That particular idea had been hers and she was quite proud of it.“There isn’t a pattern to the major attacks,” Mike said staring at the screen.�...�We think that is a pattern in itself,” Shirley said getting excited. She shifted in her chair to look at Mike directly.“Why?”Shirley ran her fingers over the keyboard and the static display was replaced by a time lapse replay of major attacks.She said, “We figure they are using two teams to provide surveillance of a target. The first team is charged. I never really got into sales, but they were talking about a system called NLP - Neuro Linguistic Programming. The idea is that you can do anything if you put your mind to it. It didn't work for my sales, but it paid off a treat in my personal life. I literally bumped into Helen, spilt her drink, bought her another, got talking...you know the type of thing. She had a lovely smile, and wore very light subtle makeup. We ended up rudely ignoring our workfriends, and ended up in a conversation. I had to think about where Michael might be. He was recommended by the Methodist parson so I'm going to his home first to see if he has any idea of where the bastard might be hiding. The word is beginning to spread about the assault. I must look ready to kill, because people are getting out of my way as I walk. The sheriff came up and looked like he wanted to say something but I ignored him. Right now I don't care about laws, I just want to kill the bastard and make him suffer like Elizabeth. Fuckin’ bitch.” She crossed her arms, getting heated just thinking about the long hours she spent out breaking her back so her mom could lay around being worthless. “As for people lookin’ for me, after my mom left town I figure they assumed I went with her and didn’t much care to put no more thought into it. I’m just white trash, mister, nothin’ anyone much cares to go lookin’ for, ya know?” “You ain’t white trash. Well, you’s white but I don’t think you’re trash.” He chuckled, relishing in his.