The Deck - Sylvia Baker (3 of Spades, Connecticut)

Episode Date: April 12, 2023

Our card this week is Sylvia Baker, the 3 of Spades from Connecticut. Sylvia Baker, 28, went downstairs on July 17th, 1982 to take out the trash. Sylvia never returned to her apartment, where her two young kids were watching TV. When she was found the next day, nude and bound with pieces of her own clothing, her family remained in a state of shock as police worked to track down her killers. Over 40 years later, no one’s been held accountable for Sylvia’s murder, but a DNA match and other clues have investigators closer than ever to the truth.  To learn more about The Deck, visit www.thedeckpodcast.com.

Our card this week is Sylvia Baker, the three of spades from Connecticut. One summer evening in the 80s, 28-year-old Sylvia Baker left her children in their Hartford Connecticut apartment for just a split second while she ran downstairs to take out the trash. But Sylvia never returned. When her body was found the next day, her friends and family were shocked and couldn't imagine who'd have it out for the most caring, involved mother they knew. Today, police are narrowing in on a handful of people

that they've been wondering about for the past 40 years. I'm Ashley Flowers, and this is The Deck. Back. On a steamy East Coast summer day in Hartford, Connecticut, a ton of people were spending their Sunday afternoon at Keeney Park. Back in 1982, the park was a popular place for people to gather on the weekends to take a break from the hustle and bustle of their weekday city lives. Around noon on this particular day, July 18, Doug Wilson, a 28-year-old Hartford man, was at the park enjoying the day when a group of teenagers flagged him down. The boys ran up to him from the park's pond, and they were all talking a mile a minute.

They were frantic and said that they had been strolling around the park's pond and they were all talking a mile a minute. They were frantic and said that they had been strolling around the park's pond and they were pretty sure they had just seen a body at the edge of the water caught between some cat tails. And I bet part of Doug wondered if the boys, who were complete strangers to him, were bored on a summer day and playing some kind of prank on him. But they assured him that they were serious. It was a naked body of a girl or a woman no doubt. So Doug ran to the nearest place he thought might have a phone, the Keeney Park pool.

Doug told the pool director about the discovery and he called 911. Hartford police were there within minutes. The spot where the teen said that they found the body was right at the edge of the pond where some trees and tall grass met the water. And sure enough, that's where they found her. The woman looked almost like she had just been placed there, like there was almost no sign of decom. She was nude, her feet in the pond, and her upper body just barely on the shoreline. She looked to be in her 20s and Hartford Detective Drew Jacobson, who was working the case today, said at first glance, her cause of death wasn't clear.

They couldn't see any obvious signs of trauma. There was no stab wounds, no gunshot wounds. There didn't appear to be any deformities to any of her parts of her body or head. There was no crazy trauma. She was in the water, so there was no blood really, to look no pooling or anything of blood. Now, they immediately knew the woman's death was suspicious because she was blindfolded, and her ankles and wrists were bound with some sort of fabric.

At 145 PM, she was pronounced dead, right where she was found, and then police worked to secure the scene and carefully remove her from the pond. The medical examiner took her body right after, and law enforcement started to secure the scene and carefully remove her from the pond. The medical examiner took her body right after and law enforcement started to search the area for possible evidence. Since they weren't sure who the woman was or how she ended up there, everything was fair game, so they kept their eyes peeled for anything that seemed out of place. And they did find a few things that seemed suspicious, a pair of men's underwear, and

a wallet were left about 150 feet south of where her body had been. Based on its contents, the wallet seemed to belong to a local man who lived nearby, who we were asked to call Joe. So police sent one of their units to start looking for Joe. And in the meantime, other officers got to work trying to figure out who the woman was. They combed their records for missing people who matched her physical description, but there was nothing. And that's when a woman named Ethel Logan

called the police department to report her 28-year-old daughter, Sylvia Baker, missing. Her description of Sylvia was spot on to the Jando they found at the pond. Ethel told police that her eight-year-old grandson, who would have been Sylvia's son, Kelsey, called her a few hours prior because his mom wasn't home when he woke up that morning. Kelsey told Ethel that it was just him and his two-year-old sister Elena in the apartment

and that he hadn't seen his mom since the night before when she went downstairs. The little boy told his grandma that he thought Sylvia stepped away for just a minute to take out the trash, but she never came back. Ethel told police that it was not normal for Sylvia to leave her small children at home alone, so she was extremely worried about her. And that's the moment that she learned her worry was justified. Police confessed that they were investigating the murder of a woman who met Sylvia's description.

