I would hate to make apologies for the wrong thing. That would only make things worse, and probably weird as well.It was after six when I began thinki...g about what I could do to create the leads. My first move was to contact my local ‘geek on call’.“So what can I do for you today chief?” he asked.“I am never going to get used to people knowing whose calling them, before I say a word. Anyway, I need you to run a couple of names for a criminal records checks. One is just his street name, so it. Johnny and I talked and I told him all I knew about her and he told me some of what he would set up. When I got off the phone I was wishing that tomorrow were the day. That night I advised the Mrs. That I had to go to a meeting on the 19th and 20th and would be home late on the 20th. I am always going to meetings so she does not question me on that. However, she knew Monday was a holiday and questioned as to that meeting. I told her this was the only time they could have it and they were paying. We were extra careful as our white bodies were much too visible in the moonlight. We saw three horses at the front of the farmhouse tied to the hitching post. We slowly moved to look inside. The farmer, Joe, and his wife, Miriam, were young and had just started farming here after mating during the winter. I could hear the rhythmic sound of sex inside the house. The scream bothered me. We looked in a window into the small house and saw that there was a problem. It looked like Joe was lying on. "You wanted to whoop up on Ana! Now I'm going to beat up on you."Kelvin took out a power drill and began revving it up. He forced it into the thug's eye. blood spurted everywhere. Trey's mouth was civered with strong duct tape. "You'll never hurt Ana again, bastard!" Kelvin drilled holes in Trey's mouth, feet, legs, and scrotum until he was tired. Finally he sliced the woman beater's neck with a knife and let him bleed out. Kelvin and his two black ops friends put the body in a lye-filled chest.