M. William Phelps

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Every human being fantasizes, daydreams, lies in bed at night, drifts off during the day while at work or school, perhaps envisioning a different version of reality.

They might peer into the crystal ball of their future and see themselves hitting the lotto, having children, becoming a professional athlete, getting that girl or guy they've always wanted, or perhaps carrying out a diabolical murder in the most brutal ways imaginable.

Fact is, some fantasize about unicorns dancing in fluffy pink clouds, while others imagine that person they despise dying a slow, miserable death.

This is the story of both, with the fantasy aspect of it all gone horrifically and fatally wrong.

You know, I can't force anybody to believe what I have to say.

I am stating truth.

That's it.

I don't care how it makes me look.

I don't care what it does to my reputation.

Dr. Schwartz deserves the truth.

He deserves the truth.

His family deserves the truth.

Dr. Robert Bob Schwartz hasn't shown up for work.

It's the 10th of December, 2001.

His coworker Terry said it was unlike him to miss a meeting and not come to work.

The renowned scientist, a pioneer in DNA research, would have let someone know if he wasn't coming in.