NIC: From Pacific Northwest Stories and Minnow Beats Whale, it’s Tanis. I’m Nic Silver. We’re telling the story of Tanis in order, week to week, so if you haven’t listened to the first four episodes, go back and start there. We’ll try not to get too far ahead by the time you get back.
NIC: I started this podcast because I missed mystery. I was longing for a time, way back when, if you didn’t know what the fourth Rocky movie was called or where Paul Auster was from you just didn’t know. Now, I don’t want to go back to the pre-internet age, I love the internet. I just feel like along with all the amazing connectivity and information that we’ve gained, we may have lost a few things along the way, and the thing we’ve lost that I miss the most…is mystery. That sense of not knowing, of having to work for a feeling of discovery has almost disappeared from our day to day lives.
I understood all of this conceptually, but discovering the Tanis myth has made me realize just how much I actually miss not being able to find out almost everything there is to know about something in under a minute. I’m excited about the search for Tanis, of course, but I wonder how I’ll feel at the end, if I actually figure this thing out. I haven’t been able to get in touch with Meerkatnip for a few days now, I’m guessing she was a bit freaked out, two huge internet mysteries that had been a large part of her life appeared, at least in theory, to be somehow connected to the myth of Tanis. In addition, there was the wiping of cassette tapes in our studio, and the coincidental purchase of all of Carl van Sant’s possessions by some mysterious person or persons. I asked Geoff, but those buyers didn’t leave a card or any contact information at all.
NIC: Conspiracy is defined as, “a secret plan by a group to do something unlawful or harmful.” I kept thinking about Carl van Sant. His brother, Geoff, was convinced that Carl was paranoid and more than a little bit out there, but just because you’re convinced someone’s out to get you doesn’t mean they’re not, right? What if there is somebody out to get you, but you have no idea who that somebody is? On the subject of conspiracies, we received an email from someone calling themselves the Rat. The Rat said he had information about Tanis, and that he wanted to meet.
- NIC: Okay. It’s almost an hour passed when we were supposed to meet and still no sign of The Rat. He didn’t give me any kind of description, so he could be anyone. I’m going to wait another few minutes.
- RAT: Do you hear that? The music?
- NIC: The Rat had been sitting at the table beside me the whole time. She was in her twenties, mid to late I would guess, but it was hard to tell. She had short bleach, blonde hair, visible under a black hoodies, ripped skinny jeans, and worn out, gray Converse All Stars. She stood up and walked out. I picked up my recorder and followed.
- NIC: Where are we going? (door opening and closing)
- RAT: Could you take your shoes off?
- NIC: Of course. (taking shoes off)
- MOTHER: Miranda, is that you?
- RAT: I’m going upstairs, mom!
- MOTHER: Are you hungry?
- RAT: I said I’m going upstairs!
- NIC: So you mentioned Tanis in your message?
- RAT: They were playing Elliot Smith.
- NIC: …okay?
- RAT: At the café?
- NIC: Yeah?
- RAT: They were playing Elliot Smith!
- NIC: Okay. You don’t like Elliot Smith?
- RAT: I fucking love Elliot Smith.
- NIC: Oh.
- RAT: You don’t get it, do you?
- NIC: I don’t think I do.
- RAT: (frustrated sigh) They knew that we were there.
- NIC: THEY knew we were there? Okay…?
- RAT: In October 2003, 34 year old Elliot Smith stabbed himself in the chest with a kitchen knife in Silver Lake because he was depressed and spoke openly about suicide. He wrote songs about it, had grainy jumpers on his album covers, named records after Kierkegaard, and all the rest of it, right?
- NIC: That sounds familiar, yeah.
- RAT: They say he warned us this was coming with his music, but there’s a lot more to the story.
- NIC: Okay.
- RAT: In the late 80’s, something changed in Elliot Smith. In his early journals, Smith mentioned a place in the woods, a place he visited often. He called it his inspiration. It was shortly after this discovery that he formed Heatmiser with Neil Gust. He returned to this place in the woods whenever he could.
- NIC: So, wait… you think Elliot Smith was inspired by the woods, by Tanis?
- RAT: I’m getting there.
- NIC: Okay.
- RAT: Toxicology reports reveal no drugs, only the proper dose of antidepressants. They called his wounds atypical of suicide, said that those wounds raise the suspicion of homicide. He was stabbed twice, and there were no hesitation wounds, which are almost always present in suicides.
