Troy Taylor (6:17)
You might have heard Elaine's story before. Back in January 2017, when she first disappeared, her face was everywhere. Newspapers, TV, social media. And when her car was found abandoned a few days later, Glendale Police Department upgraded her case from voluntary missing to critical missing. Basically validating that this wasn't just someone running away to clear their head, that something far more sinister was at play. And when they did, her case exploded. The missing woman's car was found parked along PCH right behind us here. Earlier tonight, search crews were scouring the beach down below with flashlights, looking for any clues as to where this missing woman could be. I'm also told investigators then pinged her phone and knew what was in this general area here in Malibu. If you didn't hear about Elaine's case back then, maybe you know it from To Live and Die in la, the podcast hosted by Neil Strauss. In season two, Neil and his team, his partner Ingrid, his friend Mike Eisinger, Mike's wife, Anne Marie, private investigator Jayden Brandt, and Rosemary Wheeler, a friend of Elaine's mum, Susan, took a deep dive into the case. Neil was a journalist for Rolling Stone, a best selling author and a ghostwriter for some of Hollywood's biggest names. And his team was just as impressive. Ingrid's a model. Mike as the guitarist for Incubus. Ann Marie is a world renowned violinist. Jayden has worked on many major criminal cases. And Rosemary's daughter danced with Elaine in the same trip. They looked at a whole lot of different angles. Suicide, abduction, even cold blooded murder. In the end, they seemed to have settled on the latter. And the theory was almost too shocking to believe that the person responsible for Elaine's disappearance was her own mother, Susan Park. They laid out their evidence, and by the time the podcast wrapped, hundreds of thousands of listeners were convinced. And honestly, as I listened, I found myself believing it too. Because let's be real, where there's smoke, there's fire, right? But the reality with Elaine's case is there's smoke everywhere you look. The truth isn't black and white. I've spent more than three years investigating Elaine's disappearance, deep diving into her social media data and DMs, analyzing verbal and written statements with criminal profiling tools, poring over old bank transactions and phone records, watching and digesting hours of video footage, combing through laptop and Icloud data and maybe most importantly, spending countless hours talking to Susan. And after all of that, right now, there's only one thing I can say for sure. There is so much more to Elaine's story. You might think you know what happened to Elaine, who was involved, how it all played out. But trust me, you've barely scratched the surface. There's a lot that hasn't been said here. There are people in this case you've never even heard of. Someone out there knows exactly what happened to Elaine. There are a lot of stones here that have been left unturned until now, because I'm here to flip them on their heads. I'm Troy Taylor, and this is among the missing. It's late 2022. Elaine's been missing for five years now. She never got to celebrate her 21st birthday or her 22nd or her 23rd, 24th, 25th, or 26th. Every year, the people who love her gather on the anniversary of her disappearance, hold vigils and pray that this will be the year they finally get answers. But with every passing year, that hope dims a little more. In those five years, life has moved on. Elaine's family has relocated. Her cats have passed away. Her friends have graduated, found partners, got married and had kids. But Elaine, she hasn't moved forward at all. She's stuck in this kind of vortex, the strange space where a lot of missing people seem to end up frozen in time, trapped in the memory of who they were, what they looked like, and even what they were wearing when they vanished. Friends and family still hold on to hope that they'll turn up alive, but the reality is, nothing changes. Maybe that's why when someone goes missing, people come crawling out of the woodwork. Some genuinely want to help. They see a family in pain, lost, desperate for answers, and they do whatever they can to support them. Others, they're in it for the wrong reasons. Some want to make a quick buck, whether that's by trying to claim a reward, blackmailing a grieving family, or straight up faking a ransom. Others flood the case with false tips, maybe for attention, maybe just to stir up chaos. And then there are the ones who don't seem to have any motive at all. The ones who just seem to want to cause more pain and suffering. I learned pretty quickly, investigating Elaine's case that you hope the person you're talking to is in that first group, but you have to expect they're going to be in the second, because most of the time, they are. This call is being recorded. Hey, Susan. How Are you. I'm here. Can you hear me? Oh, hang on. Let me try and put my headphones in. Oh, the microphone's on mute. It's a quiet Thursday morning, and I'm on my fifth cup of coffee for the day when Susan Park, Elaine's mum, calls. She's just gotten off the phone with someone claiming to be a private investigator, and she's super hyped about what he had to say. Let's call the guy, Jim. Jim had