That quickly, Ethel's life was turned upside down, and she started living every mother's worst nightmare. But she knew she had to be strong for the two young kids her daughter left behind. Ethel was asked to meet an officer at the morgue, and she made the official identification there. The next morning, Sylvia's autopsy revealed her cause of death was ligature strangulation, and it was ruled a homicide. Something investigators noted was that her wrists and ankles were tied together with the same

red and white cloth, but the knots on her ankles were actually different than the knots tied around her wrists. That immediately made detectives wonder if there had been two people involved. Sylvia had ligature impressions where her wrists and ankles were bound, but didn't have any other noticeable injuries. She also had the same red and white striped fabric tied like a blindfold around her head. And there were also two ligatures around her neck,

a white fabric and a serosucker red and white cloth. The Emmy thought that she had been at the edge of the pond anywhere between eight and sixteen hours, and the toxicology came back clean. Sylvia didn't have any drugs or alcohol in her system. The final thing that police learned from the autopsy was that there was seam in present, indicating that either Sylvia had sex recently or she'd been sexually assaulted. Knowing all of this, investigators were more determined than ever to find her killer or

killers, and more determined than ever to find this mysterious Joe, who was still eluding them. So they started by interviewing Ethel to find out more about Sylvia. I mean, they wanted to know everything. Her jobs, boyfriends, friends, daily routine. Ethel told investigators she didn't know of anyone who had it out for Sylvia. She told police that her daughter lived a crime-free life as a single mother, working at the Hartford Public Library and a few other places to put herself through school where she studied

sociology and fashion design. They'd lived in Hartford for years, and by the time Sylvia was 18, she felt old enough to plant her own roots, so she moved out on her own. By the time she was 28, she and her two kids had landed at 249's Sisson Avenue, just a few blocks away from Hartford's famous Mark Twain House. Now, the children's father wasn't in the picture. In fact, Ethel said she didn't even know who their dad was. And while Sylvia did have a recent ex-name Lester, Ethel said that her daughter wasn't dating anyone at the time of her death.

But this gave police someone new to track down. Lester But more important than talking to him was first talking to Sylvia's son Kelsey. Even though he was only eight years old when this happened, he still might remember something important, maybe something she'd said right before going downstairs, or better yet maybe he'd heard or seen something. Kelsey told Detectives that the night his mother disappeared, they were in their living room watching the loveboat. Sometime that evening, Sylvia got up from the couch and told the kids that

she had to run downstairs to take out the trash. She assured them that she'd be right back, and Kelsey actually watched his mom from their apartment's front window, which faced the street. Kelsey told police that he saw some neighbors hanging around outside the building on Sisson Avenue. He spotted his mom talking with some of them on the sidewalks, so he returned to the couch to continue watching the love boat. The next thing Kelsey knew, he was waking up the next morning, still on the couch having dosed off while watching TV the night before. He looked around the apartment for his mother, and when she was nowhere to be found, that's when he called his grandma Ethel.

From Kelsey's interview, detectives knew a few other people must have seen Sylvia outside, so they went to do some door knocking at her apartment building. Police found some people who not only saw Sylvia, but even said that they'd been the ones outside talking to her that night. A few of the neighbors said Sylvia was, in fact, taking out her trash at around 6 or 7

pm, and she seemed totally normal. But now, hearing that her young children had been alone upstairs, there was something that happened next that stood out to them. They told police that a van pulled up to the curb and Sylvia hopped in. They said, it seemed casual, like Sylvia knew the people inside the van because she got in without hesitation. The van sped off and no one thought anything of it

at the time. But after that, nobody recalled seeing Sylvia come back. All of the neighbors gave police a pretty generic description of this van, dark colored, possibly blue, and there were a few people inside. Officers tried to get descriptions of the people inside, but the neighbors didn't even recall if it was men or women who picked up Sylvia. Maybe a mix of both? And no one remembered any specific details, presumably, because at the time nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Detective Andrew Jacobson, from the Hartford