- NIC: Right. Almost always, but not always.
- RAT: The autopsy found cuts on both of his hands and under his right arm, described as possible defensive wounds. It claimed that his girlfriend’s reported removal of the knife and subsequent refusal to speak with detectives were all of concern.
- NIC: This all sounds familiar, but…um…Tanis?
- RAT: Elliot Smith was often called the tragic heir to Kurt Cobain. He made gloomy music for gloomy kids, which brings us to Kurt Cobain.
- NIC: Okay?
- RAT: Kurt Cobain loved Washington State. He would walk for hours through the deep, green forests alone, thinking up lyrics. He wrote about the woods in his journals, one place in particular, a place he described as, “alive with spirit and energy.” He would walk for hours trying to find it, trying to hear it specifically.
- NIC: Trying to hear it?
- RAT: Yes. He said if he was really still, he could sometimes hear it. He also said that it moved. Sometimes it was in the same area, but more often than not it had moved to a different part of the woods and that it had changed. He was scared sometimes and inspired other times. He never knew exactly which way things would go on any given day, but he said that it was worth it. The darkness and the light were equally important. He especially loved walking around the woods at his place on Lake Washington, which is what he’d spent the day doing on April 05, 1994, the day that he allegedly killed himself.
- NIC: Allegedly?
- RAT: He couldn’t have pulled the trigger on that much heroin.
- NIC: Okay, well, I’m not familiar with those details, I’m afraid. But I feel like you might be crossing the line, switching the focus from depression or anxiety to some type of supernatural force, and I’m not sure that’s…appropriate here.
- RAT: You don’t like Nirvana?
- NIC: I really do, actually.
- RAT: Hmm. Well, did you know that Elliot Smith was working on an album at the time of his death?
- NIC: I do, I have it. It’s a great record.
- RAT: Did you know that Elliot Smith wrote a song about the place in the woods near Seattle? A Place of Power? That song was mysteriously left off the album and never mentioned. You don’t find that odd?
- NIC: So…okay…but if it was never mentioned, how do you know about it?
- RAT: Because I hear about music.
- NIC: Okay, well, I’m not sure that hearing-
- RAT: You think I’m crazy, don’t you?
- NIC: Well, no, I don’t think you’re crazy. I think you’re enthusiastic.
- RAT: Right.
- NIC: I’m sorry, but I just don’t see a conspiracy.
- RAT: Hmmm.
- NIC: So, okay, well, how do you know so much about these unreleased songs?
- RAT: My boyfriend.
- NIC: Your boyfriend?
- RAT: He’s an engineer. He worked with both of those artists, he knows.
- NIC: Um….
- RAT: They were both writing songs about the woods of the Pacific Northwest and they both committed very questionable suicides just before the songs could be released?
- NIC: Okay, again, depression is a very real thing, and I don’t think blaming it on some kind of-
- RAT: You really don’t think all of this is highly suspect?
- NIC: Not really. To be honest, it feels like a bit of a stretch.
- RAT: That’s what they said about JFK and 9/11.
- NIC: What about JFK and 9/11?
- RAT: You know what about. (pause) I’ve been listening to your podcast.
- NIC: Oh?
- RAT: I know it was Tanis. They found it, and they were killed because they were gonna tell the world about it.
- MOTHER: Miranda, I made some sandwiches!
- RAT: I said I’m not hungry!
- MOTHER: What about your friend?
- RAT: Are you hungry?
NIC: So, that was the Rat. In case you didn’t put it together, which I didn’t until I saw her signed release form, The Rat is Miranda Hayes. Miranda Hayes is the last of our deep-web Fish and Tackle bulletin board participants. Kevin Murray and Rory Anderson being the others. Miranda Hayes had become obsessed with the Tanis myth through music. Although, when I asked her how she’d actually connected the musicians to Tanis, she said she couldn’t remember exactly. She thought it was bits of information and whispers here and there that led her to that bulletin board and finally to this podcast.
I’m not convinced there’s a large conspiracy involved in faking rock star suicides, but I suppose it is nice that our podcast is getting out there. There are so many avenues to explore where the myth of Tanis is concerned, and I’m prepared to go as far as it takes to figure this thing out. To that end, we’re heading back in time, to the middle of the 17th century in France, where a man mentioned often by both Jack Parsons and Aleister Crowley was garnering quite a reputation.
