Doc pulled his cellular phone off his belt and opened. He dialed Tommy Jamieson one last time."Jamieson." Tommy! Where've you been? I've been trying t... reach you all night." Doc? What's up? Man the commish is hot on this Nirvana thing now. Just got out of a two hour tongue lashing." It's Mandy. She's found the honcho of the Nirvana ring. Its Jonny Jefferson." No way, man. That guy's connected and got lots of money. What's he doing running drugs?" I don't know Tommy. But he's holding Mandy's. ‘Honey, what’s wrong?’ she asked, concern in her voice as she studied my face. I couldn’t answer, and just looked away. Then the penny dropped, and she understood. She put down her cup and held her arms open to me. I went to her like a child went to her mother. She wrapped her arms around me, telling me it was okay, reassuring me as much as she could. She asked if I wanted to know what happened, but at that moment I felt too fragile to want to know the details. ‘Later,’ I said, glad to be in. If someone is printing this newsletter it isn’t anywhere it can be traced or found. There were no responses when I Googled the name of the company. The corporate name for the publisher can’t be found and the post office box for the payments is at the same post office as the other bogus companies. This is no small scam. They bill Mooney nearly two hundred thousand a year. It’s just one more expense that you assumed. I’ve e-mailed Connie to tell her about the company and not to transmit the bill. I’m just sort of… trying different things to see what fits me.’ She chuckled suggestively. ‘What a coincidence, so am I.’ She then sat up once again, turning to me with a playful grin. ‘I just remembered, I need someone to do my back. Would you be interested in doing it?’ ‘Very,’ I quickly replied as I propped myself up onto my knees. ‘Here you go, then,’ she said as she handed me the bottle of suntan lotion. She turned her back to me while I eagerly dabbed some lotion into my hand. She picked.