Police Department, thinks Sylvia must have been friendly with some of the people in the van, that they were people she trusted. At the time, the only other detail police got was from Sylvia's neighbor, Linda. Linda said that she also saw Sylvia get into the van. She told police that Sylvia was carrying a package and wearing a white halter top and red and white seersucker pants, which police noted was consistent with the fabric they saw tied around Sylvia's ankles, neck and wrists at the crime scene. Now, police were obviously anxious about finding out who was in the van, and they wondered

if Joe, the wallet guy, was one of them. A few days after Sylvia's body was found on July 20, detectives finally found Joe, home at his apartment on Greenfield Street, which bordered the southern entrance to Keeney Park. Just a 10-minute walk from the pond where Sylvia was found. Detectives picked him up and took him to Hartford Police headquarters for questioning, immediately starting in with the wallet stuff. But Joe said there was a simple explanation. Around 12 or 1 pm on July 18, he said that he was walking through Keeney Park, right by

the tennis courts, when some people told him that there was a woman in the pond. He says out of curiosity, he walked over to see what all the fuss was and sort of just like, watched as police and media got to the scene. Joe said that while on his way home from the park, he noticed that his wallet had fallen out of his rear pants pocket. Joanne on to say that over the last couple of days, he'd been looking everywhere for his wallet and was relieved that they had located it.

Honestly, his attitude was very much like, oh, thanks so much for finding my wallet, can I go now? But Joe said something that detectives found strange. He told investigators that he didn't return to Keeney Park when he realized that his wallet was missing because he figured police would contact him when they found it. Other than that, he said he didn't feel like answering any other questions, but police had one more. Did he know the victim? When investigators showed Joe a photograph of Sylvia, he said he didn't recognize her. But detectives didn't believe Joe, for a few reasons. First, Joe's wallet wasn't

found on a walkway. It wasn't even on a well-trafficked shortcut. It was found in these huge mountain loral bushes, which were not a place where you could even get a good look at the crime scene. And they definitely weren't in an area that an innocent bystander would have any reason to traipse through. One thing police noted about the spot where the wall it was found was that there was an opening on the other side big enough for a vehicle to pull in. Here is Detective Jacobson again. It would be an easy place to place a van or a car to carry a body from.

So you'd be kind of secluded, people wouldn't see what you're doing, and then you could have walked to where her body was found. The other thing that made Joe's story not add up was the fact that the officer who found the wallet noted something as soon as he picked it up. He noticed that there was compensation underneath the wall, which is absolutely incredible, and it kind of would indicate that it was really hot out when it was placed there, and then, you know, because of the cooling or whatever else, it ended up being some condensation underneath it. So, the placement of that wallet and the timeliness, all that we can't pinpoint the exact time, we also know that it wasn't recently placed there, not really, really recently.

I would think certainly that it would have been overnight and not like within the hour. That simple observation about their being condensation under the wallet was all police needed to keep digging into Joe. Yes, they had to release him for now because they didn't have enough yet, but it motivated them to keep investigating him. And in doing so, they needed to look closer at Sylvia's last movements at home. Investigators went back to her home with her kids and they looked around for a clues, so they were looking for connections with people.

And they did not. There's no report noting anything out of the ordinary. There was just a single mom with her kids, you know, all kind of regular stuff in the house." There weren't any signs of a struggle inside the house, but something inside Sylvia's journal caught a detective's eye. There was an entry about her ex Lester's Starks that made mention of some prior issues she had with him, and in the diary Sylvia noted an upcoming court date. Detectives found that Lester had been charged with domestic violence in an incident involving Sylvia.

So, detectives wasted no time. On July 29, they brought Lester in for an interview, but Lester said he didn't know anything about Sylvia's death. He admitted that he had been in contact with her, though. In fact, he told police that Sylvia mentioned she was going to a party the night she died. Sure, he said Sylvia and him had a history, but he insisted he wasn't with her on July 17th. And he said that he had an alibi, claimed he had been at a party, a different party from the one Sylvia was going to.

