Over the ensuing weeks and months, he occasionally got a bit of news. Usually it was a rumor of a sighting of someone who may have been Farrah, someo...e who matched her general description. He even was asked to provide a DNA sample, and he had been asked to look at several sets of grisly autopsy photos. But there was no good news. It was as though the ground had opened up and swallowed his beautiful eighteen-year-old daughter without a trace.On her twenty-first birthday, he spent the day in. " Fuck you, you fuckin' wimp. When I finish with you, I'll show her how to dance, and then show her how a real man fucks." He flicked his wrist and a knife blade flashed, reflecting the dim light in the gym.Unaccountably, the sight of the knife didn't frighten me, maybe because I figured Gomez was so out of it from booze or drugs that I could defend myself.I was wrong.He was quick, quicker than I expected, and he didn't hesitate. The knife entered my abdomen as if moving into soft butter. He. How often will you come here?”“Meaning how often will we bring you food? We are here to catch the pirates who have caused so much trouble. It is our intention to be out at sea near here every day until we have caught them all. We will continue to give you food if you will continue to cook it for us. I don’t think there is anything else you can do for us.”“You may be right. We have little here.”“You will have more when we leave. We can give you supplies. And, if we catch a pirate ship we will. Harrison, Julia. She was wearing an expensive-looking pearl-coloured blouse and tan skirt that showed plenty of cleavage and lots of leg. Julia watched me come into the room intently and patted the place next to her, on the couch.I sat down dutiful.There was a feeling that I was about to be lectured or interrogated, as the married couple were staring at me in a undecipherable sort of way.Mr. Harrison sat across from us, in a large comfortable chair.There was a moments awkward silence before Mr..