Episode 8: The Trial

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He's going to come back. Eventually he will. Or I will wait to find him in the below. I'm Tara Bay, and you're listening to Larkspur Underground on Plainview Public Radio. We're telling the story of a survivor known as Jane Doe or Subject 6. For the past seven episodes, we've taken you on her harrowing journey from being a free spirit drifting the roads in the Midwest to being held prisoner by a deranged madman for over a year in an underground killing facility in Colorado.

Obviously, you should listen to the first episodes, too. Sorry, we've... There's been a development here. This week... I was ready to share my interview with that woman, whose real name is Charlene Dusty Fowler. And we will. I'm, uh, I need to share this. I received a message on my work phone here at the station that said, check your voicemail. I thought it was a mistake or a tech asking us to... I'm...

I'm a little scared right now. Sorry. The show's producers have asked me not to share this until I've had a chance to talk with authorities. But frankly, I want this on the record in case something happens. Okay, it was low-key. A man's voice that just said, check your voicemail. I don't know how I didn't recognize it. Michael, can you run the audio, please? Run it. I'll play it from my cell phone if I have to. I'll post it on our forums, put it up here, or it'll go somewhere else.

It's my safety at stake. Okay, okay, Tara. We're going to meet about this later and edit this out. Not on your life. Play it. This message is for Tara Bay. I apologize for not using a title of Mrs. or Miss. or miz, but I'm not aware of your marital status. Current circumstances prevent me from having constant and consistent access to the internet. I'm calling to thank you. Have you been getting what you wanted out of this?

talking about this, sharing details that you really didn't need to share. You want this. You like this as much as I do. For the record, this pause is not edited. He stopped talking for so long the first time I listened to Sorry. I want to start over. A reckoning is due. I'd like to talk to you, Terabay. We would need to make arrangements. This can be done via phone.

No need to endanger either of our persons by meeting in public. You should share this on air. I want to set this record straight, because this is not going to stop. Not when I'm this close. Subject Six. Not Jane Doe. Subject Six. You won't scratch the surface. You'll never reach Subject Six. That's what you're really hoping for, isn't it? She'll come back. You'll find her.

or she'll find you and everything will change. You have my permission to air this. It's important that she hears. There are vital... We've alerted the police, of course. the call came from a blocked number they're working hard to figure that part out the audio quality was terrible you could hear wind so he was outside somewhere this is This is a sign that it's working, right? We shook him. He's scared. Why else would he reach out?

My home is under police surveillance and the studio has beefed up security. I guess I'm telling you all of this to let you know that I'm as safe as I can be, given the circumstances. And scared. Police and federal agents are monitoring the phone lines. I'm not daring him to do anything. Just telling him, call back. That's my message for him. Call me back or turn yourself in.

Let's get to the interview. Sorry. What was supposed to be the big news this week, of course, is that I completed an interview with Charlene Fowler, who prefers the name Dusty, her first as a free woman. This took place starting last week over a few sessions. By the time this airs, Dusty will know about the scientist's phone call. I'll leave it to the police to tell her.

Sorry, I'm sorry if I ramble this week. I can't focus. Police are on their way here to talk to me some more about this. You'll be hearing a pre-recorded interview this week, and I'll come back to record an outro at the end. I don't know what's happening or what's going to happen. Be careful, please. We've all known he was out there this entire time. Just be careful. Go ahead and roll it, Michael.

For this interview, we were granted permission to use a subject interrogation room at a police facility. Dusty said it felt the safest. Only one way in or out, and hundreds of police standing between her... and whatever was out there in the world. Without further ado, we present a talk, not with Jane Doe, not with Subject 6, but with...

My name is Charlene Fowler, but you can call me Dusty. My name is Dusty Fowler, and I'm a free woman. How does it feel to say that? Wonderful. Scary. Mostly scary. Why scary? It means I can go anywhere. It means I can do anything. It means anything can happen. Anything. You know? Well, let's talk about that. Your transition from captive to victim to inmate and now to free woman. It's a busy life, huh? I'm amazed you can... your sense of humor. I mean, how do you...

