same personâsomeone called, mysteriously enough, X-Man. Each meeting was at 8:00 p.m., and the last was just a week before she disappeared. I jotted the name down followed by a question mark. On three separate dates, one in April and two in May, she had written down phone numbers with no references to names or places, and on May 13 she had entered an addressâ5318 SW Macadam, along with the initials LVâin the 2:00 oâclock time slot. I would follow up on these, as well.
The three emails I printed out were all sent to Hank McCauley from Nicole Baxter, with no one copied. Judging from the context, McCauley must have been Baxterâs boss at The Oregonian .
March 24, 2005
Hank,
Iâve got a potentially big story thatâs going to take a lot of time and energy to complete. I canât discuss any details now, and this email must be just between you and me. I have only talked to my source by phone and he has not revealed his name to me yet. I need you to cut me some slack on the Columbia dredging story. I think Iâm the only reporter looking at it, so a little slippage wonât hurt. What say?
Nicky
April 15, 2005
Hank,
My source is still talking but is nervous as a cat. He went to the police first, but apparently nothing came of it. He wants to remain anonymous and Iâm still working to gain trust. Iâm forbidden to discuss any of this with anyone (including you) until Iâm given the âcomplete picture.â Iâll fill you in when the time is right. This story is a beaut. Youâre gonna love it.
Thanks for easing up my workload! You wonât regret it.
Nicky
May 12, 2005
Hank,
Blockbuster alert! This story is huge. My source is flowing like a river now. Iâve got to check several things out, and then Iâll be ready to sit down with you. Thanks for the patience. Youâre a saint!
Nicky
It wasnât until Iâd read the emails through again that I noticed something else. The date of each one was the day after Baxter had met with X-Man. The meetings were in the late evening, so it would follow that Baxter would brief her boss the next day. âOf course, X-Man must be Baxterâs source!â I called to Archie, who stood up and wagged his tail in apparent agreement. I turned this over in my mind, wondering if Baxter or the source had selected the name. I also wondered if the Portland police had made the same connection. If they had, then theyâd have focused a lot of attention on identifying X-Man. Had they succeeded?
Then there was the question of the nature of the âblockbusterâ story Baxter was working on. What was it? And what had happened to her notes?
It was 1:20 a.m., and I was high on adrenaline and caffeine. I pulled up a reverse phone directory on the net and tapped in the first of the three phone numbers Iâd copied from her appointment book. It belonged to a psychologist in Lake Oswego specializing in adolescent therapy. Thinking of the rings, snakes, and tattoos now decorating Picassoâs body, I had to chuckle. Heâd been a handful at twelve, I guessed. The second number was for an auto repair shop specializing in Volvos, the make of car Baxter owned. The third was for a bed and breakfast in Carlton, a small town surrounded by vineyards that lay out my way, on the north side of the Dundee Hills. I jotted down the date and the name of the B&B.
I tapped the address on Macadam into a reverse address website next. It came up as the KPOC radio station, a Portland based AM station. I logged onto their website and scanned it for some hint of who the initials LV might stand for. There it wasâtheir headliner was a man named Larry Vincent, who hosted a daily talk show called Vincentâs View . Of course, I said to myself, Iâve heard of this guy. Heâs Portlandâs right-wing shock jock. But was he working there eight years ago? It only took a few more clicks on Google to verify that, in
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