He told Ron that the searches were concentrated north of here and no one was looking in this area. Ron finally got his voice."The woman is at the edge...of the woods," he blurted out, "I have to go get her."Ron ran back to where he had left Brenda. As he got to her he grabbed her and started hugging and kissing her. Brenda finally pushed him away."What did you find," she asked.As they walked toward the clearing, Ron told her about the cabin and how they had stumbled onto a wilderness church. He. She has asked me not to reveal her identity.We arranged to meet one night at a motel near the Pittsburgh International Airport. I arrived at the agreed time, but when I knocked on her door she told me she wasn't ready yet and asked me to wait half an hour. I agreed.Half an hour later, I returned to her room, but she still wasn't ready. She was apologetic, and asked me if I would rather come back in another half hour, or would prefer to wait in the room while she finished dressing. I told her I. Personally, I'd never written one, much less received one. This was the age of phones, emails, texting, and instant messaging. Here I was, though, with pen and paper.There was a strange feeling about placing my feelings into words, sealing an envelope, and then handing the letter to the FBI agent to drop in a mailbox far from where we were located. The good thing about this process was that they were able to get me the address to Black Hawk, where I figured Jessica would be.As soon as Agent. Opening the door I notice the curtains are slightly open, exposing a beautifully clear night. I make my way to the window and rest my arms on the ledge as I stare up to the bright stars and go off into my own little world. I’ve always been a bit of a fan of astronomy and love admiring the constellations. As I mentally spot and name each one I notice a light touch on my shoulder which makes me flinch slightly. It’s too strong to be the curtains and definitely covers too much of an area to be.