“When I drove by his house one time to see if he actually went to work, I was four miles away having lunch when David Keegan was able to track my location using my cell phone. He called me up, on his own initiative, and kept me talking (I wanted to let him talk, too). Then he suddenly shows up at the restaurant where I am having lunch. How did he track my cell phone?”
This is the closest the author gets to actually proving some sort of connection to the spook world. Somehow this Keegan guy called the author’s cell phone and just showed up at the restaurant without being told where it is? ANd the author, who is meticulous about dates and times doesn’t even mention when it happened? Not even the year? No record of their long discussion, long enough to enable Keegan to get to the restaurant? What was the mysterios Keegan talking about all that time?
I don’t know about the rest of the article but this part is surely made up.
Oh, sorry. I am routinely scolded for being too long-winded.
This incident (the cell phone) was on March 11, 2011, around noon, in Hockessin, Delaware. I visited David Keegan’s house that morning to try to see if he ever went to work or was unemployed — inconsistent with being a professional Finance Consultant. His address is public information.
I got his home address from www.411.com, although it is also listed on the Federal Election Commission campaign finance reports of the campaign — publicly.
Then I parked about 1/2 mile away at the development entrance, and was checking my email — on a wireless internet Verizon modem — when he drove by and asked what I was doing in the neighborhood. I didn’t know who it was, we had never met before, and I just ignored him and blew him off.
I gave up and went to lunch at a cafe with the intriguing name “BREAKFAST LOTTERY” (i.e., both Breakfast and the Lottery) at least 4 miles away (not a straight line) on a completely different main road.
About 30-40 minutes later, David Keegan called me on my phone, berated me for coming by his house, and WAS OBVIOUSLY TRYING TO KEEP ME ON THE PHONE AS LONG AS POSSIBLE. I was, too, because I realized he was likely to say things that would be helpful to what I was trying to find out. I realized he was trying to keep me on the line, but I had my reasons to keep him talking, too.
SO then he showed up at the restaurant with the police and wanted to complain about me coming by his house.