He was telling me what he was going to do to me later. With that the doorbell rang, and I went to open it. It was John and two other guys. I looked at...him quizzically. He told me Steve had said it was okay. I went straight to Steve and took him into the kitchen to see what was afoot. He said John would only come if he could bring his mates who did not believe him about the night we all met. Once they had seen it was true they would go. I asked how he proposed to prove it was true. He thought. Two strapping young men in their late teens met us in front with our conveyance, I later found they were Gus and Max, and Max’s left hand was wrapped with a fresh bandage. As we rode I looked at the book Pearl was reading, and asked her what it was. ‘City of God, by Augustine,’ she said. Getting a peek at the text, I found she was reading it in the original Latin, which was something I hadn’t tried since my short stay at Cambridge. The church service itself was pleasant enough: I wasn’t an. " Linda sounded exasperated."No fucking way! Not happening! Jesus Christ no!" Mitch kicked backhis chair and stood up, agitated.The agent remained cool and dropped a series grainy black and whitephotographs on the table. These pictures, although poorly lit, wereundoubtedly of Detective Mitchell Clooney. In the pictures he wasreceiving money and cocaine from known drug dealers."Hey fuck that man! I was doing my job, making a buy to bust a drugdealer," Mitchell whined.No one in the room. He was planning on having something to eat and then spend the night watching television. He was halfway through eating his food when he heard his phone ring. He walked over to answer when his heart sank. It was Sarah calling. The panic started again, the bad outcomes started shooting through his mind. He needed to answer it, ignoring it would only make things worse. “Hello?” “Chris? It’s Sarah.” The tone of her voice wasn’t friendly, this was going to be a difficult conversation.“Hey, Sarah..