NIC: Paris in the 17th century was dominated by its kings. Louis the 13th and 14th, in particular. It was also the time of Cardinal Richelieu and the imagined world of The Three Musketeers. The Frenchman with the reputation Parsons and Crowley had been interested in was named Nicolas Flamel. He was a successful writer and manuscript seller. Flamel had apparently trained as an alchemist, and reputedly learned arcane secrets from a mysterious holy man he encountered on the road in Spain. Perhaps the most interesting fact about Flamel, however, was the fact that he had become well-known 200 years after his apparent death in 1418.
Legend has it, Flamel discovered the Philosopher’s Stone and achieved immortality. A group of believers dug up his grave to discover he wasn’t there. Flamel was spotted in Turkey a few weeks later. So, what’s the connection between Flamel and Tanis? Well, Flamel’s reputation is based on his discovery of the Philosopher’s Stone, and his achieving immortality through the Elixir of Life. What most Flamel scholars described as the Elixir of Life, however, may not have been an elixir at all. A book on alchemy published in Paris in 1612 was attributed to Flamel. According to that book, Flamel had made it his life’s work to understand the text of a mysterious 21 page book he had purchased earlier.
Around 1378, Flamel travelled to Spain for assistance with translation. On the way back, he reported that he met a sage who identified the book as a copy of The Book of Abramelin, the mage. Many believe the book provided Flamel and his wife with the recipe for immortality, but there are others who interpret the translation differently. They believe the book provided a map, a map to the Philosopher’s Stone. They also believed that the stone moved around, every four centuries or so and that it was quite large. One particularly devoted scholar was convinced that the stone was reddish in color. Professor Adams believed that Tanis moved from Europe to North America around the dawn of the 19th century, so Nicholas Flamel was at the right place in the right time, as far as Professor Adams’ theory of Tanis goes.
Back in the present, Meerkatnip finally got in touch.
- NIC: It’s been a while.
- MK: I was hacked.
- NIC: Really?
- MK: Yep. Big time.
- NIC: Is everything okay?
- MK: Yeah, it’s fine. I have back-ups of my back-ups. My system can handle pretty much anything but it can take a while to get my safety protocols up and running again.
- NIC: Okay. Do you have any idea who hacked you or why?
- MK: No, not this time. They were serious though. It was almost impressive.
- NIC: Almost?
- MK: Almost.
- NIC: Well, I’m glad you’re okay.
- MK: Thanks! So, I have contact information for Julie Green.
- NIC: For Julie Green?
- MK: Sorry, Julie Sanders, she got married.
- NIC: Julie Sanders?
- MK: Which one of us is obsessed with this Tanis thing?
- NIC: Right, right. Julie Sanders was the editor of Pacifica, the freelancer.
- MK: Correct.
- NIC: Okay, I’ll give her a call. Thanks.
- MK: Cool. Anything else you want me to dig up?
- NIC: Are you sure everything’s okay?
- MK: Peachy.
- NIC: Well, then, just more of the same, if you can find it.
- MK: I’ll find it.
- NIC: Okay, thanks. (Skype disconnects) But you already hung up. Okay.
- GREEN: I’m so sorry, it’s kind of hard to get a signal. We have a satellite phone.
NIC: That’s Julie Green, formerly Julie Sanders. She lives in Antarctica with her new husband, apparently they move around a lot. It took a few messages back and forth to finally get her on the phone.
- NIC: So, do you remember the book Pacifica?
- GREEN: Yeah, that feels like a long time ago.
- NIC: Right, but you definitely remember it?
- GREEN: Of course, I love that book.
- NIC: Is it true that Avery Ellis downloaded Pacifica from a Firefly fanfiction forum?
- GREEN: Pacifica was definitely Firefly fanfiction, but it wasn’t from any forum.
- NIC: No?
- GREEN: No. I have no idea how Avery Ellis got her hands on it.
- NIC: Really?
- GREEN: Really. That novel was actually from a creative writing class, a workshop I ran at a local community college. That’s where I met the woman who wrote it.
- NIC: Huh. She was a student?
- GREEN: No. It was a night course. She worked at a restaurant at the time, I think.
- NIC: You’re sure it wasn’t Avery Ellis?
- GREEN: Yeah, I’m a hundred percent sure.
- NIC: Okay, do you have any idea where I might find the… the writer?
- GREEN: She disappeared.
- NIC: Sorry, she disappeared? What do you mean?
- GREEN: I mean, she was gone. I tried to find her once I got the offer.
