My mother invited me to take a trip to Barboursville for lunch one day; she decided we should take all the nieces and nephews out for a day trip shopping at the mall; it’s about an hours drive from the west of Nitro; the western most side of the metropolitan area of of Charleston. We loaded into the cars, I took the boys and she took the girls; her suggested arrangement. We traveled down and stopped for a bite to eat at the mall, then she decided we should meet up at Target. She changed the seating arrangement to girls in my car, and boys in her car. So, we hopped in the car and headed down to Target; I knew the way well , I had been down there alot. I’m not the sort of person to drive in tandem with other cars. So, I took off and drove my normal style, just as any other day. She’s the sort that needs more time; has less situational awareness, fiddles with the radio and phone, things like that. I’ve never been able to travel in tandem with her; it’s just not safe for me to drive like that, honestly. I and my passengers arrived in the parking lot of Target, and we swung over to the Starbucks and ordered everyone something; also, to give her time to get there. She was texting us while we where traveling; so I just gave my phone to my niece and dictated the responses. She missed the exit and went down to far and got off on the wrong place; she ended up having an accident that day. She contacted Karen before contacting me; which I found odd. Once she told me she was in an accident and gave me the location, we jumped in the car and headed over there. Luckily there was no injuries, the “other car” was gone by the time I got there, which was less than 7 minutes or so from the time she told me. She was instructed by the insurance company to go to the rental place, so we put everyone in my car and went a few blocks west of the accident. They didn’t have a vehicle available, she needed to go to Charleston to pick up the rental. We put everyone in my car and started heading back; during this time Karen started texting us, somewhat frantically. She seemed very concerned that we where all in one vehicle; which, I was driving, so I didn’t understand the problem. I had someone text that we would meet them at the Wendy’s in Milton; since she was already in the area, somehow Darrel and Karen had traversing an hour long drive in around fifteen minutes. I have no memory of arriving at the Wendy’s and dropping off Karen’s kids, I have no memory of taking Travis’s kids home, I have no memory of how that day ended. I don’t know who drove my vehicle home. I had been drugged and placed in a car with children, and perhaps mom was too; an attempt to cause an accident. An attempt to kill my mom, the kids, and me. This was an attempt to amplify the funds being embezzled through the entitlement fraud scheme currently in operation on the estate of Franklin Delbert Mitchell into the hands of the Carter family.
