Unabomber by Dave Shors

Author:Dave Shors
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781560375838
Publisher: Farcountry Incorporated
Published: 2013-06-01T04:00:00+00:00

Max started to get irritated about the repeated prodding to call me even after Butch gave him a strong hint I had discovered something important. But Butch and I decided, irritating or not, the tactic would eventually work; if for no other reason they would grow tired of the nagging to “call Chris.”

The winter was proving to be as bad as the previous one, Ted’s last cold season in Lincoln before his arrest. I hoped we weren’t entering a cycle of hard winters. By mid-December the snow level was already over my head in many places, especially where the wind had drifted it into smooth white mounds with wave-like crests where plumes of white powder would swirl and settle.

The holiday season, then January and February, passed with little happening in the case. I was aware of the legal positioning behind the scenes as both sides prepared for Ted’s trial, but in Lincoln things had quieted down considerably.

But I was confident the FBI would return in the spring, knowing their field work hadn’t been a hundred percent successful. There were still many unanswered questions.

I turned to calendar watching, noting each passing day, and I found myself especially interested in weather reports and checking the snow level each evening. I busied myself with my piano students and preparation for their annual spring recital. But during their renditions of Beethoven’s “Für Elise” or Mozart’s “Sonata in C Major” it was hard not to let my thoughts drift back to the remote ledge and cabin.

Maybe there would be an early spring. But March came in like a lion with no spring thaw in the forecast. The first chinook winds, warming gusts that sweep down along the mountains, couldn’t break winter’s grip and we were destined to be locked in for at least another month.

It seemed as though I would never get back up there.

Betty was eager to go as well, and we often passed long winter evening hours speculating about what we might find and theorizing about the important role the cabin had played in Ted’s hidden agenda.

I had spent hundreds of hours trying to fit the pieces together and, slowly, Ted’s secret life both in and outside of Lincoln was beginning to show flashes of color. I had become obsessed with the case and had filled dozens of legal tablets with information obtained since the arrest—key items from my own experiences, the stories of my neighbors, and information from the media, the prosecution and defense teams.

One evening while poring over every detail listed in the “Unabom Chronology,” certain facts and dates started to look different, almost like an optical illusion that suddenly makes sense.

I was trying to link key details from the bombings and the chronology to certain situations in and around Lincoln. That winter I found five such correlations.

Chronologically, the first was that my journals noted that Ted had disappeared from the Lincoln area during the late spring of 1978, and was gone for at least a year. I didn’t see him anywhere and assumed he had moved away.

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