reached out to Susan earlier that morning with an offer. He had an opening in his busy missing person schedule, and for a fixed price of $3,500, he said he'd take on Elaine's case. No extra costs, no additional expenses, no other cases. And he wouldn't stop until he found her. There was just one catch. She had to pay the full $3,500 immediately. Otherwise, the deal was off. Susan was beaming a PI Willing to work for a flat rate and exhaust every possible avenue of every possible lead until he found her daughter. To a desperate mother, that's a dream come true. And it became clear as we spoke that she had her finger hovering over the Pay now button, but just wanted to get my thoughts before she clicked send. It's always hard to have these conversations because here's someone in front of you carrying this huge balloon of hope, and you have to be the person who puts a pin in it and says, hey, this doesn't seem right to me. But at the same time, you can't just sit there and watch these things happen time and time again. So I tried to let her down gently. The truth was, like most things in life, if something seems too good to be true, it probably is. But, hey, let's check it out just in case I've got it all wrong. So we teed up a call. You might be wondering why Susan called me in in the first place. In short, that's just how things worked back then. If a call needed to be made, that was my job. If a Freedom of Information act request needed to be filed, that was also my job. Calling convenience stores and bars and restaurants to request CCTV footage. There was also me. But dealing with a pushy PI who might just be another scammer looking to exploit a grieving mother, that was new. At the beginning, the call was innocuous enough. We discussed the primary theories that were already out there around the case. And while he was dubious, he invited me to table my thoughts. And Susan knows that she and I have a difference of opinion to some degree on the Boyfriend. I personally don't see anything that I've seen that leans toward him other than that, you know, obviously she was last seen at his house. The footage cuts off, and he hasn't been very helpful. But at the same time, I can understand why. I mean, they're in the public eye. Their lawyers would have been from day one telling them, don't say a word to anyone. Don't get involved, stay out of it. There's a lot of drugs involved. And I think that would have obviously reflected badly on them and their reputation. So I can understand why they're doing that. I think it's, you know, I think it's horrible putting that ahead of, you know, a missing person. But as the call progressed and Jim slowly started pushing the conversation toward his fee, things started getting a little more tense. Every time I asked a question, I could feel his frustration build. He'd brush me off, redirect to Susan and push harder. I just couldn't get my head around his pitch. $3,500, expenses included with a no end date arrangement for him to find Elaine with exclusive use of his time. It just boggled my mind that anyone would buy into that. I worry. I mean, I wonder if, in terms of the costs, how that is going to cover all your expenses, though. I mean, you're based on the east coast, right? So you'll have flights in a comm or you. Obviously there's an element of wanting to verify these things with people before moving down the path. I mean, Susan's got hundreds of tips from, as you said, psychics and had private eyes that want to contact her. She's had heaps of people contact her that want to assist. But, you know, you've got to try and pick out the people that are genuine. And so I guess that's the intent of this call. He diverted back to Susan pretty much the second I stopped talking with the same message. Buy now or miss out forever. In the meantime, I was typing madly away, digging into Jim's background, and within minutes, I had my answer about Jim's character, a background check and a copy of his criminal record. Turned out Jim had been a bad boy, copying a number of traffic violations, no seatbelt, failure to stop driving without insurance. You know, that kind of thing. Oh, and I almost forgot. Felony grand theft and felony scheme to defraud. Who would have guessed? I was so focused on diving into Jim's sketchy past, I almost missed the most pointed question I think I've ever heard anyone ask Susan directly. Did you kill Elaine? My jaw didn't just hit the floor, it fell through it. And for the first time, I heard Susan cry. Susan's a tough woman. She's Korean. And if you know anything about Korean culture, you know that showing emotion, especially in public, is rare. But this. This cracked something in her. She answered him directly through snuffled cries. No, I did not. I have no idea what happened to her or where she is. I just want to find her. Jim barely acknowledged her response. He just jumped right back into his sales pitch like he was selling a set of steak knives on an infomercial at three in the morning. Now's the time to decide. Are we locking this thing in? I can send a cash app request right now. No need for a contract. I've got other people busting down my door. But I just wanted to give you the first chance. I let it go on for as long as I could stand before finally cutting it. I asked him straight up, who