"Not one of the brothers for sure," Martin said."That's what I was afraid of. Cooking that shit is too dangerous for the brothers. One misstep and you...got a room full of bodies. You can make crystal Meth or you can make poison gas. It all comes from the same ingredients." So now what?" Martin asked."Well, we still might get them on tape going into the place, but the odds are slim. There is no reason for them to be at the shack. They can take care of business anywhere. Pay off the cookers and. . uh ... have you ever thought about me when you jerk off?” She looked up at me with that insecure look of young innocence again.“Yes, honey, I have.”“How many times?”“Well, I can honestly say, more times than I can even count.” As my words registered she broke into a broad smile and was positively glowing with pride.“Oh, Uncle Jeff! That is just so cool! That’s so awesome that you think about me when you jerk off.” She paused as she looked once more at the jar in my hand. “Okay, the Vaseline.. A woman came to me as I stood with Elena and said, “I am Janna. I know Elena so you must be Josh.” She looked at Elena and grinned. “He looks good.” She looked back at me. “Where is the radio?” I handed it to her wordlessly. She looked it over, opened the case with a fingernail. She smiled. “Very good. I rather thought that’s what it would be like. It won’t be difficult to duplicate its abilities.” I just nodded. She left with the radio.I said, “Elena, I am astounded by the technological. Arriving at the front of the bin, we could see a lot of rust where the front wheels had been attached, and that was undoubtedly why they had failed. The rest of the front end looked rust free, and we had to hope that it held together while picking it up, or there would be garbage all over the hallway. Mare sized up the bin as we waited for Mark to return with the pallet jack.“This shouldn’t be too difficult,” she assured me, as she checked out the square steel tube that ran across the front of.