There wasn't a whole lot of running to do, but a few important things, like renewing his driver's license, which had expired more than a month before....The run to the Secretary of State's office in Bolivar took him longer than it should have, and he barely made it back to Wychbold in time to go to the Kiwanis meeting.As Jason had said, the meeting was mostly people he knew, although some of them not very well. He pretty much covered the same ground that he'd covered talking over the breakfast. "Oy!" The loud, intoxicated man, who appeared to be in his mid-thirties,yelled at Janet. "Oy, you! Yeah, you! Are you a tranny?" Rather thanrespond, Janet took a deep breath to calm herself, before taking herphone out of her handbag and directing all of her attention toward it."OY!" The drunk man yelled in a louder voice, banging against his chairto attract Janet's attention. "I'm talking to you! Are you a poof in adress?" Janet tried again to ignore the loud man, but realised that hewould. She had lasted a lot longer than some. He remembered the first girl, the girl who wouldn't quit crying. She called the knife. She hadn't lasted three days.But a task force was something new and delicious. They couldn't find him, they had nothing on him. Mr. Big Shot Detective couldn't find his ass with a flash light, road map and both hands. He smothered his giggles into his hand.And his partner, whoa, now she was something. All blonde, cool good looks and ice in her veins, sexy as hell in her. Jonas chuckled at that. "Not quite," she admitted. Then moreseriously, she said, "But Henry was extremely dedicated to his owninterests." At my curious look, she explained, "He was a viralresearcher...someone who developed vaccines and looked for cures." That's cool," I said, wondering if I could somehow use something likethat in my school project. "Somehow I don't think my teacher wouldappreciate me doing any science project involving viruses...especially if Ihad to bring some in to.