Me thinks she drove her own self insane. She made this video five years ago, any "spilling of the guts" have long since expired, meaning any potential damage was already done. She no longer works for the pharmaceutical industry so how could killing her now stop any harm from what she already exposed from her former employ? If foul play ends up being the cause of her death I'd look at those within her inner circle who'd either profit off her death or someone who was often a thorn in her side because they had conflicting views on vaccination, they'd be more willing to play psychological games to thwart her. Psychological pressures are tough to go through, I know because I went through them for six years with all these college kids around me. I was endlessly harassed by fireworks all hours of the day and night. That's how I formed the habit of being up into the wee hours of the morning. Now that it's over with I just plain like the solitude. It's really hard to admit I was as close to defeat as one could come. That came after a final trip to the city commission to ask the mayor why he didn't call me like he promised a couple weeks prior. After years of going down there pleading and taking witnesses with me and being instructed to talk to other department heads I begged him to just watch the videos I had of the harassment. He said he'd call and set up something for us to go together. When I went back he reply to my question why that the city attorney told him not to. I was never so close to pubic tears in my life. I went home, sat on the bed, I realized it was over with for me. It was time for me to get my stuff in order, make plans for my way out. (I still get tears in my eyes just thinking about that moment). Many a things I've fought threw in my life I had finally been defeated. Later I had gotten on the computer to blog. I ran across a blog and I decided to play around with it. Little did I realize he'd respond back humorously and that broke my immediate despair. Each proceeding day I'd jump up and run to the computer to see what he'd write back, he kept me going, I'd say he saved my life. As the days continued on the firework attacks slowly started to fade. Maybe there was something in those eyes about ready to flood tears in front of the mayor, maybe he could hear the despair in my voice but he must have done something, at least have believed me because as the days continued on within a few weeks time it finally quit. If I hadn't run across whoever that man was on the internet who knows if I'd made through those last few weeks to see it come to an end. I do know though that trying to figure out how they knew when I was sleeping no matter what time I'd finally try and sleep played a heavy game of psychological warfare. You swear to yourself they must have a camera in your house, in your bedroom, maybe listening devices, or you wonder if they are looking through your windows, listening outside your windows, etc. Calling the cops they'd just text each other and they'd stop before the cops got here so the cops just thought you were nuts. I mean I am surrounded by college houses I mean surrounded. That's why I easily understand the state of where we are at right now with what's going on in the political environment, they'll just come in and literally shove you right out of the way.