All About Janet, the Murder of my Guardian Angel
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In October of 1956, my twelve year old newly adopted orphan babysitter, Janet Cash and I were staying the night alone on my uncles northern California ranch. During the night, we were attacked by three men, two of them were us navy sailors. Janet was beaten and gang raped by the three men throughout the night, and I was tortured and assaulted. In the morning, Janet was taken to an area called the flats and viciously murdered by the two us navy sailors. They then buried Janet in a clandestine grave on my uncle's ranch. For over twenty five years, I have been looking for Janet. I haven't found her yet, but I have found two major news organizations and three government agencies that have conspired to cover up her disappearance, murder, and even her very existence. Throughout those years, I have been stonewalled, been refused any information that might lead me to her. But in spite of their efforts, I have gathered enough proof and information to lead me to believe that my babysitter Janet wasn't just some sweet, beautiful and courageous young girl from a broken home, but quite possibly an important young girl, maybe a very important young girl, and if the right people knew about her back then, her mere existence might have changed some important people's lives, and/or even changed history. I am determined now, more than ever to find her, and learn as much as I can about her. You see, she saved my life several times during this tragic ordeal, so I owe her my life, and I feel that finding her is the very least I can do to repay her, and exposing the truth about what happened to her is just as important. I believe that the path to the truth to this tragic mystery lies waiting in an unmarked grave, in her bones, in her DNA.
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Forrest Canutt. All About Janet, the Murder of my Guardian Angel
Preface
1. The Murder of My Guardian Angel
2. Looking for My Guardian Angel 2007-2010
3. I think I found her
4. The Lie
5. The “Bad Guy”
6. The Tell
7. The Name
8. Culture of Concealment
9. All Roads Lead to the Navy
10. A Mystery within a Mystery
11. Searching for my Guardian Angel
12. Maps
13. Appendices
14. About the Author
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in october of 1956, my twelve-year-old newly adopted orphan babysitter, janet cash and I were staying the night alone on my uncles northern California ranch. During the night, we were attacked by three men, two of them were us navy sailors. Janet was beaten and gang raped by the three men throughout the night, and I was tortured and assaulted. In the morning, janet was taken to an area called the flats and viciously murdered by the two us navy sailors. They then buried janet in a clandestine grave on my uncle’s ranch. For over twenty-five years, I have been looking for janet. I haven’t found her yet, but I have found two major news organizations and three government agencies that have conspired to cover up her disappearance, murder, and even her very existence. Throughout those years, I have been stonewalled, been refused any information that might lead me to her. But in spite of their efforts, I have gathered enough proof and information to lead me to believe that my babysitter janet wasn’t just some sweet, beautiful and courageous young girl from a broken home, but quite possibly an important young girl, maybe a very important young girl, and if the right people knew about her back then, her mere existence might have changed some important people’s lives, and/or even changed history. I am determined now, more than ever to find her, and learn as much as I can about her. You see, she saved my life several times during this tragic ordeal, so I owe her my life, and I feel that finding her is the very least I can do to repay her, and exposing the truth about what happened to her is just as important. I believe that the path to the truth to this tragic mystery lies waiting in an unmarked grave, in her bones, in her DNA.
After all of the research that I have done in addition to writing this book, it makes me wonder how many other times these so-called symbols of authority lied, told untruths, or generally mislead the public and all concerned regarding murder, missing children and other terrible crimes. How hard did they really try to seek justice, look for that child, and solve that crime? Was it too expensive based on their perceived value of the victim (like my recently adopted 12 year orphan babysitter), were they protecting someone, or were they just too stupid to do the job? I wonder how many kids might have been found and/or would have been found if not for the deceit and/or performance of these so-called symbols of authority.
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Bill went on to say that they threw her body in an erosion ditch in the back of an area called the flats (the rain water would cut deep gouges into the hillsides, to depths of four or five feet by three to four feet wide), and covered her over using the tractor. The erosion ditch they were talking about was right next to the tractor. I remember because that tractor just sat there in the same place for years after this incident. They then made their breakfast and sat down to eat. They offered me no food or drink, I guess because they were about to kill me anyway, so why waste the food.
They began discussing what to do with me, and for a second, I felt a glimmer of hope. But Bill wanted me dead so no one would find out what he did to me and her. So he kept coming up with ideas and insisting that they had to get rid of me. Then Bill finally arrived at a solution. Bill suggested that they kill me, then cut me up into pieces, put me into a burlap sack with rocks, and throw me in the lake (that was just outside, no more than 40 or 50 feet from the house). Then Bill goes on to say “Then no one would find him, no one would ever know what happened to him”. They all agreed and resumed eating their breakfast.
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