have you done this for before? Where is your business based and when can you get started in la? That's when he admitted, technically he couldn't actually work in LA because he wasn't licensed in California, but he could use on the ground, PI resources to assist him, which, by the way, was also included in the fixed $3,500 fee. I pressed on again about how he could possibly cover all of his expenses for that flat fee. And finally he snapped. He threw what I would call a pretty epic tantrum, told Susan I'd ruined her chances of finding Elaine, and before slamming the phone down, hit me with a question I'd been asking myself my entire life. Who the fuck are you? And honestly, that's a fair question. I tied things up with Susan, trying to reassure her that it was okay that she cried and that anybody with a missing child would have done exactly the same thing in the same situation. No, of course. Of course you did. Of course you. I mean, it's difficult, you know, they're hard questions to ask and they're very. He's very direct. Doesn't make it easy. All right, we'll talk to you soon. Bye. Who the fuck am I? Well, I can tell you who I'm not. I'm not a journalist for Rolling Stone. I haven't written a single New York Times bestseller, let alone 10. I haven't ghostwritten celebrity biographies. I'm not a rock star or a world renowned violinist. I'm definitely not a private investigator. And I never met Elaine Park. I'm just a guy who listened to a podcast and somehow ended up in the investigation, digging through timelines, cross referencing data, piecing together every tiny clue to try to help find a missing girl on the other side of the world. So how did I get involved in this case? Well, I guess you could say it kind of fell out of the sky. Or more accurately, perhaps the gas tank. I was listening to the To Live and Die in LA podcast and engaging on the podcast's Facebook group when something jumped out at me. So much of the theory that Susan was involved in Elaine's disappearance revolved around her car. Did Elaine make it home that morning? Or did she drive straight to the spot on the Pacific coast highway where her car was found? Or did she go somewhere else and then someone ditched her car on the pch? To me, it seemed simple to find the answer to those questions. If we could check her bank records to see where and when she last filled up her gas tank, and then cross reference that with her Honda Civic's fuel economy, we could estimate how far she traveled before she disappeared. From there, it was just a matter of compiling that data with every location she was known to have visited in those last few days. Simple, right? Okay, maybe not so much. But I'm getting ahead of myself here. For those of you who don't already know the details of Elaine's case, a timeline of the days leading up to her disappearance would probably help. We'll break this down in much more detail in future episodes, but for now, here's the short version. Thursday, January 26, 2017 Two days before Elaine disappears at 3:42am Elaine calls Susan, telling her her car has broken down on the bridge where the 210 and 118 freeways merge. At 3:48am she texts Susan, come with a gallon of gas, please. LOL. At 3:49am Susan replies, okay, stay safe. At 3:55am Elaine texts again. How far are you? Susan reassures her she's on her way and tells her to stay inside the car. Elaine responds, faster the better. Susan replies, you cannot afford to have a cop see you and we'll come back to why that matters later. A few minutes later, Susan and her boyfriend Jeff arrive. According to Susan and Jeff, not only had Elaine run out of gas, but her battery had also died. They refuel her car, Jeff gives her a jump start, and Elaine heads straight to a gas station on Foothill Boulevard near her house, where she fills her tank. At 4:42am Elaine arrives home. At approximately 10am Jeff and Susan get home and find Elaine in the living room wearing lingerie. At 11.09am, Susan texts Elaine, making a BLT. Want one? Which at the very least confirms that Elaine was home at this time. At 5pm, Susan texts Elaine about a job opening at a nearby restaurant. Elaine doesn't reply. And maybe the most important detail of this day. This is also the day that Elaine's previous ex boyfriend, Lolo, was released from police custody in Venice Beach. Elaine was expected to testify at an upcoming trial of his after he was indicted for possession of an unlicensed firearm and possession of weed while they were together. But we'll talk more about Lolo in a future episode. There's one more thing that happened that day, something I found a little odd, but I can't really put my finger on why. From around 3pm to 9pm, Elaine and her best friend Sadie keep trying to get in touch with each other. They're both texting and calling, but for some reason, none of their messages seem to go through. Elaine never calls Sadie back, and they don't appear to actually have got in touch with each other that Friday, January 27, 2017, the day before Elaine disappears. 