She still had no real basis in fact to go on, nothing more than a mere rumor really, and a totally unsubstantiated one at that."What the hell am I doi...g?" she asked herself as she picked up the phone and dialed Jerry's number. As always, he knew who was calling him before he'd even answered."You're in," he said simply picking up the phone. "You've got an interview at nine in the morning, I'm faxing over your work history, back ground history and identifications. You'll need to drop by my place. We slowly went and peeped outside if anybody was seeing. Nobody was around. So I first went and opened the store. Then I gave her the signal, she ran and came inside. I closed the shutter half, but she insisted to close it almost fully as if anybody sees it they might come. My heart was pounding to know that I was all alone inside the store with a lonely girl. I was very curious to know what was the urgent need. She searched the departments several times around and around, but I guess she. He must have somebody on tap as the unnamed source in the cover-up. Who? It would have to be one of the bad guys. Hawkins getting me back for ‘92? That shithead Provost Marshall or the numbnuts second john, whatever their names were? I was going to have to get copies of the records myself for review.When my staff arrived, I greeted them and gave them all a basic rundown. No, I wasn’t a serial killer. Yes, I was being set up by the President. Yes, I needed their help, as much as possible. No,. Woh sabhi khushi se ucchal pade.Mohsin, “Par bhaijaan woh bohut shopping karti hai. Maine ek baar bola tha usko, woh tab ruki jab maine bola ki ab mere paas kuch nahi hai.”Faizan (haste hue), “Kitne ki shopping?”Mohsin, “15 hazaar ki, tab bhi 2 din tak naaraz rahi.”Shahzad (haste hue), “Tu bas itna bata ki kitni shopping karne ke baad woh apni fudi humein khushi khushi degi.”Mohsin, “Bhai pata nahi, khush ho gayi to kya pata de bhi de.”Shahzad, “Tu chinta mat kar saara kharch hum.