Suddenly, it came out with a 'whooshing' sound. Brenda felt her feet go numb, and her legs collapsed. She stared in horror as her feet and legs flat...ened out."Brenda, I was perfectly willing to allow you to pay me on a time schedule. In fact, that's what I went in the back for, to get a payment book for you. But you just had to steal from me. Well, what's done is done."With that the old man grabbed her feet and started rolling them up in his hands. As he did that, the sound from her neck. Traditionally the band has a break but not this year. Just as we were unpacking for our final night and large slightly portly man, around 50 asks ‘who’s the boss’. We all point to the drummer. He takes the Drummer off to a quiet corner and in 15 minutes he gathers us together for a meeting. The portly gentleman in an expensive suit remains close by but out of ear shot. The drummer explains, “He wants to book us for a gig and is prepared to pay big bucks.” I’m not taking any notice but the. I looked down to see the red mark where it struck me. Then I felt the pain. It was like being cut by a giant paper cut. I let out a scream at the same time as the second lash tore into my breasts and my upper back. A third and fourth lash followed. She came over and spun my body around. The lashes were now hitting every part of me. I looked down to see a criss cross pattern of red stripes covering my body. I was so traumatised that I hadn't noticed that she had stopped until she knelt in front. Ed got his 3rd cup of coffee and went into his office and got a legal pad and a pencil and brought it back to the table. While drinking his coffee, he wrote a list of the questions that he needed answers to. On a second sheet he wrote a list of everyone who might want George Bynum dead. The second list was, by no means, complete, as he did not know all of the players in this game yet. Ed took a 3rd sheet and wrote down all of the facts that he knew. He laid all 3 sheets side by side and looked.