There were 12 wine coolers. A sixer of cider. Some Fireball, and a bunch of airplane bottles of yager, jose cuervo, sky vodka, and crown royal. He ...as telling us about what went with what mixer and what you were supposed to drink straight. He was nice enough. That wasn’t the problem, but I felt a little sketched out by him. Why did he want to hang out with us? So I tried a hint. “Thanks so much for helping us out. Hope you enjoy what you got for yourself.” I said. “Okay, okay, I can. ‘An anonymous source of information,’ the caller replied. ‘Okay, what do you want?’ ‘I have information that may have a bearing on the Gonzales case.’ ‘Well then let’s make an appointment to meet here in my office,’ Julie replied, calling up the calendar on her laptop. ‘I’m in court tomorrow but I have some free time Wednesday morning.’ ‘What I have can’t wait. I’m only in town for today. And it’s imperative that we meet outside your office.’ ‘I don’t do clandestine meetings with people I don’t. "She said, "OK, I'm Marisa, just call me if you need some assistance."I admired her legs as she walked towards the back of the store. I came for some specialty shampoo for my critters, and I found the bottles on a shelf behind the table where Marisa was working. She was cleaning some glass panels, I assumed out of a cage or aquarium. I didn't look at what she was working on.I knelt down behind her to look at the 30 or so different bottles on the bottom shelf. The shelving was a glass style with. Luna started to turn round to see what had made the noise. Ron acted quickly. ‘STUPEFY!’ he shouted in the cold night air. A jet of red light erupted from the tip of his wand and hit Luna square in the back. She slumped straight to the ground, unconscious. Ron panted, the thrill of what he just did, replacing the anger in him. He quickly ran from his hiding place, grabbed Luna by her long, blonde hair and dragged her limp body back towards the privacy of the bushes. Ron hurriedly removed his.