Have you always used humor to cope with adversity? Before any of this, I mean. I guess. I don't remember a lot of it, you know. I look back and I see this girl there. It's only been a few years, I guess, right? since it all started i feel like i look behind me in life and i see this girl there stuck in this hallway and she can't move forward it's me the me from before staring at me now

She's got nicer hair and less wrinkles and only the one scar on her knee from the time she fell off a stage at a concert. And I know her. I know her so well. But she doesn't know me. And she's too far away to talk, you know? Too far away for me to hear. You've lost a lot. Have I? I don't know. I guess that's the saddest part. I just don't know. I used to sing. My voice is gone now. I used to be beautiful. I think I was, anyway. You are. Oh, stop. You are! Okay.

Okay, I guess I don't know. Sorry, yes. Your life before. How much do you remember, beyond your journals, about the night you were taken from that bar? I wasn't taken. I went. that's the sad part right i mean everything else is just a blur now there are names carl my lawyer says i shouldn't say any of them since a scientist is still out there but there are names of people from my past that i remember

Kids I knew growing up. Toys at home that... My dad. I remember him sometimes. Tell me about him. He was nice. He was... Quiet. He would spend time off just reading or watching TV. He was in the war and he loved music. When he missed my mom, which I guess was... All the time. He'd pull out his guitar and he'd sing. He said I sang like her too. You had a good relationship? Yeah. Yeah, I guess we did.

But it seems like you were living the life of, how do I say it, an explorer? A little rebellious, you know? Yeah, yeah, I guess I was. But, I mean, who doesn't want to explore? That's just...

In us, right? As people. I don't... I don't agree with anything he did to me. Your father? The scientist. Oh, shit, yeah, sorry. I don't agree with it, but... He had some ideas, right? The here, the below, the beyond. It's all true. I mean, there's never any going backwards. We're just here. We're always... Here. There's no future until it gets here. And then it's just here. I don't mean... Jesus, this sounds crazy, right? No. I mean, yes, a little. But I think I understand. Yeah?

as much as i can live for the moment right in the moment you have to be in it living for it means you can see it coming you can plan for it You can't plan for anything. Everything can change. Everything. In a second. Snap your fingers and your whole life can shift or end or become greater than you ever thought. You just have to be in it.

I guess that's how I lived before. Just finding adventure, enjoying life as I rode through it, you know? Shit, maybe it's... Oh, can we cuss on here? It's okay. Magic of podcasting. Shit. Shit! I'm sorry, it just feels good to talk, you know? Like, you're asking me questions, but I can just talk. I can just... Say what's on my mind. My thoughts are important. I'm spending a lot of time in therapy. The kind of stuff I used to roll my eyes at. But I'm important. Right?

I matter. You absolutely do. Yeah. Did I ever... Did I ever thank you for it? I mean... Officially? Do your listeners know how hard you worked? You and Joe and Lisa and Carl and Hal? Your listeners need to know, good lord, I hope none of you listening ever need the services of the Innocence Coalition, but if you do, you call these people and you will be in good...

Well, okay, thank you. I mean, you don't need to thank me at all. We did what was right, but enough about us. I'm not here to pat me on the back. I want to talk to you, to Dusty. Let's jump back a little to your life as a kid. Your journals, the early ones from before you were captured, mention tension at home.

You know, that was after dad passed. I mean, I got passed around a little. You know how it goes. First to the angry aunt, and then to the bad uncle, and then to the foster system, and I... I got a lot of the wrong kind of attention. I mean, I don't think I'm really into talking about that today. No, it's okay. It's...

What's a day like for you now? I don't know. Pretty boring, I guess. I'm learning how to do everything again for the third time, you know. There was life before, life in captivity. Life in jail. And then there's now. I have to start over every time. There's rules to remember. Rules to forget. What kind of rules? Well, I mean, now I can sleep whenever I want to, for as long as I want to. I couldn't in the facility. And in jails, they have schedules. No clocks in the facility. No outside light.

Time didn't exist. At least in jail, I got to see the sun rise and set at regular intervals. Even if it was through frosted glass windows with bars. Days... I hated it there, but days started to make more sense. Not the living. Just the day itself. Everything started to normalize. And then... I mean, now I can go to sleep whenever. But I can't. My brain still doesn't understand it. I panic. When I wake up, I never remember where I am.

It was kind of embarrassing, but when I can't get to sleep, I go in the bathroom in the tub with a blanket over me. Why? It's just contained. Like, my brain feels the tub and remembers where I am, and when I wake up, I'm safe. Do you have a lot of trouble sleeping? I don't understand what it is anymore, you know?

