"We need to pay Mitch Conroe a house call," Liv said through clenched teeth. "And we need to figure out where the rest of those guys are. I don't want...them trying to finish us off." Wasn't Mitch your dad's buddy? What's he got to do with all of this?" That's who answered the red phone," Liv replied angrily. "I don't know what he has to do with this whole thing, but he's involved somehow. That phone only dials one number and it was his. Time to go pay a visit to an old family friend ... and. The word sounded hollow in his ears. "Cancer? How can I have cancer? I eat right, exercise, do everything you've told me to doc. How can I have cancer?" asked John. "Cancer doesn't play fair John, but you do have stage 4 pancreatic cancer" Dr. Richards pulled x-rays out of a sleeve to point the hotspots out to John. His words fell into an empty pit that John was already at the bottom of. John's thoughts were of Lita, his wife of seven years. She was in the Wintered Under program in Antarctica.. The cool air feels so welcoming. I look around and fumble through the bottles: Whisky, Vodka, Bailey’s Irish Cream, and Wine. I like the idea of a smooth milkshake topped with Bailey’s. Yes. Perfect. I sip from the bottle and the liquid dances in my mouth filling me with insatiable desire. I pull out some French Vanilla ice cream, scoop it into the blender and pour the Bailey’s on top, smooth, sensual and calming. I take a spoon and taste the mixture. It’s so palatable, but it’s too thick for. He hit the latch and the door opened. With several grunts he was out onto the street and the woman over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.The man with the stun gun moved to the back of the bus, closed the door and yelled to his partner to drive.Greg watched the bus drive off. He grunted as he shifted the woman on his shoulder a bit then started walking that way he knew that bus had come from, hoping to find his partner and make sure he was all right."Where the Hell is that Bus going?" Mike.