”“My name is Betsy. Thank you, Mr. Morgan. You’re my angel tonight. I’m not sure where I’m headed, but am so happy you picked me up. Thank y...u from the bottom of my heart.”“Mr. Morgan is too formal. Please call me Joe.”Betsy giggled and smiled at me. She seemed much happier after I told her she could come with me. All the worry from her face disappeared. I’m sure she was relieved that she wouldn’t need to walk the interstate tonight. However, I was pretty sure she’d have gotten picked up fairly. The Bank want all sorts of ID for a measly little bank transfer," he ranted as he crossed the small private office to his desk and threw it open."Do you need my signature," Joseph asked and Paul looked up."No, just every form of fuckin' ID I have. Just so I can send some money to the Caribbean." Caribbean?" Joseph asked and Paul stammered."Fuckin' game companies. Everything's offshore for tax dodging ain't it." He slammed his drawer shut holding a handful of papers and strode out of the office.. "Thank God someone heard me! Please dig me out of here!" He walked up close to me and kneeled in the sand right in front of me, like, his crotch was right in my face. He looked down at me and said, "I'll let you out. But you got to do something for me if you want me to do something for you." Oh God. It didn't take a genius to know what this bastard wanted. "Please!" I begged. "I'm trapped here. It's your duty to help someone in distress. You can't rape me! Please!" "Oh. The silent alarm went off at 3:45 so we can assume they entered in just before that. They've tried to destroy all of the security cameras but seemed to have missed one. From what we can tell, these guys are pros. Outfitted in paramilitary gear and armed to the teeth.” informed Captain Ruiz. “Any clue as to who they are?” I asked just as Daniel–our tech guy-came bumbling up.“Captain, I have a possible hit on of our bank robbers. We have a partial face recognition for one Jeffery McDonald. He.