OK Billie, take off the collar and get back to the hotel,. Then come talk to me in room 512. There are no team members on that floor so no one will se... you, OK?”He just stood there like a Deer in the headlights.“Billie, don’t make me threaten you, go to the hotel now!”He blinked a couple times and nodded his head.As long as you come see me I wont fink on you. He’s back to the deer in headlights expression.“Billie I need you to say you will come see me as soon as you get back and you. Should have killed me, but now it's healed, how long?"A cloud came over Sims' eyes; he knew that she should be dead, at the very least in ICU for a few weeks recovering from the wound. He took a deep breath."Four hours, you were wounded four hours ago"His voice was calm, soft, it helped take the edge off what she knew to be impossible, made it believable."Four hours." She said in a hoarse voice.Sims stood and poured water from a pitcher by the table into a glass and handed it to her.She took it. I had called him a liar many times before, only to be proven wrong."I believe you, Dennis - I really do. Unfortunately, that doesn't explain Dr. Ramsey."Dennis frowned. "Linda, I'm not questioning your abilities, but are you sure about all this?" I'm very sure." A thought crossed my mind. "Dennis, what about Dr. Jensen. Is it possible she's alive?" No," he replied. "I had to id the body. She died of internal injuries, so her face was virtually untouched. Trust me, it was her." Supposing that. .." Shut up and listen! Do you think I'm stupid. I've been following both of you since your girl friend paid me a visit." So?" bluffed Kim."So, maybe the Sheriff needs to pull down the shades completely." What are you talking about." Look in your mailbox."The line went dead.Kim, stunned, walked down to the lobby and opened her box. Among the circulars was an unmarked envelope. Returning to her room, the beautiful Lakota Indian with a now troubled expression on her face opened the envelope.Kim's.