Gangrey
Vol. I · No. 1Prolonging the Slow Death of NewspapersEst. 2026

My Kidnappers

Bradford Pearson: Hello, my name is Brad Pearson. In March 2006, you were one of three people who kidnapped me in West Philadelphia.
I'm writing this letter not because I'm angry at you, or upset, or hurt. The opposite, actually. While the kidnapping and investigation were difficult for me, in the end they made me a stronger man.
I'm a magazine writer now, and I've always hoped to talk to you and Jerry and Mordi about that night, and what your lives have been like since. I'd either like to do that by letter or in person. I can travel to Pennsylvania to speak with you, if you'd allow me to. I also included my email address, if that's easier for you.
Again, I'm not angry, and I'd really just…

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