"Maybe I do." Erica tossed the book in my lap and headed for the door. "See ya soon," she said as walked out, leaving me all alone in herbedroom. As s...e left, I sat down at her desk and began to search her computer forinformation as she had suggested. However, I noticed a folder on her computer desktop titled "My Movies" and couldn't resist taking a peek. I double clicked and a window popped up showing a large number of icons, although they were all named simply Movie 1, Movie 2, Movie 3 and so. " I don't know...how did you...when did you?" Sara was confused, dazed, exhilarated, and horrified all at once. "I don't know about this...it is all so sudden" Well Sara, it is happening. Tyrone, if you would be so kind as to take Sara upstairs and fuck the ever living shit out of her, I'd be most appreciative." Tyrone took Sara by the hand and began guiding her upstairs."Oh and Sara. I made sure to pick you out a clean bull. You know what that means don't you? He'll be fucking you bareback" I. The door slid open and the little light turned red for 'booked'. So the room had been available. Good. Finally, things had stopped going wrong.Sighing, she stepped inside, and thumbed the light switch as she door slid shut. The room remained in blackness, and she stabbed at the switch again. Nothing. She was about to let out a loud expletive when she felt herself suddenly grabbed from behind, and cold, sharp steel pressed against her throat."And now," said a deep voice right by her ear, "...you. Bolstered by Spook's assessment of probabilities, I remained pretty confident that I'd seen the last of Estrada and his minions. If Estrada had the Carstairs file he'd know that everything pointed against me being Jack Heyward, from fingerprints to photos to DNA to eyewitness IDs, right across the board. They'd been persuasive enough that the Feds hadn't even tried to take it into court, hadn't they?Still, I was aware that Estrada wasn't a court, and had, according to Richard, potential.