WITNESS STATEMENT
I, Doug Cramm , DO HEREBY MAKE THE FOLLOWING STATEMENT TO ________________________, WHO HAS IDENTIFIED HIMSELF AS A PRELIMINARY INQUIRY OFFICER:
1. My name is Douglas Cramm, my address is P.O. Box 95, Meguntik, although I do not actually reside there.
2. I began living at the Harbour Mountain community last winter (November). I was taken on as labourer. Also animal husbandry and small engine repair. I lived and worked there up until the day of the incident.
3. Matt Hanson was my immediate supervisor, even though he didn’t much like working with the animals. Which was probably why he’d rather supervise.
4. Previously I was employed at Meguntik Heavy Equipment until they were shut down. I worked there twelve years as a mechanic and finally got promoted to floor supervisor two years before their dissolution. Luckily, I did not have a family to care for.
5. I did not know Mr Hanson until they took me on at Harbour Mountain.
6. On the day of the incident Mr Hanson and I were on a run to the port for supplies. They do this a couple of times a year to stock up on essentials for the people of Harbour Mountain. I usually don’t like to go mobile unless I have to. But I have a full size pickup with horde tanks so Matt elected me to go. Matt said the community would pay for the fuel, I said that was the least of my worries.
7. The trip down was not good. The roads had broken up badly over the winter and it took twice as long to get to port as I would have liked. Then it turns out they had only half the fuel we need there. We were not allowed to take any fuel back to Harbour Mountain beyond what I could get into just one horde tank. The armed guards made sure of it. When Matt started beating his fists against the dashboard, I tried telling him we were lucky to get the supplies we had, we had to tie and bungee all the boxes down, but his eyes just flashed out like a knife blade and I knew he wasn’t listening. He doesn’t think much of manual labour. He tried to swap out crates of dry goods for fuel with some other folks but they just laughed at him.
8. As I said I do not like going mobile anymore. And then to not get back until before dark on top of it all. Luckily there was nobody on the road on the way back inland, until we got within about thirty miles of Harbour Mountain.
9. 'Get out,' he said.
10. 'What?' I said. About a mile up the road was another vehicle. It looked like just another heavy truck to me, not military. It seemed not even to be moving.
11. 'Just get out. And leave it in neutral so we can push it off to the side of the road. We’ll act like we’re out of fuel.'
12. While we waited, he told me the story about how he got to be so paranoid:
13. ‘When I get burned I get burned only once. Like, on my first run to port, I came upon this van that looked like it had bounced out of a pothole and ended up in the pucker brush. Two guys were trying to push it back on the road, the wheels spinning in mud, so I got out to help. I put both hands on the hood and started shoving ... When I woke up, it was near dark and that van was gone. I had this sore, sticky knot on the back of my head. I stumbled back to my truck to find that my locked tank cover had been pried right off.’
14. We got my truck pushed over to the side of the road long before the other vehicle approached. We also stacked boxes on top of the horde tanks so they weren’t so obvious. Turns out the reason it took forever for them to get to us was because they had a flat tire.
15. 'Just remember,' Matt said. 'If it looks like I’m helping them, I’m really helping myself.'
16. The guy slowed down to check us out. Matt was already rummaging behind my seat.
17. The guy spoke to us through his P. A. system. ‘I’d love to help, but we gotta get to a hospital.’ He has a flat tire, yet he’s apologizing to us for not being able to help!
18. I looked inside: A woman, his wife, I assumed, had a kid sprawled in her lap, looked to be about two. The kid wasn’t moving. She was stroking his hair.
19. Matt brought out my tire iron. 'We don’t have any fuel so don’t get any ideas.'
20. 'Matt,' I said, 'they really have a sick kid in there—'
21. 'You’re so fucking naïve,' he said.
22. The guy started to say something over the P. A., but Matt had come around and landed that iron square against his window. You could hear the woman screaming, even without the mike.
23. The window didn’t shatter so Matt landed three more blows before the guy had time to think. The tire iron kept bouncing off the glass. Matt turned the iron around and poked the pointed end right through the glass. Now her screams came right out at us.
24. 'Matt! The fuck you doing?'
25. It was like I wasn’t there. He reached in through the window with the iron and knocked the guy’s head in with the wrench end. That woman acting like an animal caught in a leg hold trap. That kid of hers still not moving. Matt got the door open and pulled the guy --dead already, I guess -- out onto the broken pavement. Then he walked around to the woman’s side. 'Matt, fucking stop!' But it was like I wasn’t there. He dragged the woman shrieking out of the vehicle.
26. I honestly don’t know what happened next. I just found myself standing there holding that kid in my arms. Matt laying in his own blood on the pavement. My truck with both horde tanks now full, which I know is a capital offense. That man and woman sprawled out on the broken asphalt, both of their doors open, tire flat. That kid sweating and burning up in my arms. It was like I had just taken him out of an oven. At least I knew he was alive.
27. I looked down at Matt. His eyes still had that knife flash in them.
28. I did what I thought was the only sensible thing to do: I took the kid with me back up to Harbour Mountain. We do have medical personnel up there. It might not seem like such a bad life to him since he’ll know no other.
I SWEAR THAT THE INFORMATION IN THE STATEMENT ABOVE IS TRUE TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE AND BELIEF.
Douglas Cramm.
SUBSCRIBED AND SWORN TO BEFORE ME THIS DATE.
(Investigator's signature and date)





