..Before becoming a TV news anchor in Lebanon & Dubai, I earned my stripes in the USA as an intern & an "on the spot" reporter at a syndicated cable n...twork. On my first day I was introduced to my team; my camerawoman who was a tall, leggy, athletic, blonde called Chrissie who appeared to be in her late twenties, & my sound girl who was a cute, brazen, little redhead with a big smile & plenty of attitude called Suzie.We were sent out to do some silly human interest story (or 'cat up a tree. What would it be like talking to a girl, knowing she was 'different'? Would it seem normal to me, or would I freak out? To be honest, I wasn't sure."Jessie, I don't really know. I’m not sure I would be able to talk with her. I mean I have no experience, I would hate to say something wrong and hurt her feelings."She looked at me for a long minute. "Wow that was an honest answer. Some of the guys we get in here would jump so hard at the chance that it would be scary. Others get insulted and put. The two of us stared at Anna Brock’s unconscious body, stunned. Arnold smacked her face to wake her up. I smiled. Good one! Ann Brock woke up with a start. She stared at us, eyes filled with hate. I decided to interrogate her. Why did she do it? Ann Brock sneered. She said she wasn’t telling us anything. This time, I smacked the black bitch in the face. She was going to fess up, or else. Ann looked at Arnold, and called him a traitor. He stared at her, stunned. Ann went on. She considered all. "You mean he might come after Aaron again," she asked, wide-eyed."It's possible. In his mind, if he thinks Mr. Prentice is a threat to you, I'm guessing he will act."That was something I didn't want to hear. Another two months in pain, or worse? What the hell could be done to stop this guy?Detective Lofthouse pulled a photograph from a manila envelope. It was a picture of blonde-haired young man with a brush cut, square jaw, and penetrating blue eyes. He was dressed in desert battle fatigues..