That's something you take for granted. Most people do. You go to bed when you want, and you know, you'll sleep for a set amount of time. Some people can choose when to wake up. Some wake up on their own, you know? And me... I'm just... It feels like being thrown down in this big, wide field. My brain shuts off and then there could be anything out there in the tall grass, you know?

I know there's not, but there could be. My brain knows that. Because you think he could be out there. He is out there. He's... What's that experiment? Schroeder, the one with the cat? Schrodinger's cat? Yeah, yeah. Until we know where he is, he's everywhere and nowhere, right? And until they catch him... I'm not alive, and I'm not dead. Make sense? Like I'm stuck in amber here, and I can't really move on, not until I know. It must be awful. It is.

Talk about him. Describe him for our audience. Is there anything you noticed about him? Tics? Speech patterns? Anything people can keep an eye out for? He's kinda tall. like six foot or so he was skinny but also kind of like farmer tough if that makes sense kind of sinewy and he had muscles right and um

I don't know. White guy? He was shaving his head while we were in the facility, buzzing it down. Kept his arms shaved, probably everything else too, but I only saw his forearms. And he didn't really have eyebrows. He didn't shave them off, but they were so fine you could barely see them. You know, he had a thing about hair. Did he ever shave your hair? No. No, he pretty much forbade it.

I mean, no sharp objects near me. And he wouldn't do it. Shave me, I mean. That was just for test material. Shit. For victims. I'm... I'm sorry. For victims. Please, please correct me if you hear me say that kind of stuff. What stuff? Just... I mean, you know, his language. His programming. I'm still... You know, I have to catch myself sometimes. Stop myself from doing things I think he'd want. Like what? Not talking to people.

asking people for permission to do anything. You know, the first day out, I was, John from the project took me out for coffee, right? I asked him permission. to go to the bathroom to wash my hands and once i was in there i couldn't leave I started yelling for him. He heard me and he came running. But, you know, those doors have the key code locks and he so he couldn't let me out. And I'm just begging him. Can I come out now? Can I come out, please? And he's.

He's out there yelling for the barista to get the coat and the barista just sees a dude trying to get to a woman's restroom. So he's like, hell no. And I'm just crying, begging for permission to come back out of there. That's terrible. It is. I know it is, but shit, I mean, I went through it, not you. Had to be there, I guess. I can't understand. I haven't had much to laugh at for years. Years. I mean, every day I feel like I wake up a new woman. Every day I look back.

on the me from yesterday and i see how much i change every day and i'm making progress i'm journaling again for me only for me And I saved that. That's important, you know? I had to teach myself to write left-handed. I guess being cuffed to that radiator for so long at the end messed up something with... the circulation in my right hand we're doing pt for that and i'm sorry i'm rambling well uh what was the question i don't remember sorry

We'll get through this. No worries. You were talking about the scientist. Things to look out for. Yes, so yeah, shaved head. He had that weird scar by his eye that... Y shaped thing. He says he got it through a divine intervention. Did that ever make public record? No. He told me he had a vision one night. He was on the border of here and beyond, and he couldn't see through the veil, so he needed to make his eye bigger. He cut himself open? I guess. He never got into it.

I think he used a lot of psychedelics or something. I had nightmares about him, and where that scar was was just an open hole. A third eye on the side of his head, just bleeding shadows everywhere. And he's calm. He's always calm. He almost never raised his voice. Except at the end, when everything fell apart. He likes to talk to people. I mean...

That's how he lures him in, you know? He's such a good listener. He gets you to open up and want more, but he never, never tries... He doesn't have sex with his victims? No. no it's strange isn't it i mean everyone is convinced i was raped down there that every victim was but i swear i've never seen that man naked wasn't there a night though we had a recording towards the end of your time there where we heard him

unsnapping something while you were sleeping, talking to himself, and it almost sounded like he was trying to talk himself out of touching you. Really? I mean, I don't think so. I would remember. I'd at least see the evidence, you know? If he'd done anything or tried to clean up after, I would... You were drugged. Couldn't... No. No, look. It's not...

Besides that night in the hotel room after he kidnapped me, I've never seen him touch other people outside of his experiment, you know? What else? No tattoos, no limp or anything like that. A lot of people have asked me if he's some big monster, some presence or force. He's not. He's just normal, you know? Less than normal. He's invisible.

If you were in a room with him and two other people, you'd probably think he was just a piece of furniture. He just doesn't register, right? People don't see him. And I think he used that to his advantage.

