And his face, it was like a thousand needles were piercing the flesh. "How much longer would this take?" "Why can't I sit in the patrol car with the ...eater on? He thought. "Shit man, I can feel my balls climbing up into my body trying to keep warm and my dick is so short I don't think I could find it to take a piss if I had to!" Don't think about it man!" He said out loud. "Think about something else." Anything but the cold that was creeping over his entire body. He turned back to the crime. One thing that kept coming in handy for the both of them was their varied classroom exposure to so many different things.Quickly looking at Beth he asked "Beth, are you ok? I mean do you feel ok?"And Beth looked at him as she gritted her teeth to bite back a short response and she said, "Other than getting shot because I was being stupid I'm good. Why do you ask?" No reason. Well other than this is an extremely poison bolt and should have made you go numb almost immediately and then killed you. I nodded to Mags to indicate she could talk now. The PC screen still showed Jolanda's webcam window, her chair and room in sight but no Jolanda to be seen."Hello there," said Mags in a voice I hadn't heard her use before. "Please come back to the screen."A moment's pause later came Jolanda's hand in the screen, reaching for her headset. She put it on but remained out of the screen, so we only heard her voice with a slightly static through the speakers. "Ehm... okay, hang on." A few moments. Just remember me in your will if there’s a million bucks in there.”She turned back to the trunk sitting in the middle of the small living room.Rhonda fixed herself a glass of wine and only after a couple of sips and contemplating a number of possibilities did she work up the courage to lift the lid.Slowly it opened, raising and then dashing her hopes. What she saw was simply an old tattered rather nondescript quilt. Withdrawing it and setting it aside, she dug further. Under the quilt lay two.