To F.B.I.: Denver Metro, Middle School Teacher, A Lookalike To Maria Rier

I once met a pen pal at Cherry Creek Mall, in Denver, when Anthony was five years old, who does resemble Maria Rier, but much younger, around my age, and a few inches taller. They might be related somehow. She worked at another USGS, "throwing maps" as a temp, but not at the same place where I was at, in the Denver Federal Center. She was a certified school teacher. She recently broke up with an abusive fiance, and was trying the Denver educational job market during a recession. She eventually became a Denver Metro, middle school teacher, for Mathematics and Spanish, I believe.

Maria Rier:

Norwegian immigrant, spoke fluent American English, Norwegian, Spanish, and French

School teaching assistant at her sons' previous, Floridian grade school

Taught Spanish, French at a Maine school

Stepmother of Rebecca, from Frank's first marriage (Rebecca got married, became a software developer, lived in NYC).

Two boys, both grade school or elementary school aged, one was named Connor. They were about seven, and nine years old when Anthony was age one. Connor informed me that they had to move back to Maine, from Florida, "because Mom was sad because of what Dad did to her in Florida."

I think Maria's mother passed away, in Lubec, and that's why they relocated also. Connor thought his father was abusive towards his mother, and kept mentioning another woman his father was close with in Florida. His father was extremely racist towards me, probably also because he knew Connor had informed me of his abusive behavior, domestic violence towards his mother.

The boys would drop by often to see Grammy, Grampy, Stevie, Cathy, Stevie's wife, Anthony and their former chocolate lab dog, Jack. I think their Norwegian family (possibly relatives)  lived in the next house over. I walked Jack, the chocolate labrador retriever dog and he took off for that nearby house to visit the neighbors, a Norwegian family, who knew him very well. Anthony was holding onto the dining room table, on his tippy toes, stuffing his cheeks with a large quantity of nuts, and seeds, like a chipmunk, next to (his great grandfather) Grampy, who was his favorite person at that time.

At one point, Grammy (walking on the beach with Grampy for a few miles) had a bad feeling and found the two small boys in the mudflats, in the winter time, near the beach. The mudflats are like quick sands, extremely dangerous, but they were able to get them out and back home. They'd been stuck there for a long time, over three hours, so were very cold, improperly dressed, missing their shoes (which came off in the mudflats), crying, and extremely traumatized. Grammy kept telling me that Maria wasn't even aware they had been missing and that the boys could have died there.