Tran was at this exact moment was anyone's guess. But JJ knew where he would be in a few days.He would be exchanging a load of heroin for three meanin...less girls, near an isolated cabin near a canyon.Idly, he stroked the inner thigh of his sister with his .45 caliber handgun.North PhoenixIn a randomly addressable memory space, Io tracked every single one of JJ Reodondo's trucks also. Every twenty seconds that went by she updated their location in the real world, as the trucks issued their coded. "I promise you we'll restore the Hank you love," said the green-haired man, putting a friendly arm around Jan's shoulders. What was it the others had called him? Samson, that was it, Doc Samson. Hank glared at him. Was this the man who had made Jan turn against him? If so, Hank would kill him.Jan and Samson descended the stairs from the gantry and crossed over to his chair. Jan leaned in closer, tears in her eyes, and whispered: "I love you, Hank, never forget that."Hank smelled alcohol on her. It began to grow and swell again, rising up to its full stature it was now ready for more. She placed the contract on the desk and motioned for Jesse to get up from between her long legs. Ms. Angel took a moment to admire Jesse. He was a big guy, nicely muscled and his shaved head made him appear intimidating. Something that could come in handy during the occasional tense negotiations that unfortunately still took place. She motioned for him to look over the contract. Jesse picked up the sheet. He was away the other week for a few days and I was home alone. I spent all day in the garden doing jobs and digging stuff over. My neighbour Sam was doing the same and I said hi a couple of times over the wall. He is an older man, about 58 and is divorced. He is fit for his age and fairly good looking. After a long day in the garden we were both admiring our work and started chatting about what we wanted to do next. We talked for a while and I offered him a drink. He said OK. We finished that.