I parked in a visitor spot and strode up to Madam’s office and rapped on the door. Her assistant opened it.“Betty,” she said, “I tried to tell...you before you hung up in my ear, Madam won’t be in for about an hour.“Oh, I’m sorry, Gail. Can I wait?” I asked meekly.“Of course.”She opened the door to Madam’s anteroom, we entered and she indicated an electric kettle on a small end table next to the couch. “Make some tea if you want...” I flopped onto the worn leather. After a while, as I was. My benefactor poured the two fingers of vodka from his bottle. I added the Sprite and took a swallow.He let his hairy arm brush against my arm between us. "I ain't got much time, man. I got a bitchy wife at home, her mother and a houseful of k**s. You wanna get what you came to get now?" Sure," I said."So let's go to the john," he suggested, dr****g his arm around my shoulder."I have a better idea," I countered, "let's go outside to the parking lot. I have a van with a mattress in the back."We. ”She smiled: his syntax became tortured when he was agitated. Or, ‘When agitated did he become, tortured would his syntax become,’ she thought. She wasn’t worried. Not once in her life had she sustained so much as a hangnail, a blister, or even a sun burn. The thought of damaging her hands or any other part of her body, never entered her mind. Well, it had happened once. She had cut her foot when she stepped on a sharp shell, but that was one time, long ago, and she never gave it a thought. " Do you see any connection?" asked Maggie."Not at the moment. Maybe I can find out more when I talk with the boyfriend. In the meantime, why don't you contact Pine Ridge and see what they can give us on a Johnny Two Forks." You got it," smiled Maggie turning to her PC.The drive to Little Falls took a little over twenty-five minutes. Gina mulled over in her mind the information Maggie had gotten from the Pine Ridge authorities. Johnny Two Forks had been in and out of scrapes since he was a kid,.