I backtracked to 144 which was an all-night newsagent. I looked up the alley and noticed a door about halfway up. 146a. This was it. Moment of destiny...time. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes for a moment and lifted my clenched fist. TAP TAP TAP. I knocked the requisite three times with a shacking arm before opening the door and stepping toward my fate. Inside was a small pitch dark vestibule area. I quickly stripped off my clothes and with nowhere to hang them I left them in the corner. A month and a half after Ryan and Consuela first met, all of the groundwork had been laid. The accounts were ready. The first pair of non-traceable cell phones they'd used to communicate with each other so far had been smashed and the component parts scattered in a half-dozen San Antonio dumpsters. All the gear Ryan had purchased from the spy shop and the recordings he'd made with that equipment had all been destroyed, burned, and the remnants deposited a city dump a hundred miles away. All. I doubt his wife even called Mr. Thornbill Jasper, assuming she was allowed to speak to him at all. He was kind of impressed with himself, even though he couldn't draw a straight line with the help of a ruler.I walked along the wall, following June. I knew the deal, though, and waited until she went around her desk and sat down. She checked papers on her desk, like I wasn't there, and then picked up the phone and punched a button. "Mr. Randall is here, Sir," she said sweetly.She put the phone. If you date her, be very careful of her. I do not know how she will react to letting a man near her. She still flinches when Ken touches her shoulder or hand."Jimmy looked at Tammy in shock and then back to Molly. "How could anyone want to hurt such a caring woman as she is?"Suddenly from behind them, a voice said, "Because he was sadistic bastard that took great pleasure in torturing young women, and then possibly killing them or selling them. However, we shall never know the full reasons why,.