Did he use any aliases? He used the name Dalton pretty much every time. That wasn't his real name, not much she told me. But I think it's like one of those things where if you're gonna tell- big lie and tell it often, you have to keep it simple. So most people thought his first name was Dalton. Except Frankie. He thought that was his last name, I think. He called him Mr. Dalton all the time.

Or maybe that was like a southern politeness thing? Can we talk about Frankie? Yes. Please, yes. He was a beautiful soul. I'm gonna burn in hell for what I did. Well, now, I mean... No need to sugarcoat it. I mean, I'm burning in hell now. Anytime I think about him or talk about him, it's not your fault. Don't apologize. I see his face all the time, too. I think about how horrible his life was. I want to apologize to everyone who loved him. All of his friends. He had a lot of friends.

He talked about them. All transient people. There are all of these beautiful people out in the world that someone else has just thrown away like trash. I wish I could tell them all that I know what they've been through and I know. how it feels you can't accept it someone tells you you're worthless you just can't it's disgusting frankie was tossed out by his family and why

because he made the mistake of falling in love with someone and telling them about it. I won't apologize to them. They threw him out to the wolves. They delivered him to a butcher because of how he was and who he loved. What's wrong with that? What's wrong with loving someone? Why do people want to punish people for that? I wish I knew. But I'm hoping that part of this interview...

Part of this project for me is protecting victims. Runaways, women, vulnerable people. Anyone listening to this who feels alone or scared or hopeless or trapped. That's why I'm doing this. there's a way out there's always a way out a good way and sometimes it's hard or scary or impossible to take that first step but you can take it you know it might hurt more at first than standing still but

take that step, right? That's true. I mean, I wish someone had been there for me sometimes. Someone to talk to that I could have just figured out. why I was bouncing around so much from place to place. Nowhere I felt right, you know? I was on a path, a path to self-discovery, and it was wonderful, and then I just... Fell in a hole, I guess. That implies you did something wrong, though, doesn't it? That you should have been looking out for signs? I mean, the fault is on him. It is.

That's all on him, but none of that means I shouldn't have had my damn head on swivel. I got complacent. I relaxed. The wolves are always out there, even when you feel at your safest. They're there. Ready to eat. Hungry. Just waiting for you to relax. It's what happened to Frankie. He fell in with a group. He trusted people. He let his guard down and...

Look, I hold his family responsible. I wasn't done talking about them yet. I don't care if it means more legal problems for me. The world has got to know. I hold them personally responsible for his death. I was an instrument. I got used and I know I'll have to answer for it, but they forced him out into the wild and it destroyed him. And I'm so sorry that I had to be there for any of it. I held his hand.

And I tried to comfort him. And I wanted him to know that it was okay to let go. It was better to let go. I think... I honestly think that given enough distance and time... You'll, I mean, I can't say you'll forgive yourself, but I think you'll understand where you were and why you did what you did. I hope so. I really do. I hope.

That's all I do on a constant basis. Hope. Hope for me and hope he gets caught and hope that the other victims' families can start to find peace too. It's ugly. All of it. I know a lot of our listeners were hoping to hear more about your life in captivity or your time in jail. I feel like I've spent so many weeks detailing it that it's not really necessary.

I don't think you should have to relive any of it. We can, if you want to. I feel like the record that's in the public is already pretty detailed. Or as detailed as you need it to be. It was boring. Boring and cruel. Boring? That's an interesting choice of words. How do you mean? Yeah, I mean, you know, sitting alone in a room.

underground in jail wherever at the same time it's the scariest thing waiting for someone knowing someone is out there him or a guard or another inmate but mostly boring the kind of boring that hurts you see the same walls The same people or lack of people. Nothing changes. There's comfort in the routine. But it grinds on me too. I mean...

I talked to people in jail, people who were in for life, and they always said they wish they could die. Every day. You wake up, and you do the same things. There's... They don't want you to get better. The people that hold you. They don't want anything for you other than for you to stay put and stay quiet. It's cruel, you know? People call the death penalty inhumane. But what's sitting in an 8x10 room for decades? What's that? I wish... I would hope when they catch him...