- NIC: The offer?
- GREEN: Yeah, they offered her seven figures.
- NIC: Someone offered her a million dollars?!
- GREEN: I heard three.
- NIC: For a book? For…for fanfiction?
- GREEN: That’s what I heard.
- NIC: Do you remember the name of the publishing company that made the offer?
- GREEN: It wasn’t a publisher.
- NIC: No?
- GREEN: No. It was a private company. Sorry, it was a long time ago.
- NIC: And…how…what were the circumstances around the- this offer?
- GREEN: Well, I brought the book to my boss at the time, she must have sent it up the chain or-or whatever. And a little while later, they asked me to put them in touch with the writer.
- NIC: Okay, and what happened then?
- GREEN: And I told her about the offer. She didn’t seem to get it at first. I think that she was kind of in shock.
- NIC: In shock?
- GREEN: That’s the sense that I got. Anyway, when the company tried to get in touch, they couldn’t. She vanished.
- NIC: She vanished?
- GREEN: I tried everything I could to find her, but I couldn’t. She was gone. Her apartment was empty. They hired a private detective, I think.
- NIC: Really?
- GREEN: That was the rumor.
- NIC: Okay, so, the writer disappeared. What happened to the book?
- GREEN: Because of the money involved, my boss made me hand over the hardcopy and my laptop and we all signed nondisclosure agreements. I got a huge bonus, and that was the last I heard about it until the Avery Ellis commotion.
- NIC: Right. So, to be clear, this writer, a waitress taking a community college night course in creative writing, turned down three million dollars and then just disappeared or vanished? That doesn’t make sense!
- GREEN: Believe me, I thought the same thing. I’m sorry, but the battery doesn’t last very long on this phone.
- NIC: I understand. Could you tell me what Pacifica was about?
- GREEN: Wow. That was a long time ago.
- NIC: If there’s anything at all you can remember-
- GREEN: Okay, well, it was about a planet, I think. Similar to ours’, but there was a mythology, really interesting, something about a spirit or a power, like a scary version of The Force in “Star Wars”, but deeper and maybe more like The Spice in Dune.
- NIC: Really? Do you remember the word Tanis?
- GREEN: Oh, that’s it! That’s what it was called, Tanis! Right! It’s been so long. I’m afraid my phone is going to die!
- NIC: Okay, well, I don’t suppose you made a copy?
- GREEN: Of Pacifica?
- NIC: Yes.
- GREEN: No way! I’ve never seen security like that. They took everything. If my phone dies, I’m sorry.
- NIC: That’s okay. Thank you so much for taking the time, Julie.
- GREEN: Okay, okay, good luck with everything.
- NIC: Thank you.
- GREEN: Bye.
- NIC: Bye.
-
- (phone disconnects)
NIC: Due to that nondisclosure agreement, Julie was understandably unwilling to provide the name of Pacifica’s writer. So, Avery Ellis walks into a major publisher with a book of Firefly fanfiction that was actually written by a community college night school student and lies to the company. Twice. First, telling them that she wrote it, and then telling them she stole it from an online forum. Avery Ellis’ father’s company buys the publisher in order to prevent the novel’s publication and protect his daughter’s reputation. The end result, Avery Ellis is free and clear and Pacifica is never published and that’s where the trail goes cold. For most people.
- MK: Okay, this is a tough one.
- NIC: Really? What did you find?
- MK: Well, do you remember all that phone hacking recently?
- NIC: I didn’t look at any of those pictures.
- MK: Not that recently. Back during the News International scandal days.
- NIC: Yeah, I remember that.
- MK: Okay, well, I found an archive of some of that stuff, which was actually wiped pretty well. The Avery Ellis pictures were…popular, let’s say.
- NIC: Right.
- MK: What people didn’t know at the time is that everything on Avery Ellis’ phone was hacked, including text messages, voicemails, and the rest.
- NIC: That makes sense.
- MK: Right, but the public never saw that stuff.
- NIC: Just- they just saw the pictures.
- MK: Right.
- NIC: And why didn’t we see the rest of it?
- MK: Nobody really cared enough to spread it, so they were able to wipe it off the web thoroughly and quickly.
- NIC: Right. And who are they?
- MK: Exactly.
- NIC: Okay.
- MK: There’s no way you could pull off cleaning like that today, it’s too high profile.
- NIC: Right, so what did you find, exactly?