And there were a couple of people he said that could vouch for him. Police spoke to a woman who was at the same party, and she confirmed Lester was with her, not Sylvia. Police figured the woman could have been lying on Lester's behalf so they asked him to take a polygraph test, and he agreed, and passed. So, detectives let Lester off the hook. Now, the other thing they'd learned about Sylvia from talking to her friends and combing through her journal was that even though she wasn't a huge drinker, she was still a

single 28-year-old, so she was known to frequent three or four popular clubs in Hartford's North End. There were a handful of clubs like three or four of them that it seems like people would kind of bar hop from one to the other and it was kind of in the North End neighborhood and everybody knew each other and you could go from one to the other and there were local spots where people would pay attention who was kind of coming around, coming to go. Detectives figured someone at the club's might recognize Sylvia's face and provide another

lead, or maybe another suspect. Of the popular places, Sylvia seemed to go to the Caribbean club on Woodland Street the most. This late-night hangout spot was really close to where Sylvia's body was found. And she even had its phone number jotted down in her little black book, so to police, it was plausible that Sylvia stopped by this club on her last night alive. Maybe the van full of people went straight from picking her up to there. It was a good effort, but unfortunately canvassing efforts at the club turned up nothing. Either Sylvia hadn't been there the

night she died or people just weren't telling police. With nowhere else to turn, police talked to Sylvia's mom Ethel again. And Ethel suggested her own theory that her daughter was killed by members of, quote-unquote, some kind of cult. Now, this might sound random, so let me explain. Sylvia was not in a cult. According to Old Newspaper Report, she had been exploring Rostofarianism before her death, and Ethel told Newspaper Report is back then that she thought

her daughter had tried to get out and maybe someone got mad and killed her. But that idea carried no real weight and never went anywhere. I don't know a lot about a lot of different religions, and I don't know when Rastafaranism came into play in the world. What I do know is that I can just give you my experience with people who are into that religion is that they seem to be very peaceful, really, really peaceful people who are actually anti-violent.

Police chalked it up to people not understanding the Rasta movement and being suspicious of it. So to try and drum up more credible leads, in November 1982, according to reporting in the Hartford current, police offered a $20,000 reward for tips about Sylvia's case. But the reward announcement resulted in a whole lot of nothing. By late December, six months since Sylvia's murder, the leads had all but dried up. To try and revive the investigation, police went to talk to Sylvia's sister, Beverly Logan. They asked her if there was anyone they were missing, any other friends or boyfriends of

her sister, maybe someone who might have had it out for Sylvia. But even Beverly was just as puzzled as they were. Without any more breakthroughs, come 1984, Sylvia's case was cold, and then it stayed that way for years. But as the years went by, murders of young women in Hartford didn't stop. Between 1982 and 1992, six more women were murdered in and around Hartford, and they all had similarities to Sylvia's case. The story of the death of the dead in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in the war in In November 1988, 22-year-old Patricia Thompson was found nude and strangled in Keeney Park, the same exact park as Sylvia was found in. In March 1990, 15-year-old Tamika Mayo's body was found down in a bankman in Hartford.

She was partially clothed and had been strangled with a necktie. In June 1990, 19-year-old Diedrad-Dancey's body was found in a drainage ditch and wrapped in bed sheets. She was the only one with a different cause of death, she had been stabbed twice. In January 1991, a Hartford patrolman found 28-year-old, Carlitari, dead in a snowbank. Her pants were undone and there was a garbage bag covering her chest. She too had been strangled. Finally, in March 1991, 19-year-old Sandra Rivera's body

was found wedged between a hill and a cemetery fence in the southern end of Hartford. Her shirt was pushed up over her head and there were rosary beads around her neck and she was strangled. While there were some differences in the cases, there were also a lot of similarities. All the women were black or Hispanic.

They were all young and single. They were all killed brutally. Their bodies left in public places. Many of them were discovered on Sundays, meaning the attacks were probably happening late on Saturday nights. Police also figured out that a lot of the women who had been killed frequented those same clubs in North Hartford that Sylvia did, and sexual assault seemed to be the motive in every case.