You know, people tell me or ask me, don't you hope they catch him? Don't you want him to suffer in jail for the rest of his life? Well, I can tell you I'm a staunch opponent of the death penalty, but he... He gives me pause. It's not very easy to say he doesn't deserve to die. It's not a matter of deserve. He needs to die. I want him to die. I want him to have never existed, but I can't have that. I want him erased.

and gone. It's better for him, better for me, better for all of us. Nothing cruel about the death penalty when it's deserved. And I don't even want him to suffer through that. Just quick and painless and end it. Until they do, I won't be able to sleep. He could be locked up for decades and I won't feel safe. I'll never feel safe.

He comes to me when I close my eyes. I try to tell myself that he's not there, that he can't get to me anymore, but I can never be sure of that. Nobody can. So how do you get around it? Living? I guess. What else am I supposed to do? I have mountains of paperwork. Someone told me on the way here that my mother was trying to get in touch with me. Really? Yeah. Yeah, well, I don't know. I'm still trying to paint. Trying to write. I'm going to write a memoir of this.

I have to. I have to get it out of me, you know? I want to... He trashed my voice. I used to sing. I can't now. I don't sound... I want to find my way back to that. There's something close to it. Guitar, maybe? Maybe cello? They say the cello sound is the closest to the human voice. It's... I can't imagine having that taken away from this. Don't take this the wrong way, but it seems like all you had out there on the road was your sense of adventure and your voice, right? Yeah.

Yeah. Just as much trouble as they were help though. It's just a chance to become something else right now, right? Maybe you'll see me on stage playing an instrument someday. Who knows? I believe in you. I always have. Yeah? Yeah. You have. I just... Thank you. Again. If we never talk again, I mean, thank you for everything you did. You've done. All of it. We'll talk again.

I have to say that. Look, beyond... Sorry, podcast listeners, if this is getting too casual. Dusty, you have my number. You call me anytime, day or night. If you need someone to talk to, or you need to go out, or you just have a question about how something works... Like public restrooms? Exactly. I'm here. Freeing you is my project and my cause. But you are not a project. You're a person. You deserve a chance to figure out what that means. Thank you. Why do you-

Can I ask you questions, too? Sure. Why do you care so much? I mean, I kind of see it in you. Something happened in your past, right? My dad always used to say, we can smell our own kind. Sounds kind of gross. Sorry. I just mean, I feel like you've got something pushing you from behind in this tube, you know? That, yeah, that might be an off-air conversation. There are things I'll talk about someday. That will be a whole other podcast, though. Okay.

Maybe we're doing this again, right? Next month? Absolutely. I want to talk to you more about how you're adjusting to the world. I'm getting a little tired. We can wrap this up. Did I mess up the interview? No, not at all. We can edit this out in post. We'll pick a good question from earlier to go out on. You'll sound great. Did you want to add anything for the outro?

They're going to edit this together, clean up all the dead spots, you know. Anything you want to say to the people out there. No, nothing, really. You've been so nice. And we'll do this again in a month. Sure, sure. And in between, I meant what I said. You can call me if you need anything. I will. Alright, we'll add an outro from the studio. Yep.

Cool. So there you have it. I was supposed to be recording a tidy outro for this. You wouldn't have heard most of that chitchat at the end. And then he called. Sorry, this part is a little sloppy. I do think, airing it raw like that, that you get a sense of Dusty. How lonely she is, and how open to the world, and how scared.

I want her to find her way. This was supposed to be the first of a two-part finale. I wanted an interview this week of who she was, and one on the next episode of who she could become. So we'll have at least one more to go. as scary as things are right now. You have the story of Jane Doe, Subject Six, The Larkspur Lady, Dusty Fowler.

Whether you think she should be punished for what she did or pitied or somewhere in between is up to you. I would hope you'd have empathy. I would hope you'd want to look out for your fellow human beings. Stop disconnecting and start reaching out. Someone out there needs your help. A kind word, a single question could have been the difference between Dusty getting away from that truck stop or never leaving that bar.

Don't be afraid to stand up for someone. I'll update the podcast schedule once I've set a date with Dusty. Shit, sorry. I forgot to turn this off to- It's him, Michael-

It's a blocked number. Can you... Don't worry about the cops. I'm putting it on speaker. Don't you dare stop recording. Just... Hello? Hello? Are you recording this? Yes. For broadcast? Whether you want it or not, yes. Good. We're going to have a conversation then. I want equal time. There are laws... What do you want? Are you hoping to trace this call? You won't. I want to send you some things. I want you to be prepared. Prepared for what? Things are in motion.

