 1: random doors to see if they had any information on
Speaker 1: her daughter. The police had gotten involved, but they hadn't
Speaker 1: connected it to the strange found posters yet. Now it
Speaker 1: seemed Candace had become the latest face on the found posters.
Speaker 1: On a whim, I decided to call the number and
Speaker 1: see if I could claim Candace. I took the post
Speaker 1: her with me so I could take it to the
Speaker 1: police if I managed to get her back, and in
Speaker 1: my mind, I guess I thought I was going to
Speaker 1: be the hero of the story when I came back
Speaker 1: with the missing girl. It was silly. The police probably
Speaker 1: would have arrested me for being involved somehow, but in
Speaker 1: my mind I felt sure that I could be the
Speaker 1: one to nip this in the bud before some weirdo
Speaker 1: called up to claim the little girl. The phone rang
Speaker 1: three times, then a woman came on the line and
Speaker 1: asked how she could help me. I knew she had
Speaker 1: to be a person. Her speech was a little too
Speaker 1: candid to be a machine, but she sounded like a robot.
Speaker 1: Her voice had that strangely metallic quality to it that
Speaker 1: you sometimes get in telemarketers or programs with AI voices,
Speaker 1: but it still hovered somewhere between human and a robot
Speaker 1: as it lingered in the Uncanny valley. Uh yeah, I'm
Speaker 1: calling for information on the found girl, the one named Candace.
Speaker 1: The woman paused for a moment, seeming to look something
Speaker 1: up in the deep recesses of her brain, and when
Speaker 1: she came back, her voice had gotten a little less
Speaker 1: robotic and a little more human. I'm sorry, sir, you're
Speaker 1: not the found party we're looking for. Do not call
Speaker 1: this number again unless we are attempting to find someone.
Speaker 1: Then she hung up, and I was left staring at
Speaker 1: my cell phone like it might give me more information
Speaker 1: the longer I looked at it. They hadn't even asked
Speaker 1: my name. How do they know who I was? I
Speaker 1: put it back in my pocket and took the poster
Speaker 1: to the police department. I knew time was of the essence,
Speaker 1: and maybe if we could go get Candace's name attached
Speaker 1: to the case, they'd be able to do something about it.
Speaker 1: The police were appreciative, telling me they would get this
Speaker 1: to the detective working on the case and took down
Speaker 1: information on where I found the poster. I told him
Speaker 1: everything I could, omitting nothing, and the deputy I had
Speaker 1: spoken with nodded as he told me that they would
Speaker 1: get right on it and thanked me for my help.
Speaker 1: I left the police department feeling a little better about myself.
Speaker 1: That actually made a difference, it seemed. And this lasted
Speaker 1: until the next day when I went back to do
Speaker 1: some orders and found a strange poster of my own.
Speaker 1: I was pulling up to the Texas Roadhouse and the
Speaker 1: white poster glared out at me from the bulletin board.
Speaker 1: There was a grainy surveillance shot picture someone had taken
Speaker 1: from a car window, but I recognized it. How could
Speaker 1: I not? It was me? Found Mail thirty eight answers
Speaker 1: to Charles. Individual has not yet been found, but is
Speaker 1: desired so that he can be questioned about what he
Speaker 1: may or may not know. Those with information about Charles
Speaker 1: please call the number below for a cash reward. Charles
Speaker 1: is a busy body and would do well mind his
Speaker 1: own business. No, I'm I'm not sure if I should
Speaker 1: call the police or non. I mean, I hope they
Speaker 1: find that little girl, but I don't want some door
Speaker 1: dasher looking at my poster. Next. Suppose is true what
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