11:44am, Divine calls Elaine. They talk for five minutes and arrange to meet up at around 2:00pm this is interesting because from all the records I've gone through, Elaine and Devine hadn't spoken since January 20th. When she broke up with him, he begged her to reconsider, saying, whatever you're going through, we can work through it together. Divine had just returned from a trip to Utah for the Sundance Film Festival. The dates check out. The festival ran from January 19th to January 27th, so it's fair to assume this is accurate. At 1:13pm, Divine Texts Elaine. Only reason why I said this is because I have to go to LA anyway, so it makes more sense that way for you to come and get me now if you can. She doesn't reply. At around 1.18pm, Elaine texts Susan asking for $20 with a commitment to pay it back. But before 6pm, Susan quick pays the cash to her immediately. Right after this, Elaine fills up her gas tank from empty. This is important because it gives us a timestamp for the last time her car was fuelled before she vanished. At 1.20pm, Elaine calls her dad Ray, and asks for money. He tells her to come by his office and he'll give her some. At 1:26pm, Elaine texts divine, on my way. But she's not on her way because at 2:52pm, Devine texts her, I'm sitting here waiting for you. Where are you? Again, she doesn't reply. Around an hour later, Elaine receives a message from her friend Sadie asking if she'd left a curler at Elaine's house. At 4pm, Elaine calls Divine and they talk for a few minutes. 4:24pm, Devine calls her back. Their back and forth all day centers around Elaine saying she's coming to meet him but never actually showing up. And again, she's not on her way. Because at 4:43pm, Elaine texts Ray, her dad, letting him know she's on her way to his office. And at 5:05pm, she texts to let him know she's arrived. They meet up at Ray's office and ray gives her $50 in cash. At 5:38pm, Elaine texts Sadie, saying she'll be back at her house in an hour. Sadie replies, asking Elaine what she's doing for the night, but Elaine doesn't respond. At 6:01pm, Susan texts Elaine a series of question marks reminding her that she'd committed to pay the $20 she borrowed back by 6pm At 6:18pm, Elaine texts divine to let him know she's finally on her way. But again, she's not. She blames traffic and he tells her to drive safe. About half an hour later, Elaine messages Sadie to tell her she's almost back at her house, which, by the way, is a good hour to an hour and a half away from Divine's house in Calabasas on a busy Friday night. Sadie replies, saying she'll be right over. And at around 7pm, Sadie arrives to pick up her curling iron and a bracelet she'd Left there. At 7:07pm, when Elaine wasn't home yet, Sadie calls her. Elaine sounds agitated and says she's one minute away. Shortly after, Elaine pulls up, races inside, grabs the curler and the bracelet, hands them over without much conversation, and then immediately leaves again without carrying anything else in her arms. At 7:36pm, Susan texts Elaine again about the $20. Hello, QP. $20 now. At 7:56pm, when Elaine still is not at his house, Divine texts Elaine again. Where are you? At 8.09pm, Elaine eventually replies again, blaming traffic. At 8.37pm, CCTV footage finally captures Elaine's car entering Devine's gated community six and a half hours later than they had originally planned to meet. At 8.38pm, Elaine Parks in front of Devine's house. It takes her exactly 15 seconds to get from the gate of the compound to the end of the cul de sac, where Devine's house is located. At 8:39pm Elaine's car lights flash twice as she gets out of her car and walks to the Compare property. At 8:43pm Susan calls Elaine. No answer. At 8:44pm Susan texts Elaine, hello, QP $20 now. Now. 9:04pm Elaine finally replies, yeah, sorry, give me till later tonight. This tells us one of two things. Either she didn't plan to stay the night at Devine's, or she knew she couldn't pay Susan back that night. Her bank balance was negative $26, so the only way she could have paid it back was with the $50 cash her dad had given her. At 9:06pm Susan replies, Keep your word, you said 6pm followed by 11 exclamation marks, according to the To Live and Die in LA podcast episode 9 Contradictions and Coincidences at 9:54pm Susan goes online to check the State Department websites Paul Passport application page. At 10:18pm, car headlights appear to enter the gated community in which Divine's residence is located. They're visible for a few seconds before the headlights appear to be switched off. At 10:19pm, Elaine exits Devine's guest house. Her car lights flash four times in a row and then out of nowhere, a car enters the CCTV footage from the right. It circles around the cul de sac where Devine's house is past Elaine and exits the CCTV footage. Thirty seconds later, car is seen exiting the gated community, passing another car, which happens to be an Uber, on its way to pick up Elaine and Devine to go to the movies in Woodland Hills. At 10:20pm, the Uber stops outside Devine's house and Elaine goes back inside to get Devine. They emerge less than a minute later, get into the Uber, and exit the gated community. Elaine and Devine get dropped off at the AMC and catch the 10:45pm showing of the Return of Xander Cage, which takes us into Saturday, January 28, 2017, the day Elaine disappears. Another Uber picks Elaine and Divine up from the movie theater and drops them back at divine's house at 1:10am there's not much recorded activity after they enter Divine's house, but at 3:20am Elaine checks Twitter, Instagram, and Snapchat. According