" Tom began."Well, we have had a rash of missing persons lately." What is so unusual about that?" Usually missing persons tend to be women...girls mos...ly. Young ones who decide to take their anger out on their parents and spit. This rash of missing persons, though, are men." Why would men run away from home?" That's what I was wondering...what are you getting at?" This isn't your everyday, run of the mill, crime, to excuse the pun. This crime was the work of a rogue." A rogue? Are you sure?". I printed that off. Then I showered, dressed, had breakfast, and left to pick up Denise.When she got into the car, I turned to her and grinned. “Good morning; you look like you’re ready for another exciting day,” I joked.“Yeah. You think maybe today will be a normal one for a change?”“Sorry. Not a chance. Today, instead of me getting called to the office, I’m gonna go to the office first and ask for a meeting with Fletcher.”“Oh my, what now? Something from our work session yesterday?”“Yeah.. I had a home made .Bowie knife which was razor sharp. The first night I accounted for 7 slit throats. The others took out four more with the bows. We drug the bodies aside and hid them the best we could. We were hoping the officers would think they deserted.We would allow a few days for the hubbub to taper off then do it again. About a week later we set fire to the enlisted men's barracks. Only three got out . Most were too drunk to even get out of bed. I decided I needed a bit of intel. Our. First Spook. I hit "Spook2589844640321" and "send" on the cell again, this time with more confidence that he'd pick up.He did. She did? It did? Who knew? And at this point I didn't care. "Good evening, Jack," came the simulated voice. A part of my mind noticed that he—or she, or it, whatever— knew what time it was, anyhow. Did that mean Spook was in my time zone, or close to it? "May we talk again now?" Uh—" I stammered, belatedly realizing I hadn't planned this out. "Sure, I guess. But first.