JCL ARCHIVE – AUDIO LOG 0003
Date: 2000-08-11
Location: Motel off Highway ███, State Withheld
Subject: Unknown Man
[Tape begins. The sound of rain on a thin motel window. A cheap ceiling fan squeaks in the background. Papers rustle. The man’s voice is hoarse, lower than before, like he hasn’t slept.]
Unknown Investigator:
It’s been 4 days since the last recording. I’m at a motel halfway across the state—name withheld, just in case this tape is ever heard. This place is quiet, too quiet. I’ve paid in cash. I’m using a different name.
The board’s up on the wall. Pushpins, string, photos…everything I’ve gathered on Gayifier, on the League, on Gay-boy. It’s all right in front of me. And now—I think I know who killed him. I think I finally cracked it.
[He exhales hard, a sound of cardboard being tapped as if pointing to things.]
Gay-Boy didn’t die in some freak accident in ‘93. Someone close to Gay-Boy took him out.
And I’m close—closer than I’ve ever been. I’ve even found new leads on Gayifier’s real name. Cross-referencing addresses, school rosters, sealed court documents—pieces of the Huxley family puzzle. I’m not saying it on tape yet, but I’m almost there.
[He stops. The rain seems louder. Then his voice drops to a whisper.]
Two hours ago, a black car drove past the motel. Tinted windows. Slow. No plates I could see. It circled once, then left. I don’t know if it’s them—but I’m not taking chances.
[The sound of a zipper. He’s packing a bag again.]
I’m freaking out. Heart’s racing. If they’ve traced me here, I’m done. I’ve got one maybe-two days before they come back.
I’m thinking of heading west. Maybe even out of the country. But I can’t stop now—not when I’m this close.
[He pauses. Voice cracks slightly.]
If you’re hearing this, and I don’t make it—look at the files. Look at the board. The answer’s there. Gay-Boy’s death wasn’t an accident. Gayifier’s real name isn’t just classified—it’s buried.
[Long pause. The fan squeaks. He whispers, almost to himself.]
They know I’m getting close.
[Click. Tape ends abruptly.]