to Susan, Jeff and Daisy, another of Elaine's friends, Divine initially tells them that Elaine woke up at 4am, started singing and swaying, got dressed really fast, and then pretty much left. Later he corrects himself, telling them that she left at 6am, not 4am and it wasn't that she pretty much left. But that's exactly what she did. She left. Susan and Jeff also say that Divine originally told them that Elaine had actually gone back inside after initially leaving because she'd left her keys behind. But the CCTV footage that's been supplied does not reflect this. The footage shows Elaine walking out of Devine's property at 6:04am and heading toward her car. At 6:05am, her car lights flashed three times. And just before Elaine reaches her car, the CCTV footage cuts off at exactly 6:05am to the.it's worth noting here that in all other videos we see every car both coming and going from the property right through until they exit the gate. At 6.07am, Elaine's car is seen passing a neighbour's property and on a number plate reader camera at the gate, is seen exiting the gated community. Elaine's car isn't seen again until February 2nd, when it's found abandoned on the Pacific coast highway near the Coral Canyon Road intersection between the 76 station and the Malibu RV park. Elaine herself has never been seen again. There's a lot more to dig into on the timeline, particularly what happened between the morning of January 28th and the discovery of her car on February 2nd. But we'll get to that in future episodes because as you'll see in Elaine's case, the devil is very much in the detail. Oh, there's one more thing I wanted to add about the CCTV footage. The footage on the Compare CCTV camera is, according to them, exactly three hours out of whack, showing three hours later than it actually is. Also, just to make things even more confusing, the Gatecam license plate footage, according to the To Live and Die in LA podcast, is exactly one hour and seven minutes out of whack, showing 7:14am as the time Elaine's car exits the gate, not 6:07am how it can be off by one hour and seven minutes is anyone's guess. The other thing I wanted to do, aside from laying out the basic timeline, is to give you an outline of who the key persons in Elaine's story are, at least for the time being. We already know about Elaine. Her mum Susan, her dad Ray, her ex boyfriend Divine, and her best friend Sadie. But there are a few more names you need to remember. There's Jeff, Susan's boyfriend. He was with Susan for most of the time around the time Elaine disappeared and they're still together today. Then there's Travis, Jeff's son, and Elaine's kind of stepbrother. There's Daisy, another friend of Elaine's she claims they weren't speaking at the time Elaine disappeared, but there's evidence to suggest that maybe that's not quite right. There's Lolo, Elaine's previous ex boyfriend, who was the one who was released from police custody the day before she disappeared. Then there's Bubba, Elaine's tattoo artist, and a damn good one at that. Nick and Cody, two other friends Elaine was hanging out with a lot before she disappeared. And then there's Stoney Baloney. But we'll come back to him soon. Before we go any further, let's go back to the thing that pulled me into this case in the first place. The gas analysis. If you remember, before we broke down the timeline, I mentioned that one of the biggest theories about Elaine's disappearance centered around her car. Specifically whether she could have made it back to her house in Glendale before ending up on the PCH with that half a tank of gas left in it when the car was found. So I set out to figure it out. I tracked down the exact make and model of Elaine's car and found its miles per gallon breakdown for highway and street driving. Then I factored in what I knew about Elaine's driving habits. From what I could tell, Elaine liked to drive fast. Remember when I said Elaine took 15 seconds to get from the gated entrance to Devine's house? Well, it took both the Uber drivers and the mystery car 30 seconds to cover that same distance. But that wasn't enough. I needed to know exactly how much gas she'd had when she last filled up. So I called 76's corporate office and asked them if they could tell me the price per gallon on the day Elaine last got gas. And surprisingly, they could. With that, I calculated exactly how many gallons Elaine's car had when she left the gas station. And then I plugged everything into an algorithm. What I found stopped me in my tracks. There were 200 miles of unaccounted for usage on Elaine's car between her last fill up and when it was found on the PCH. Not 20 miles, not 50 miles, not even 100 miles. 