It was chilling to think that one or two men might be stalking those clubs and taking victims at a rapid rate and then going completely unnoticed for an entire decade. Now pretty soon, police had developed a suspect in one of the cases, Carla Terries, and they did this by comparing bite marks on her body that an expert said matched a man named Al Swinton. Swinton was actually charged with Carla's murder and sexual assault in June of 1991, but the charges were dropped a few months later when a court discredited the bite mark analysis. So, when none of the cases were getting solved, police began talking about a possible serial

killer or a group of suspects working together. In January 1992, the Connecticut Cold Case Task Force was formed, and at its first meeting that month, they declared that they would do everything they could to try and get to the bottom of all of the homicides. They got to work doing victimology comparisons and what they found actually made Sylvia in outlier. Some of the other women were known for sex work, but that wasn't the case with Sylvia. So her case remained cold.

Her kids Kelsey and Elena grew up thinking that they would never know who took their mom from them. Our team actually had the chance to talk with Elena, and that hopelessness still remains today. I've already gotten to the point where I'm just like, because it's been about to be 41 years since this has happened. And I'm like, I'm kind of losing my hope that something's going to be done because I'm like,

by the time they do find someone, they're probably going to be dead and gone. If they are going to find someone, that's another question." In 2019, a breakthrough came. A retired Hartford detective, Steve Comnick, stopped by the Hartford Police Department one day just for fun. He grabbed a cup of coffee and ran into Detective Jacobson. The two started talking about the huge potential to solve some of the old 80s and 90s task force cases using DNA and genealogy.

So I said, Steve, what other cases are out there that maybe have the potential for some of this stuff? And he said, hey, do you ever look at Sylvia Baker's case? I had never heard of it. Because if you look at that list, she's on some of the lists, she's not on some of the list, and she's 1982. She's way out. All the other ones are like the 80s or the 90s. So I said, no, Steve, tell me about it." That was when Detective Jacobson first requested Sylvia's file. But he was disappointed to see that aside from the ligatures, there wasn't much physical evidence recovered. He also noticed that there wasn't much mention in the case file of her having been sexually

assaulted. But in the reports, it seemed like there had been a sex assault kit done, so Detective Jacobson reached out to the medical examiner's office. For 37 years, the semen that had been found in Sylvia was sitting on a shelf just waiting to be tested. I mean, to be fair, not all 37 since DNA testing wasn't a thing there until like the mid 90s, but still. Now, it was just one intact sperm cell on Sylvia's slide.

So Detective Jacobson crossed his fingers while they sent it off for testing. And what do you know? On November 8, 2019, they got a hit. The match was for a man who police asked us to call Grant. This is somebody that Hartford police were very familiar with. Grant was a long time Hartford resident who managed a local doughnut shop. He had an extensive criminal history

that started when he was just a teen. According to a Hartford current article from 1977, when Grant was just 17, he would drive around and pick up women by pretending to be an off-duty detective. He robbed his first known victim of some cash, but when he tried to assault her, she was able to escape. Not long after that, police said Grant tried the ruse again, and this time he robbed a woman and sexually assaulted her at knife point. All of this happened at none other than Keeney Park. He was later sentenced to six to 12 years in prison, but for one reason or another, he ended up out of jail and back on the streets, which allowed him to strike again in 1978.

According to the Hartford Current Archives, Grant held another woman at knife point just as she was getting home to her apartment. He forced her into his car and took her to Keeney Park and sexually assaulted her. Grant told the woman that he was going to give her to his friends who were pimps and that they would quote, do whatever they wanted to her. But more men never showed up. Grant then took the victim back to her apartment where he held her hostage overnight. As soon as he left, the victim called police, and the next day, officers found Grant driving the victim's car around Hartford. He went to jail, but got out again, and according to old news articles, he went on to commit

more sexual assaults and robberies. So, he went back to prison in Connecticut, but was again released in 1997. Just four months after his release, a Hartford woman went missing. The last place she was seen? Grant's house. But police didn't connect him with the physical evidence until 2000, and by that time, he had gone on to commit even more crimes and ended up in prison in Massachusetts. But in 2000, he told police where they would find the woman's body. And when her skeleton was recovered right

where Grant said it would be, he was brought back to Connecticut to face sexual assault and felony murder charges. So by now, you're thinking, okay, they got a hit in 2019. What are we doing here? Case closed, right? Trust me, I'm wondering the same thing. But it's not that simple.