- MK: A few messages from Avery to her friends. Apparently, Avery Ellis stole the book from her father’s computer to piss him off.
- NIC: Her father, Cameron Ellis?
- MK: That’s the dude.
- NIC: What was Cameron Ellis doing with a book of Firefly fanfiction on his computer?
- MK: Fucked if I know. It’s not my department. But Avery’s messages say that book was pretty important to daddy, for some reason.
- NIC: Well, that’s a lot to think about.
- MK: Good luck!
- NIC: (laughs) Okay, well-
- MK: Oh! No! Wait. Sorry, I almost forgot the best part.
- NIC: Okay?
- MK: The writer.
- NIC: What writer?
- MK: The writer of Pacifica. Her name is Morgan Miller.
- NIC: You found the writer?
- MK: You bet. Well, I found her name.
- NIC: Cool! Can you send me whatever you have?
- MK: Done.
- NIC: Of course.
- MK: No. I don’t mean that I sent it to you already.
- NIC: Oh.
- MK: I mean that all I could find is her name, she’s a ghost.
- NIC: A ghost?
- MK: Yeah, that’s what we call someone without online presence.
- NIC: Okay. A ghost, okay.
- MK: That’s right, so I’m going to keep trying to dig something up, but I don’t like this kind of thing.
- NIC: What kind of thing?
- MK: Ghosts.
- NIC: Oh. Why not?
- MK: I don’t believe in them.
NIC: While MK was looking into it, I did a little detective work myself. I contacted every potential Morgan Miller on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and every other social network. I even looked on LinkedIn. Either Morgan Miller is a pseudonym or she’s not online at all. These days the former is a lot more likely. So how am I going to track down the author of Pacifica? All MK had was a name. She told me to call her MK. If Morgan Miller was a dead end, I was going to have to find another way in. I decided to try and track down the novel itself, but where to start looking? What exactly was Pacifica?
(Keyboard clicking)
NIC: I was deep into Pacifica research when I got a call from Geoff van Sant.
- NIC: Hey, Geoff!
- GEOFF: Hey, Nic, how’s it going?
- NIC: Pretty good.
- GEOFF: Right on. You asked me to give you a call if anything came up regarding my brother?
- NIC: Right. You found something?
- GEOFF: Kind of. I found a key.
- NIC: You found a key?
- GEOFF: Yeah, it’s a post office box key. It was hidden in part of the bathroom wall in a lock box.
- NIC: Wow.
- GEOFF: Yeah, right?
- NIC: That’s interesting!
- GEOFF: Yeah, that’s Carl. Interesting.
- NIC: So how do you know it’s a post office box key?
- GEOFF: The name of the place is stamped into the key.
- NIC: Right. Got it. So-
- GEOFF: Yeah.
- NIC: Did you check the box?
- GEOFF: Sure did.
- NIC: And?
- GEOFF: Just a couple magazines and some other mail.
- NIC: What magazines?
- GEOFF: Let me check. Um…a few copies of Fourteen Times, I don’t know how to say it. F-O-R-T-E-A-N.
- NIC: Right. That’s right. Fortean. And the mail?
- GEOFF: Two subscription renewals and a letter.
- NIC: I thought Carl got his mail at your place.
- GEOFF: Yeah. He did. Which is another strange thing.
- NIC: How so?
- GEOFF: Well, Carl got magazines and shit all the time, you know, like clockwork. But right after he died, they just stopped coming.
- NIC: All of them?
- GEOFF: Yeah. Everything.
- NIC: Did you cancel his mail or something? Redirect the address or-
- GEOFF: Nope.
- NIC: Well, maybe he canceled his accounts before, you know….
- GEOFF: Yeah before he...uh- yeah. That doesn’t sound like my brother.
- NIC: No?
- GEOFF: No.
- NIC: Okay. So what was the letter? Did you open it?
- GEOFF: Sure did.
- NIC: And what was in it? What was it?
- GEOFF: It’s dated a few days after he…uh…yeah, you know?
- NIC: Yeah…could you take a picture of the letter with your phone and send it to me?
- GEOFF: Will do.
- NIC: Cool! Thanks!
- GEOFF: Hey, we should grab a beer.
- NIC: Yeah, let’s do it!
- GEOFF: Tonight?
- NIC: I think I’m going to be working late tonight, actually.
- GEOFF: Okay.
- NIC: But next week, for sure!
- GEOFF: Sounds good.
- NIC: Okay. Cool.
- GEOFF: Bye.
