I only wish that Venables and Thompson were getting the sort of justice described. I don't believe in the death penalty except for extreme cases -- wh...ch these two are, I admit -- but I do believe in justice.(For the record, I thought Tim McVey should have been driven out into the middle of the Oklahoma desert in a panel truck. Then he gets to sit there inside the truck, fully conscious but unable to move, while he watches a timer tick down for sixty minutes to zero before setting off 400. I need you to accept me for me Rylie. I don’t want to be a substitute for anyone,’ Matt said, trying hard to keep the frustration and the hurt out of his voice. ‘You’re right.’ She sighed. ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘It’s okay.’ Matt said, pulling her close to him. ‘It’s a normal reaction. You’re hurt and I guess I looked like someone who would ease the pain. But not like that Rylie.’ He wiped away the tears that were streaming down her cheeks, holding her tenderly, offering her all the comfort he could.. ”“So would I… the only thing is, I didn’t think of it.”“What are you saying? This was someone else’s idea?” asked Johnson looking at Becky over her pair of half-moon granny glasses.“Yes. The new girl Diane, my assistant. When I showed her the one with the cigarette, she didn’t care for it. Then she told me she thought a rose would work better as it appears as though he is going on a date. Kind of romantic I thought.”“That was very generous of you to give her credit for the idea. If you hadn’t I. They have their ways to force her to do what they want. The PI called late one night. I got a tip she might be in LA. Do you want me to go to LA, and search for her? He asked. Which in PI language means will I cover all the expenses. I agreed, and he headed out for LA. It was going on the second week that she has been gone. It was Saturday afternoon, and I just finished up an extra eight hour day shift, and I had three days off coming up. The phone rang, and it was the PI. I got her, and know.