Jamieand her Italian friends entertained the audiences with tales of theirlives, answered the audience's questions and posed for a seeminglyendless nu...ber of selfies. When she left the auditorium, Jamie was equalparts exhausted and exhilarated from her time in front of her fans."Great show, yet again!" Nikki squeaked as she escorted Jamie back toher dressing room. "And... That's you done until Friday, if I've got mycharts right!" Which you always have," Jamie replied, causing Nikki to smile. An open doorway led into a back room. There were two couples slow-grinding under the glitter ball, a couple of guys with a curvy brunette playing pool, and three women on one of the couches chatting.I went over to the couch and my eyes lit on a redhead in a well-filled tube top and short skirt. I introduced myself as a first-timer there, and she agreed to help me feel like one of the family. I held out my hand and she pulled herself up out of the couch, tube top jiggling pleasantly, her head. Talking about vague, but that was Whisper. He - if it really was a he - had shown up before the semester began, to confirm the girls' choice of me as their protector and to let me know that if I didn't get to the rest of "mine" that they would be in danger. He had been vague then, too, but then Renée told me about Master PC and her theories on its use in the serial kidnappings."Whisper?" Renée asked and I nodded."He says using the phone would be dangerous."Renée gave me a worried look. It was. I stuck the stainless pistol into my waist and shivered from the cold steel on my skin. It’s about an hour into the mountains to the scene of my crimes and I don’t remember a second of it….I was in a daze, a trance, an altered state. It could have been the gravity of the moment or the xanax bars I just washed down with wild turkey. I hit her gravel drive and jumped from my truck and sort of jogged to the door in hopes to not give myself enough time to back out. I let my self in. Becky was.