“Royce Boyle,” the man with the knife choked out. He sounded like his throat didn’t work right.“Can I ask them questions too, or will they onl... answer you?” Will asked.“They’ll answer you now that the Telling has them. You’re in the circle. They have to answer,” Janie was looking over the men like she was memorizing them.“What’s your connection to Timmonds?” Will asked.“He’s the money. We’re the crew. He owns a boat and we work on it,” Quincy-with-the-gun answered.“Crew,” Boyle croaked, echoing. ‘He said he wanted to see Bill and Kenny, something about car parts.’ ‘Stolen?’ ‘Do you think he bought them?’ His point was well taken. Willie Cortex had never to our knowledge held a job longer than it took him to locate and steal anything of value. A completely hapless alcoholic at the age of fifteen, he had the pasty furtive look of someone with quite a few years of prison in his future. With dark curly hair and a fair complexion, Willie was an Irish and American Indian lad with the. Her mind starting drifting on djinns and other supernatural creatures but she always tried to block such thoughts off.She then started thinking about her dreams. She had been having the same dreams for the last 2 nights. She dared not tell anyone else what sort of dreams she had been having, as they sounded too embarrassing.After driving for more than 20 minutes she finally saw a two storey-building standing all by itself off the road, with a Toyota parked on its driveway.There were no trees. Both of us went to a departmental store where she purchased some shampoos and soaps. While she was doing so it was the first time I saw her sexual beauty.As she was wearing a deep neck, sleeveless, white t-shirt. Suddenly when she lifted her arms to remove the soap above I could she her black bra. It was padded. I also saw her beautiful armpits which were shaved cleanly in such a way that as if she had not grown any hair there. Later as she was walking moving her hips I could clearly see her.