Tom Voigt thinks he knows who was behind the crime of the century. By Jordan Michelman 12/16/2020 at 5:00am Published in the December 2020 issue of Portland Monthly âJordan?â I feel a tap on my shoulder. Once I confirmI am indeed the writer who asked him to meet me here, at a well-distanced two-top outside NE 28th Avenue German beer bar Stammtisch on a crisp fall day, the man hands me a small cellophane package. âHere, I brought this for you,â he says in the quick, deep voice of a former radio announcer. The package contains a customized face mask, flecked in arcane symbo...