Searching the Files for The Line Deputy of Marion County

Dear Line deputy, sometimes I call you LD in print. The first time I met you you just stood against the wall and stared at me with your beautiful blue eyes for about a minute and a half. You had a cleanly shaved short crew cut and a beautifully burly, muscular, about 6'4", frame. I knew you were special right then. I knew when you tried out your new cuffs on me that it was special too because I KNEW that a professional like you would not brush my open hand against yours without a purpose and visceral cause. We journeyed and I got you through the tunnel safe and sane. You yelled at the end for them to place me in a private chamber ASAP. I had never seen a glock like yours in a court of law. I, at first thought that you were a baliff, but then when I was viewing the court system for charity, Timothy, a disbarred criminal attorney, and real father of the baliff in Judge Nelson's court, pointed out THAT Matt and then he said that you had been on his son's basketball team that he coached. I knew it was full of fibs, but that was where I found out that, at least this influencial CURRENT bail bondsman called you Matt as well. It was how I kept you out of places you not see until you were ready to see me completely. Timothy looks like a modern Albert Einstein and he is the one who puppeted you outside to smoke a cigarette as I was crossing the street from the Marketplace. He eats there for lunch with his chronies every day like clockwork. Send the lietenant in to handle it, TODAY! I knew to just turn away when you saw me. Again, I needed time to put you, my froggy friend, into the cool water that I would soon bring to a boil. You can go by any name you want to, but just know that that courthouse was a VERY DANGEROUS rumor mill around me and then you. I look forward to seeing your baby blue eyes and black cross tattoo on your forearm again. It is very Navy sexy to me. Don't loose hope. I will come for you somehow and I will watch for you in the press. I know that you cannot stand the glare that I exist in every day. Maybe it is time for MATT number one to MEET Matt number two face to face. I was NEVER alone with that man and never had any type of remote connection with him at all. I was in a serious relationship with Matthew Channing Benijamin in high school, and he then went to my college, Hamline University. He was CIA since birth and came from Miami Beach. He was so stupid to tell me everything important and then to slander me behind the scenes. It made my college years a living hell. He had the CIA also buy him a perfect double who swam sprints for Hamline as well. I ducked out of that torture regime and picked international community torture works instead. All the lawyers at Hamline and in Indianapolis, IN, were so Jew with me, all over me and the cases I was defending on my own. Cody will stand tall today. He is about 6'5" and he is from Texas (Fort Worth). He is the head of these fools and the business they have done with these prostitutes in the pens since I met you has been heinous and evil. Back away and let THEM get devoured with no help from you. It's all of the poison around you. You will be okay, but others I know are about to have their day in court in the STATE OF INDIANA. Let's just show one of them that it is much worse than Levinworth in the 1970's. The witness you need from here, "Matt", is Trevor Scot Christiansen. He graduated, just barely, from Moundsview High School. He grew up in New Brighton, MN, and he DOES have a crew. He was Undercover FBI around me. He has seen so much of the me that is a bit alien and he survived with NO HALLUCINATION or insanity. His high comes from "business" in the mid to north lands of Minnesota. It is all legal and regimented.