.. you will have to become a man. When you become eighteen years old… Then you will see it, boy...’ he laughed happily, and then let out some grav...ly coughs. ‘When will you be turning eighteen…by the way?’‘Next year.’‘Good, I… I need you to do something… for me okay? You can’t touch it until then. Do you promise?’‘What?! What for?’ This disappointed me enormously, as I was jumping with curiosity.‘Just promise me, Adam! You can only use it when you become a man. Obey the wishes of your… dying. He was a bit of a geek, enjoying his computer and video games, but could hold his own with some of the jocks who always made fun of him. They had no idea what muscles he had under his clothes, mostly due to a sense of self-consciousness and a love of tall, button-up shirts. Jimmy might have been on the high school sports team, if he had a little more confidence. He also would have more than three friends, a social life, and a girlfriend along with it. While Jimmy wished for those kinds of. Haven't got it... right here." I see, where is it." He said in a slightly bored voice."Well, I... uh... lost it." Paul knew how lame it all sounded. As a lawyer he had seen some poor liars on the witness stand and his excuse sounded as bad as the worst of them.The cop obviously didn't believe any of it either. "What would you like to bet that if I ran this car through the computer it would come up stolen."Paul's jaw worked silently. "It isn't, I swear!" He finally exclaimed.The cop was silent. I lay back on Tara’s velvet-covered lap and tried to figure out what was going on. My eyes had been closed the entire time. I didn’t need to open them. I knew what I would see and I wasn’t ready to deal with that. Also I had a mystery to solve and keeping my eyes closed helped.I knew who I was – Rebecca Louise Freeman, age thirteen years and zero days. I knew I was lying on the carpet in our living room. I knew it was my birthday. I knew that my entire extended family was in the room staring at.