I have been wondering why you all won't come to me or just speak to me as though it were yesterday and this
may the reasons why.
In November of 2001 I went to Las Vegas so my car would not be repoed by Ford Motor because I had gotten
laid off from Sound Advantage.
Well when I went there my questions as to why my father didn't show up at the LAX Airport in August 2000
and when I arrived February 16, 2001 at LAX again.
The Mafia let me know that he was being held hostage but still alive. I remembered my code by the Grace
of GOD!
So stop worrying that I don't know. I am the one who last saw him I believe not realizing who he was.
In August 2000 when I came out thinking I was going to be reunited with everyone. I was staying at a hotel
down the street from LAX with a Denny's Resturant attached. Well as I sat in the resturant one night wondering what the hell
was going on. There were 7-8 men sitting at the largest table in Denny's. I was waiting for my food and noticed a man sitting
with a bunch of caucasion men. This man was Spanish looking to me and I feared for his life.
All of a sudden I hear someone ask my father "so we understand that your daughter is Victoria Rowell." My
father immediately answers "no there's my daughter sitting right there." But me still not remembering exactly what he looked
liked didn't realize it was him and didn't know that the voices were coming from across the room. Thinking of tags or listening
devices being used. So I just went back up stairs.
When I got up stairs I looked in the mirror and realized that that was Daddy bootie sitting with Gayland
and a bunch of other Klu Klux Klan. I put my sneakers on about to run out to the lobby to see if he was still there but I
heard someone through the tag tell me no it's to dark. He'll call from his cell phone. Well because I have a tag in my high
school ring. I heard Daddy ask the front desk clerk ask for my room number and she wouldn't give it to him because of the
privacy rules. When she said that do you know I visioned a gun being pointed at his back and someone telling him to come on.
I thought when he got to the parking lot he would call his wife to get my hotel telephone number to call me back. But
he didn't. The next thing I know I'm hearing all this B.S. from who claimed to be Lisa Swanson and the Swanson's tell
me to leave. But I also heard someone say that Bobby Daniels is being held hostage by Lisa Swanson and I am to fly back to
New York to be with George Swanson. I thought it was Daddy. Also I believe Daddy's wife's name is Elizabeth. I heard her ask
through the tag at their house where is your father and some others. All I said is that he hasn't called the room yet.
So the next day I wait and wait for someone to call and hear was again the Swanson's telling me to leave
California and fly to Virginia now to be with George Swanson or Bobby Daniels is dead. How true all this is. Is beyond me.
Now as I go back to New York. My house consistently keeps getting broke into me thinking that perhaps I'm
not a Lombardi and I someone elses daughter but I only remembered being around Daddy. So I just kept on working until
I got word that I was being laid off and left early because they were just freaking with me to much. Bird stuck in the chimney,
can't breath if I turn on the heat, the temperature was to cold there and I was being harassed. I had to call the police 3
times on who I think was the Swanson's running around banging garbage cans, coming in my house stealing stuff, moving my furniture
around just to let me know that they were coming in and trying to let me know they do whatever they wanted to to me.
So I left on February 15, 2001 back out here because Healtheon didn't want to send me to Nashville TN for
the same job or any job. When I got out here still not knowing that Daddy was being held hostage I had to go to Jesse's nephew's
house in El Centro because I didn't have enough money with me to get an apartment until my 401k plan money came.
I stayed and had my wine spiked with some damn drug that had me spinning and his stupid girlfriend going
crazy after I told her that I wasn't Ricky's cousin, I'm his step-cousin. Her and I almost got into physically because she
started talking crap and was going kick her ass one day for demanding that I get off Ricky's computer while I'm looking for
a place to live after getting the job in Irvine.
But anyway I know that Daddy may have been being held hostage and that he was injured possibly to his eyes
and his back. I know who may have kidnapped him. See Daddy was in his office at the NFL or somewhere else. Well Daddy asked
to African American men how did you two get in here, pressed the button under his desk to get the police and went to his right
to get his gun but then it went blank. I had a vision because of what was going on because I could hear him but didn't
pay any attention to it. Not realizing he had a tag on my ring which is now gone.
So if you all would please STOP being scared to talk to me and be around me. I'm not going to faint and
not wake up and they're aren't any bombs to blow up anything. I told the pentagon to use the satellite to see if there were
any.
So come on I handle anything you bring. I had to handle homelessness for 5 years and being with men I did
NOT want to be just to live in a hotel. The shelters were not safe. The Klu Klux Klan were chasing me around along with the
Swanson's and Bernard Parks people or should I say Karen Samuels people.
You see my address so tell A.J. to come get me or who I try to tell that I recognize...