I have a statement I want you to put on your website. That's not entirely up to me. You will. If you want this to continue, you will. Have you... Why don't you contact the authorities? Maybe it's time to end this. Turn yourself in. You'll get your chance to speak. You'll get your day in court. You don't think the media would eat up the chance to- Why do you keep interrupting me? Sorry, I- That's- No, I'm not. No, I'm not sorry.

You don't get to pull the strings here. I'm not- What? A puppet? Like that broken shit doll that ruined my experiment? You think I care about you? Your opinion? Your material? A tool. It means to an end, and you're just wasting the one thing neither of us has much of right now. Time. I ask questions. You answer. It's a simple process, and I want you to ask me questions.

I would need time- Not today. You'll have your time to write your questions. Today, I talk. You listen. You don't get to make any demands of this. You're part of it. You have always been. Here. We're in the here. All of us. I'm a listener. Big fan of the show. Your listeners deserve to have the full picture. You've glossed over the basics, the planes of reality. You've left out details.

of what I'm trying to accomplish, that you make me sound crazy. You make me sound like an animal. I'm searching for answers. And you, the police, everyone, You stepped in just as it was going to end. They pulled her out. They've interrupted the results. But you started something new. I didn't. Time, Miss Bay. Time. Let me say what needs to be said. Then you can do what you must. Here's what you did. We have a simultaneous problem of the Hawthorne Effect and the Observer Effect. Subject 6.

is aware she is being observed and has thus changed her behavior. That is known as the Hawthorne effect. The observer effect, though, that's where things get a little tricky for you. Your listeners, do you think they will be able to live with themselves for their role in what happened? What will happen? By mere dint of observation, the outcomes have shifted.

The experiment was nearly complete in Colorado, and I left so that the final phase could begin. She was ready to begin the final step. The police interfered, but she was moved to a different facility of sorts. Observation could have continued. continued while she was in jail. Things still could have continued, but you stepped in, specifically you, Terra Bay, to remove Subject Six from the second experimental environment.

You interrupted the new phase. And now she's out in the world, contaminating it, and it contaminating her. And worse, you display this data... to the untrained eyes of the public. Every listener is now an observer, all culpable, all complicit. It's on your heads, in your ears. We are not complicit in any- You aired portions of the experiment that weren't intended to be for public consumption. Are you arguing that the public needed to hear the test material's final moments?

Are you saying that it was your duty to bring the last screams of that woman, that little boy, to the adoring public? People needed to hear about the boy's heart getting crushed. The woman drowning. I'm not going to argue. No. You didn't have to share any of that to make your point. But you know how important it is. You want to see the veil broken too. I will...

contact you within two days by email. You will put the statement on your website. You will... I'm not getting involved in this. You already are. You always were. There is no refusal. It's begun. Turn yourself in. He hung up. Did it record? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Tara, we need to turn this into the police. Get that uploaded now. Put it up now. We're not going to be threatened. He's not going to scare us away.

Don't edit this. Any of it. Fuck it. This episode is done. We will be back. We will have a follow-up with Dusty. He does not get to dictate how this ends or anything else. Not as long as I'm here. This is Michael Madera, Managing Director for Plainview Public Radio. I'd like to take the opportunity to read a brief statement from the station. We support Tara Bay fully in her quest for justice for Charlene Fowler.

but we would also like to state our strong opposition to giving any sort of platform to the man known as the scientist. Although this podcast was not made for broadcast radio. And although Tara Bay has full creative license on the release and final edits of her episodes, we still feel the need to make sure that any program associated with our station lives up to its broadcast and journalistic standards.

We believe Tara let her passion get the best of her in making the decision to air the audio of her phone calls with the scientist. She has agreed to tag this statement onto the end of this episode prior to uploading, and we will be discussing the direction of the show to come. We turned all of our audio and call logs over to the police as soon as we finished.

and they're still in the process of determining if the call was authentic or if this was a hoax. Our main concern is always accuracy, and we have a policy against airing any news prior to substantiation of facts. We will issue updates in future episodes or on our website to correct any inaccuracies contained in this or any broadcast from our station. And we apologize for any concern this audio may have caused.

We hope you will continue to listen to and trust Plainview Public Radio as your source of local and national news. Thank you. And as part of my let's call it a spirited discussion with the station. I'm jumping back on to add that we will continue the show. In two weeks, we'll have another interview with Dusty and more updates on this developing situation. Thanks for listening. We'll do better next time.