As I walked through the withering tree it felt a little cooler and looked better then my fields. By the time I got to the water hole I really was read... for that dip and stripped fast and jumped in the low water. It felt great and since there was a drought the water fall had thinned so I swam under it and enjoyed its refreshing coolness. While playing in the falls I noticed behind it that there was a partial opening in the rock face that would have been submerged except for the drought. I swam. "Or I may decide to punishyou." The idea of being punished by her was both frightening andexciting. The former won out, however, and I obeyed her. "Spread your legs apart." I did so. "I think I know what you're going to do," I said. "Shut up." She had not raised her voice, nor had she put any anger into hervoice. She had used the same moderate but firm tone she had been. Yetit could not have been more effective if she had screamed it at the topof her lungs. From her satchel. I searched through the archives of every newspaper in South Florida for articles relating to your disappearance. You'd think it would make the news, right? I found absolutely nothing. Zero, nil, nada. That's beyond baffling, and it's one missing piece in this puzzle that's simply vital."I took a moment to digest this. "Just how powerful is this triad, anyway? Do they have the ability to control the American media, and have a story suppressed?" No," she replied with confidence. "Rest assured. The two of them exchanged looks. Cindy's failed to convey the contempt she felt for her former friend, Sarah's couldn't show her sorrow and regret. Sarah checked the collar and the tag. She came back over to Rick."I'm sorry," she said, "but the last one doesn't tally. Its got all of Cindy's details here but her number has been scribbled out and another written in. Should I just put the tag on her or should we find the girl with this number, #06.085?" Sarah's look suddenly changed. Her hand flew.