.. I messaged.No need to throw anything else overboard except maybe Jerrod ... came the reply.We are going to take a chance on Jerrod. We keep the FBI...off his trail and he won't flip. Speaking of taking a chance, how about the two pretty boys? ... I asked.Believe it or not they made it ... Trust me there was lots of discussion about them, but in the end we decided that they were your problem. One way or anther they are never going to be found, so they will be part of the mystery ... the. I figured it was about 50 pounds, maybe a bit more. After all that time with the two backpacks I knew 50 pounds pretty well.Or maybe it was 25 kilos. The people here didn’t have any sort of standardized measures so I could call it ‘three quatloos’ if I wanted. It didn’t matter what the actual weight was. All that mattered was that we pick a stone and say “That’s it.” and collect other stones the same weight. The catapult would cycle with a heavier load, but it didn’t move fast enough to get any. ‘I hope you don’t mind that I’m a bit early,’ he said. Fran smiled. ‘Hi, Brian,’ she said. ‘I’m not at all upset. I finished early, too. I was just about to call you.’ ‘You know, my dear!’ Brian said, ‘You look fabulous in that outfit!’ Fran felt herself blushing. Her dress was loose-fitting and made of natural cotton. It had short sleeves and elastic at the neck and waist. She had a red cotton sash tied around her waist and a string of brown clay beads around her neck. The loose dress. My old and now definitely ex-boyfriend’s name was Scott. He was the loser boyfriend, you know, the one who was supposed to be regularly servicing my bloody car over the last six years? He was a cheating womanizer and a liar. My mother really liked him, liked him more than she liked me, I think.”“Surely not.”“Anyway, he was a bit of a dish, actually, and everyone liked him, including my Mum.”“Good job that I don’t have to pretend to be him, then, isn’t it?” he laughed heartily, “Not Hot Scott,.