I was amazed that Jane had accumulated so much information. People outside the Capitol knew her as a square person and an honest reporter. Some of her stories about the Sandusky scandal and PHEAA were top notch stuff. She had evidently called her editor and told him that she needed time off, even if it did not result in her losing her pay. It was that important for her. Her editor seemed to understand and did not want to lose a popular writer, as well as a good worker.
I, on the other hand did not have to do anything. My bosses have known me for about 30 years. They rarely kept track of my comings and goings, other than at board meetings and at our yearly conference. I kind of did my own thing and got things done in a manner that most people appreciated. I now knew that I was in way over my head. The killing of Sam Ellis, the burning down of my home and attempted murder and Jane’s experiences were matters for higher authority, but whom. I still thought that the commander of the state police, or even the FBI, should be involved if there were statewide or national implications.
I called Steve McElroy to find out if the state police commander had called. He was not around. I decided to call myself. I checked on the number and then dialed. I got a very nice person on the line who asked what business I had with the commander. I told her it was about the murder of Senator Sam Ellis. She said, “Oh,” and then connected me directly to Commander Waslewski.
I introduced myself and gave him the bare bones of what was happening. I told him that I was expecting his call via Steve McElroy. There was a long pause. He said that he had not heard from Steve McElroy or anyone else about my experience. He certainly did not know about Jane or the happenings at her home. We both were confused. Things were going around in my head. What was going on? Who did Steve call? Was there a lack of communication of was there something worse going on?
The commander asked that I come over to his office immediately so that we could sort out these things and start on a plan to discover the extent of these happenings. Even though I trusted the commander, I was not entirely sure of who my friends were any more. How could it be that Steve did not really call anyone? Or did he and that led to other events of which I had no control? I was pleased that I did not tell him where I was living.
I was tempted to call a longtime friend of mine from high school who was the head of the FBI office in Philadelphia. I had not spoken to Eric Haakenson in a long time. He had begun his career as a teacher in suburban Philly and had quit after a few years because it was not his “thing.” I decided to give Commander Waslewski a chance before calling Eric.