Hesperia

But now it's March 3rd, and detectives find that Slap's phone number pinged at all three locations, the murder of Josh Giles, the assault with a deadly weapon shooting at the New Bay Motel, and the attempted robbery of a $400,000 Richard Mille in Beverly Hills.

On March 4th, 2022, a probable cause warrant is issued for Slatt, and on March 9th, His phone pings in Hesperia at his father's house, the same individual named AP who rented the Kia SUV used in the robbery.

They kick-slap Dorian, and he's inside with one of the prostitutes from the new bank.

Inside of his house is a .50 Cal Desert Eagle pistol, and they find a pair of dark gray Jordans matching the ones used in the robbery.

I never really had that much problem in Kansas City.

And here's another one I don't know, Hesperia.

H-E-S-P-E-R-I-

That's, that's California.

Yeah.

I've heard of Hesperia.

I've never heard of it.

So California.

Should we hear the story about apparently the guy passing?

Oh, no, this guy, it was at Camp Jubilee, which is in Hesperia, California, kind of near Victorville.

And it's an old Boy Scout campground.

They used to do Lion Claws there years ago.

Small towns are scattered across the landscape.

Chase grew up in Hesperia, California.

Um, at that time, like the '60s, uh, early '70s, uh, it was, you know, pretty much the middle of nowhere.

The next town over from Hesperia is Victorville, where the McStay's bodies were found, just outside city limits.

Cathy says that some of Chase's family still live in the desert, including a sister, Juanita, whom Cathy says he was especially close to.

According to Cathy, Chase was from a big family.

Small towns are scattered across the landscape.

Chase grew up in Hesperia, California.

Um, at that time, like the '60s, uh, early '70s, uh, it was, you know, pretty much the middle of nowhere.

The next town over from Hesperia is Victorville, where the McStay's bodies were found just outside city limits.

Cathy says that some of Chase's family still live in the desert, including a sister, Juanita, whom Cathy says he was especially close to.

According to Cathy, Chase was from a big family.

Um, Like, I've been to...

There was this place, so it's outside of Hesperia, if you know where, like, Victorville is.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

One views the lares, one of the populace.

And as your mortal janitor, who sees From threshold floor exits and entrances, So I the janitor celestial view, Eon and Hesperian regions too.

Hecate you know is furnished with fronts the three, And she may watch and ward her trivii.

And I have twain, that without movement I May view alike past and futurity.

Oft the south winds blow In drizzling rains, or coating earth with snow.

Lyra and Leo set.

When Titan next In the Hesperian main undoes of Stees Purpurean the rein, man marvelling shall ask, "Where is to-day the Lyre that shone so brightly Yesterday?" And looking for the Lyre Shall further lack the Lion semimerged unto his back.

Delphin sets.

Yeah.

What's up, boo? Xavier here, comedian from, are you from Hesperia? I'm from Victorville.

Victorville.

Shout out, man.

there's

a couple of buses that are not going to run going that way.

I used to work with an Asian lady at Dodger State and she was from Hesperia, dog.

Really?

But my siblings were watching my location, so it didn't ping that I was at the detention center.

It pinged that I was in Hesperia.

And so they knew that I had been taken from LAX all the way over there.

That's got to be scary for them.

End of poem.

Hesperia by Algernon Charles Swinburne.

This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.

Out of the golden remote wild west where the sea without shore is, Full of the sunset, and sad, if at all, with the fullness of joy, As a wind sets in with the autumn that blows from the region of stories, Blows with a perfume of songs and of memories beloved from a boy, Blows from the capes of the past over sea to the bays of the present, Filled as with shadow of sound with the pulse of invisible feet, Far out to the shallows and straits of the future by rough ways or pleasant, Is it thither the wind's wings beat? Is it hither to me, O my sweet? For thee in the stream of the deep tide wind blowing in with the water, Thee I behold as a bird borne in with the wind from the west, Straight from the sunset, across white waves whence rose as a daughter Venus thy mother in years when the world was a water at rest, Out of the distance of dreams as a dream that abides after slumber, Straight from the fugitive flock of the night when the moon overhead Wanes in the wan waste heights of the heaven, and stars without number Die without sound, and are spent like lamps that are burnt by the dead, Comes back to me, stays by me, lulls me with touch of forgotten caresses, One warm dream clad about with a fire as of life that endures, The delight of thy face and the sound of thy feet and the wind of thy tresses, And all of a man that regrets and all of a maid that allures.