Will the real Casey Conduit please stand up?

 To make matters worse, whoever moved Casey's SUV from Ryan's garage, parked it at a nearby apartment complex. She received a call the day it got moved again from someone who lived there and it just so happened that Casey knew someone from that complex, even close by to where it was parked, but when she went to retrieve it, it was gone. She then thought that someone was messing with her. Toying with her emotions, and playing on the very serious vulnerability. 

I forget how long exactly had passed, I want to say 8 months later she got a email that her SUV had been impounded for being illegally parked in DC. I happened to be at the lounge when she got the email. What none of us knew was that someone had read the invitation I received from the White House to come in person to receive the findings of the federal inquiry that had been conducted to track the huge misappropriation of my company's subsidy. 

Then,  when I did move home in October 2005, as we were passing through Virginia, I asked Dave why we were taking such a southerly route, (mostly because of the now entering Klan Country billboard and my homosexuality, which could not be hidden or disguised despite my best efforts).  It was then that he produced the open letter from the POTUS. 

Imagine my surprise when shortly after Dave excused himself for a cigarette break that the prosecutor said they would take a short recess and reconvene in 20 minutes,  so I wandered out to where we had parked just in time to see Levi climbing put of the bed of Dave's truck. Where all my worldly possessions were in the utility covered bed.  Dave had his wallet out and shoved a big wad of twenty dollar bills in his hand and tried to hurry him away.  Mind you, we had been on the road for 7-8 days already having taken the scenic route through the four corners and Monument Valley. 

Months later, Kristen revealed she had picked up Levi and Ryan who flew into Bradley Intl from DC the same day or the day before Dave and I arrived in the truck. 

I'm not sure when they came to be living with Debbie and Tanya in the South Street home, but that is where they lived when debbie had me arrested. In the same room where the locked cabinet containing the unused scratch off tickets were kept for store.