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Just wanted to point this out about the navajo coded messages.
(excerpts from Dance Dance Dance)
"read these letters over a few times, then filed them away. And so the months passed.
Money wasn't a problem. I had saved plenty enough to live on, and I wasn't thinking about what came later. Winter was past.
And spring took hold. The scent of the wind changed. Even the darkness of night was different.
At the end of May, Kipper, my cat, died. Suddenly, without warning. I woke up one day and found him curled up on the kitchen floor, dead. He himself probably hadn't known it"
"The area had changed markedly from the old days. Of course, those «old days» were only four years back, as I've said, so most of the places I'd frequented were more or less the same. The local atmosphere was basically the same as well, but signs of change were everywhere. Stores were boarded up, announcements of development to come tacked over. A large building was under construction....."
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