It was almost as if it knew about the nine hundred and fifty thousand dollars it carried. Soon the case would be in the hands of Columbian cocaine tra...ers. I was a drug runner. Plain and simple. I got a phone call on Friday afternoon and given the information I needed. At ten o’clock that night I would saddle up my runner’s bag, check the car, and head to a pick up zone. We would trade case for case and I would return to a safe house. There, I would wait for another call giving me the drop time. Wait a minute. Why would she give me her number if she had a boyfriend? Would she just make up some excuse when I called? Did she, too, do her part to keep all those shampoo companies in business? Or would she just be generally vague about it: "Sorry, I can't tonight ... or the next night, or the next. Call me in another month." My heart ached already.I was breathing normally now, and the storm had stopped. I looked at Bandit, who was just sitting there, staring at me, like it was time to feed. (Nostrumo) And an old tooth under your pillow! :)(Anne-Mal) Who are you talking about Julie, Tryxi?(Julie) Yep!(Brandy) All of the above.(Darkside) Mindy, how did you think the chat went yesterday? I found it fun and enlightening. Hope you did too?(Julie) If only she hadn't lost all her IQ when she was changed into a woman!(Anne-Mal) That sneaky Wendy, Steve! Already planning an excuse!(Janice) I really did just get an e-mail from her time-stamped 3:42 (30 minutes ago) and sent her an emergency. She doesn’t speak English,’ Falcon said shrugging his shoulders. ‘What’s her name?’ ‘I call her Daisy,’ was the only answer Falcon had to give. ‘This whole situation is very odd,’ Jason said staring down at the girl, ‘Almost too good to be true, finding a gorgeous naked woman wandering around, when none of us men have seen any sort of female for months.’ ‘Believe me, I know.’ Falcon didn’t need to be told the strangeness of the situation. And Jason didn’t even know the half of it, didn’t.