“We don’t have an incredible amount of books on that...”Azelia watches until the girl slips from view behind a row of shelves. She slips around ...he desk, propping herself over it on her elbows. While she waits, her eyes begin to wander. She has never been on this side of the desk before and any mystery it had is completely gone. It looks just like any other desk in any other business, but with one difference. Janae’s has a gym bag sitting underneath it. Gym bag means working out, working out. Did we have that many?One place I avoided dining other than token bites was the Baboon Laboratory. I didn't sleep there, either. I was ENEMY to the baboons and well aware of that fact. There were two exceptions: Fannie Mae anytime, and Sally Mae when she was away from the other baboons. Fannie Mae was her own baboon, but Sally Mae followed the crowd—even when the crowd put her down. Have I told you lately that humans and baboons are alike?The kennels were usually a busy place. The big cats. I mean we all were carried away in the moment, is there any chance... I mean are you... ?" Roger stumbled to find a way to delicately ask the question."Am I on the pill?" Miranda supplied for him mercifully. Roger nodded implying that was what he was trying to ask. "Yes, I'm on the pill." Miranda informed him. Roger sighed in relief. Miranda's look turned questionable, almost hurt. Roger hastened to explain himself, the last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt her."It's not that I wouldn't be. I took a final look at her blood-flecked, shrieking face as she lay with his virtually headless corpse on top of her and silently made my getaway. Within 60 seconds I heard sirens and saw flashing blue lights approaching.*** *** ***Every hit I ever made was carefully researched and well planned. Until that night. But in order to get off the streets that were filling with police cars and good citizens coming out of their front doors, I had to nip down a side alley not more than half a mile away..