You see, when Detective Jacobson began reinvestigating Sylvia's case in 2019, he found something else that pointed to yet another suspect. In Sylvia Baker's contact book is known 1980s rapist who would bind people up and cover their eyes and break in and do all these terrible things to women. Wallet man is related to him, that's his brother. Yes, Joe, the guy who was Wallet was found near the murder scene who was the very first person interviewed about Sylvia in 1982.

His brother, who we were asked to call Milo, his name and number were in Sylvia's little black book. Milo was actually sentenced to prison just a few months ago in January of 2023 for the 1984 kidnapping and rapes of four other women. But that's not all. Joe and Milo had a half-brother, who will call Walter, who also had a criminal history, and yes what? In the 80s, Walter drove a dark blue van that met the description of the one Sylvia was

seen getting in the night of her murder. Investigators can't ignore all those coincidences. Could Grant, Joe Milo, and Walter all have been involved? I mean, police always thought more than one person had killed Sylvia because of the different knots around her wrists and ankles. So over the last few years, Detective Jacobson has been trying to, A, figure out exactly how Grant connects to Joe and Milo, if at all, and B, trying to get new interviews with all of them, which is why we agree to use aliases in this episode.

Things are very active for Detective Jacobson. He's even gone back to some of those clubs in North Hartford trying to talk to people, or at least the ones that are still around anyway. Some of the interviews with the suspects are actually in the works as I record this episode. But these things don't happen overnight, and as key witnesses get older, Elena can't help but wonder if her mother's case will ever see resolution. I just leave it in God's hands and I know even if they had a good life, something happened like nobody can just automatically get away with taking someone else's life like that. So the best way to keep my sanity is by just saying I just

leave it in God's hands. And, you know, once in a while, I'll ask him about it, but I kind of just stop pushing it. Elena has no choice but to make peace with the fact that she may never be able to confront her mother's killer. She's put in the work, not only for her own sake, but for her daughters.

I had to make amends with God then too, and trust and the decisions that would be made out of my control. Because a long time I blamed God and said, that's not fair, why would you do that? And there's a lot of things that I don't know. And there's a lot of things that we don't know why things are done. But I know in my current life, I am extremely blessed. I felt like God has said to me, like, I didn't forget you. I told you I would not forget you. You know, like, I know this

happened to you, but that's not your whole life. So that's where I am right now. And I'm just grateful for what I do have now. And I'm at peace with it, honestly. While it's been over 40 years, there are still questions that are imperative to Sylvia's case that have gone unanswered. Who was in the van? How many people are involved in killing Sylvia? How did they get her to go with them that night

without an obvious struggle? Why would anyone want a harm, a 28 year old woman with a family and a future? But one thing's for sure, in her short life, Sylvia did everything for her children. It seemed like she was a loving mom that was looking to make sure that her kids were educated well. She would write letters back and forth

so that board of education, making sure that her kids stayed in one school, even though she was moving to a different district, because they had better schooling there. Her kids were writing her Valentine's Day cards, and birthday cards, and she had capdows. She was in constant contact with her mom. Elena was only two years old when her mother was taken.

Unlike her classmates and friends, Elena didn't have her mom by her side for all of those big milestones. Her wedding, nor the birth of her daughters. You think that, oh, she was too. She doesn't remember. She doesn't know. And no, I don't remember.

I don't know. I don't know what my mom laughed. Sounds like I don't know what her favorite color was. I don't know what she, if she was a good cook, if she was a bad cook. I don't know any of those things." With the DNA match and more information coming to light in this case in recent years, I feel like we are so close to getting justice for Sylvia. If you know anything about her murder, or if you know something else about the men I mentioned

or the other six unsolved homicides of women in Hartford in the 80s and 90s, please call the Connecticut Cold Case Unit's tip line at 866-623-8058. Colors can remain anonymous. The Deck is an audio chuck production with theme music by Ryan Lewis to learn more about the Deck and our advocacy work, visit the DeckPodcast.com. So, what do you think Chuck? Do you approve? and our advocacy work, visit thedeckpodcast.com. So, what do you think Chuck, do you approve?

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