" What kind of favor?" I asked."I need you to come to my house and take some pictures."I looked at her. "Pictures? What of?" Not 'what of'," she said...."Of whom." Whom of?" I asked.She laughed."Me, silly."I'd joined the photography club at school when I was a freshman. Since then, my folks had gotten me a really nice camera, a Nikon D3 100 SLR. That means single lens reflex, but that's not important unless you're into photography like I am. Suffice it to say it's a good camera that takes really. "Bobby licked his lips and sat behind his big desk, his eyes darting back and forth. Even on the small video screen, Simon could see that Bobby had started to perspire.Bobby fidgeted in his chair. "But if this evidence does exist, I am in a position to pay handsomely for it."Simon was disappointed. He had thought that it would feel exhilarating to confront Bobby. Instead it made him feel dirty. Simon checked his watch."I figure that you've got about 15 minutes before the PG get there."Bobby. With an arrow spoon, I could have removed it, but we had nothing like that, so the man died an hour or so later when his wife tried to pull the arrow out without the proper medical instruments.He did manage to stay conscious long enough to warn us that we were about to be attacked by approximately 50-60 Comanches. If they had not been discovered, they would have ridden through our column using their lances on any person that they could reach, man, woman, or child. However, we did have some time. And some of them don’t go to Milford.”“What makes you say that they won’t fit in? Our group is about as accepting as can be. The only issue was when the supposed Junior Class slut joined us and it turned out she wasn’t what everyone thought! Everyone accepted her once they actually got to know her. She and Ralph even dated for a while.”“Our group is pretty intimidating. Everyone is a great student, is super smart, and is into chess or computers. And you, Steve Adams, have a reputation for being.