- GEOFF: Okay, bye.
NIC: Geoff sent me a picture of the letter. It wasn’t long. The letter was from a man named Vincent Pardow. It looks like they’d been communicating for a while. Vincent was setting up an appointment with Carl, some kind of hiking or camping trip by the sounds of it. I’ll post a copy of the letter on our website in the notes section. Paul Bay, one of my executive producers at Pacific Northwest Stories was kind enough to agree to read Carl van Sant’s letter.
- BAE (As Pardow): Dear Carl, I think the price is fair, especially considering what I’m getting. The disease is progressing rapidly. So time is of the essence. I’ve picked up all of the supplies you recommended. I’m getting nervous. Have you already selected the other two participants? Are you sure you can find it again? Have they been harassing you? I know, I have so many questions. They know something is happening. Be careful. The first thing I’m going to do when I get better is hire some security. Vince.
NIC: What were Carl van Sant and Vincent Pardo into? It sounds like Carl was selling Vincent something, some kind of treatment, maybe. I found an obituary for a man named Vincent Pardow. He died two months ago. There was no family listed and we’ve been unable to dig up any employment or other records. I asked MK to see if she could find anything, but I’m still waiting to hear back.
- ALEX: Day one. It looks like we’ve reached some kind of starting point or staging area. I think we’re going to rest here for a while. Our guide took everything electronic, our phones, anything metal. She buried them under a specific tree in a plastic bag. She said we’ll pick them up on our way back, but something in her voice made me feel like we may not be coming back. At least, not back this way. I haven’t written using a pad and pencil in years, so hopefully you’re able to read my writing. She’s taken something else, along with our electronics. She’s taken our names. We’re not allowed to use them here. Apparently, she believes they have some kind of strange, arcane power or something. She told us that names begin to lose their meaning where we’re going. If we focus on something else, an occupation or label, we’ll have a better chance of remembering, of maintaining our connection to each other and ourselves. An occupation can be remembered, she told us, a name will be lost. The same way you lose the meaning of a word sometimes. You stare and stare, but you find you’ve lost the meaning. It’s like you’ve never seen those letters together in that order before, that’s how you’ll begin to feel about the names. And eventually, the others in your group. You’ll begin to mistrust them, and it is in this way that things will begin to fall apart. So, there will be no names. You are the novelist, you are the zealot, you are the witness. And I am the runner. That is all. I lead, you follow. Nobody steps ahead of me, for any reason, ever. You do what I do. You go where I go. The way is complicated, there are no straight lines. There will be waiting. There will be entire days where we might only walk a half-mile or less. You’re going to have to trust me. We’ll sleep here tonight. Tomorrow things are going to change. Good night.
NIC: Okay, I’m going to play something for you. This happened while I was recording the voice over you just heard. While I was recording on my own in the studio, Skype opened on our studio’s main computer. This was surprising for a couple reasons, but mainly because Skype wasn’t installed on that computer. I kept recording.
- NIC: Hello?
- WOMAN: There’s a man in a silver Prius outside your building. He’s been there since you arrived. He’s waiting for you.
- NIC: Right. The man in the silver Prius is waiting for me.
- WOMAN: Yes. There’s also a silver Volvo parked out back. A woman is waiting for you there.
- NIC: Is Meerkatnip there? Is this some kind of joke?
- WOMAN: Who?
- NIC: MK?
- WOMAN: I don’t know who that is. This is no joke.
- NIC: Okay, I’m going to hang up now.
- WOMAN: No. You’re going to take the elevator to the basement. They know you ride your bike to work, they won’t expect you down there. I’ll meet you in the parking garage. Two minutes. And you don’t have permission to record my voice.
- (Skype disconnects)
NIC: More on the mysterious Skype woman next week, along with an update on the Pacifica situation. Also, we take a look at a brutal series of murders from the past. It’s Tanis, I’m Nic Silver. We’ll be back again in two weeks. Until then, keep looking.
Tanis is a Minnow Beats Whale and Pacific Northwest Stories production. Produced by Terry Miles. Produced, mixed, and edited by me, Nic Silver. Executive producers Terry Miles and Paul Bae. As always, listen to the Black Tapes Podcast at blacktapespodcast.com.
NIC: For legal and safety reasons, on this podcast we've elected to change some names and leave others out entirely. We don't do this very often, but we're unwilling to compromise people's safety for any reason. Thanks again for listening to Tanis.