"Your son is still alive," - Thomas Schlette, Pinkerton security guard

I was contacted via email by Thomas Schlette of Stuart, Florida who explained he worked for Pinkerton Government Security services, at Vought Air Craft facility. He said my son was still alive and in the witness protection program.
Tommy sent pictures of himself and for several years we kept contact via telephone as he continued to reinforce his statements, lost his job at Vought and then moved to the Melbourne, FL area to rent a home from Deb Rickard.

"Go look at the forensics reports really close," Tommy said.

"It says the body had three inch scars, one above each knee," I explained, after closely scrutinizing each page. "A police report also says the body had shoulder length hair." (My son never had shoulder length hair.)

Tommy asked if my son ever had knee surgery.

"My son never had knee surgery or notable leg injuries of any kind," was my response.

"See?" Tommy said, "I told you. That wasn't your son that died in Baldwin County, Alabama."

In our conversations he had mentioned "Unico Governors," Cosa Nostra, and Italian Friends of America, and he was a native of New Jersey. Being from the South, I'd never heard of these organizations. He'd said he had once run illegal fireworks for the Sicilian mafia,
once had a candle company and "made millions" in Florida. He said he was very sorry that I was up against the Sicilians, and if true, I wished I could understand how I ever did anything to any Sicilian to invite ten years of death, horrors and police troubles.

Thomas Schlette was found dead August, 2006, in the woods behind the rental home in Grant, Florida. According to one source, his body was decomposed beyond recognition.

He'd described cocaine activity running from south Florida to New Jersey, disguised as potted plants. He'd worked for an Air Force Base near Melbourne, and I thought it strange he was always affiliated with military and airports. I'd been victimized in the Air Force Base town of Warner Robins where the post office was less than trustworthy and a landlord's son was criminal, her son heavily involved with drug trafficking when my son disappeared.
Drugs had been an issue at Brunswick, North Carolina in the death of Amy Frink, and not so long before in incredible Colcor investigations in that area which involved politicians; an issue in Cobb County, Georgia with the disappearance of my son; and in Baldwin County, Alabama where the sheriff's department is heavily rumored to have been involved in drug trafficking at the time of my son's alleged "suicide" there.

Now Brunswick's sheriff, Ron Hewett, is in prison, and a police officer, Davina Buff Jones, whom any person can see was clearly executed is rumored to have uncovered drug activity on Bald Head Island, which involved high level politicians in the state. Yet the state of North Carolina ruled her death a suicide, and, like other states, continues to protect those affluent criminals with the finances and power.

The Alabama forensics examiner in my son's case, a native from Marion County, Kentucky, is an area long reputed for hosting the cornbread mafia, deemed hillbilly or bluegrass mafia by others. Another connection is Daytona to Kentucky, with Daytona being the hometown of my ex-husband's mistress and her brothers, and a destination, like south Florida, for Kentuckians rumored to be in the drug trades.

Connected areas are Atlanta & Cobb County, Georgia; Baldwin County, Alabama; Brunswick County, North Carolina; and central Kentucky; and Daytona, Vero Beach, West Palm, and Port St. Lucie. The other puzzle piece is San Diego, and of course, New Jersey, Tommy's home. Arizona was connected to Tommy and Nicholasville, Kentucky's Rick O'Donnell as well. Why were folks relocating out there?

Tommy'd said he "golfed with Mark Foley," before the congressional page stories made news, and that there were undercover drug operations here and there, but he didn't live to see the end. It wasn't long after Tommy's death, until Comair 5191 crashed in Kentucky, and one Kentuckian, Tim Snoddy, was destined for Stuart, Florida where Tommy had been. The plane had at least two passengers who boarded Sunday when Monday was the normal routine. Snoddy was one.

Stories that don't make news are ones like the Lexington airport cargo worker that went to visit his relative and shot himself in the head. Next plane crash in this trail was carrying affluent Paulding County, Georgia Republicans in February, 2008, where my animals had been confiscated and Georgia's speaker of the house law firm let me know I wouldn't be welcome in their state.

When a democracy becomes a narco-republic, how do good people survive? How many more parents will be given gruesome details of their children's bloody, disfiguring deaths? How many more taxes will be spent on a drug war that continues to increase the wealth of criminals with offshore bank accounts? How many more decades will drugs and crime corrupt courts, and infiltrate businesses?
Here's the most recent picture I have of my son, compliments of Baldwin County, Alabama.

It took SIX YEARS to get the files from the bumbling Boss Hoggs that run Baldwin County, Alabama.

They had some problems with honesty, conflicts in their stories, and apparently were too involved with the airplane landing strip by the sheriff's Oglesby hunting club to be concerned with grieving families. And as recently as last December the "investigating deputy" who is now sheriff and son of the late coroner, attempted to discredit my legitimate concerns in a state-wide Alabama newspaper article after journalist Jillian Kramer requested an interview.

What the Mobile Press Register affiliated journalist didn't write is that forensics reports conflicted with Sheriff Mack's statements. Kramer didn't do her homework, and she didn't grant me the requested courtesy of publication notification or that I could proofread her written words beforehand for any errors.

Human interest journalists should not be involved in serious and criminal and investigative reporting. It isn't fair to the victims of crime, to their families, or to the communities and readership mislead with half-truths.

The mistress, Dale Tilinski, formed a Georgia business, "DT CONSULTING" with my husband about the time he abandoned our daughter in the home, and moved into Tilinski's house, March 1999. Our divorce was finalized by Judge Adele Grubbs, January, 2000. The two married in Hawaii, March 2000. Ms. Tilinski at some point was an IT Consultant for the state of Georgia, community health.
DALE TILINSKI SNIFFEN
Information technology consultant for staff of Risk Reduction Program.
datilinski@dhr.state.ga.us
(404) 657-2176
I had been so curious why my husband was so diligently typing on the computer in the basement before all the horrors began. He'd said he was accessing railroad computers using our son's computer in the basement. What was he doing? It's something I always wondered, because before that, he never, ever worked at home other than phone calls.

And for ten years I've wondered whether I'd be able to survive to find out.

Tilinski's family is associated with the now defunct Hughes & Fitzgerald Advertising Agencies, Atlanta.

And I find myself in the midst of central Kentucky, in Alabama Forensics examiner, Julia Goodin, and John Bizzack "Bluegrass Conspiracy" country, wondering why law enforcement and authorities continuously drop the ball, are ineffective, even aggressive towards those who threaten to expose the truth; and how Bizzack's kept his job after covering up all those murders––if it's really true. He's headed Criminal Justice Training for years, even since the book documented his coverups. In speaking with Detective Jude, 2001, of Criminal Justice, nothing was done about the sabotage to my home and killing of my animals. Jude, I was told, retired soon after I spoke with him.

The trick is apparently to have a person think there's an undercover operation when there isn't. That way, NOBODY talks, not even the victim. It's well thought out, in fact, a genius plan surely proven with time, keeping criminals in full control.

Maybe the Baldwin County, Alabama rat with his head blown off, knee surgery and shoulder length hair wearing Crenshaw machine shop clothing took took the hit and an early grave for my son.

And maybe the mob found my son, the talented musician, Gerard J. Sniffen, III, who'd just auditioned at Kennesaw State University for a one-man show, another place to play.

Anything's possible in the USA. If the government has "witness protection," private money can design and purchase something much better than that.