He’s fine. Moses called from Salt Lake City to let me know he was alright. It had never occurred to him that disappearing after a missing child resurfaces 24 years later might peak the FBI’s curiosity. He “turned” himself in at the Salt Lake City office of the FBI after checking his blog. He had been “unplugged” for an entire month. The idea that Oliver and I were dealing with the FBI was very disconcerting.
He told me, “I’m fine. I am not in trouble. They just want to ask some questions.” Moses also said that he would rather know the truth rather than follow dreams and crazy theories. If he’s a monster who somehow kidnapped Oliver and hid him away for all those years, better to know than to stumble around in the dark looking for answers.
I know he is no monster. The timeline does not fit. Oliver disappeared when he was eight. That would make him 32. The Oliver now, although I can see him only as my son, can’t be more that twenty-five or twenty-six. Time shift? That concept is far beyond my abilities.
Moses faxed some handwritten pages to me, notes from his travels. I will type them up and post as soon as I can.
I wonder if they will check Moses’ DNA, too. If so, what would they find?