200 miles. At that point, I figured there was no way to move forward. Maybe I'd hit a dead end. That is, until I saw Rosemary Wheeler's name pop up on the To Live and Die in LA Facebook group. Rosemary had worked closely with Susan on Elaine's case, and if anyone had the information I needed to fill the gaps, it was her. So I took my shot. I asked publicly for any data that might help, and to my Surprise. Rosemary replied with exactly what I was looking for. I plugged her data into my analysis and came to a new conclusion. It was not possible for Elaine's car to have made it back home to Lycra center and then onto the PCH with half a tank of gas left. I thought I had just discovered a major flaw in the theory that Susan was involved. So like any true crime obsessed person would, I posted my analysis on the Facebook discussion group and the reaction? Explosive. A lot of people were pissed off. They poked holes in my logic, arguing that my analysis was flawed, that it had to be Susan, that I was wrong, and to be fair, they were right. Because after running the numbers again, and with yet again more information about where she'd travelled in the days leading up to her disappearance, plus discovering she'd filled her tank twice, it turned out it was possible for Elaine's car to have made it home and then to the pch with half a tank left. There were still some missing miles, but instead of 200, we're now just looking at 40 miles. But we'll come back to that in a later episode. Because while all of this was happening, something else was going on behind the scenes. About two hours after I posted my final gas analysis, I logged into Facebook messenger and saw two new message requests. One was from Rosemary Wheeler and the other was from Susan Park. And that's when it all changed. From that moment on, my casual curiosity turned into a full blown obsession. For the next three years, I spent eight to 10 hours a day, every day investigating Elaine's disappearance. I worked with both Susan and Rosemary independently gathering every possible piece of information I could. I kept an open mind, I refused to jump to conclusions. And eventually I built out a timeline with over 7,000 data points, cross referencing everything from text messages and phone calls to Snapchat locations, to IP addresses, bank records, Instagram and Twitter, DMs, CCTV footage and first hand witness statements. And then somewhere in the middle of all that research, I found myself scrolling through every single post comment. And like on the Help Find Elaine Park Facebook page, the page Susan and Rosemary had set up after Elaine had disappeared. At first, nothing jumped out, just the usual mix of look at the boyfriend and thoughts and prayers, comments, the occasional I'm a psychic, I know where she is, call me immediately post. But then I noticed something. Something that chilled me to the bone. About a week or two after Elaine went missing, dozens of disturbing comments started popping up. At that stage, people probably assumed it was just some troll. But when I looked closer, it was clear this wasn't just some random guy being an idiot online. All of the comments came from the same fake profile. Stoney Baloney. Here's a sample of what he she's pretty. No wonder she got abducted. She probably ran away to start a new life. Far, far away. I hope someone does come after me. And if I come out alive, I would laugh just like I'm laughing at you. And if I'm hiding anything, it's my dick in my hand as I scroll through Elaine's missing page, looking at her pics. Mommy. Mommy. Help. Compassion is for the weak. Just like Alayne was. She looks familiar to me. I might have seen her at a junkie pad a few times a few years ago, but like I said, I don't know. Someone then replies and says she's not the type of girl you'd find shooting up by the allay river somewhere. And Baloney says, yeah, I didn't take her for a whore either. Please post autopsy pics when they come out. Pretty. Pretty please. She's dead and those fools are hiding the body. Die, bitch, die. I'm what you call evil. He then posted audio of one of the victims in the Toolbox Murders case. Shaken and feeling like I'd stumbled onto something possibly important, something I'd never seen or heard anyone else talk about, I clicked into Baloney's profile and what I found was even worse than the comments he'd posted. His entire page was filled with horrific graphic images, things I won't even describe here. I deep dived into his account again, going through every comment, every, like, canvassing the entirety of his info page. And then I noticed he'd left his friend list open. I downloaded it, analyzed it, and eventually, using everything I'd scraped off his page, figured out exactly who was behind the account. A guy called Taylor Campos. I jumped on over to Taylor's personal Facebook page and found that too. Had the friends list open. We'll come back to Taylor because while he's important and he shares more than one connection with Elaine, something even more concerning popped up as I was running through his friends list, something I almost scrolled right past when I saw what it was. My jaw dropped through the floor again for the second of what would end up being many, many times during the course of my investigation. I think I must have sat there for at least 10 minutes in complete shock, staring at my screen, my heart almost beating out of my chest, and found something big. I recognized the face of one of Taylor's friends, recognised it very clearly because I'D been looking at it only a few hours earlier when I'd been running through all of Elaine's friends and family. This guy Taylor, the one spewing the most disgusting comments about Elaine, calling her a junkie and a whore who deserved to die, telling the world she was dead and her body was hidden somewhere nobody would ever find it. He was friends with Susan's boyfriend, Jeff's son, Travis.
