Did I mention I'm a P.I.? That's how I fit into all this mess. Yeah, Iknow, you came here looking for the next chapter in the saga of Dan andJimmy and...maybe even Ryan. Well, that's sorta how I got involved in thiswhole mess, and those of us who are still around figured that the bestway to tell the next part of the story was to pick it up from my point ofview. At least for now. Sorry if that's confusing.It was a slow Thursday; I was outside my dinky office building grabbing asmoke. A. "Beside him stood a handsome young man. He held forth his hand. "Hi, I'm Will."Derek gaped.Will Streuger wore his hair long and loose, and it tumbled in curlicues and waves. His eyes were an intense blue and his smile was known to make girls melt. He was a shoo-in for any number of titles in the graduating class—student of the year, Valedictorian, Most Likely To Appear on the Cover of Some Popular Magazine—and yet there was nothing pretentious in his gaze. He was attractive, almost unbearably. Well, I'll be! I did manage to sleep that night -- at least a little. I woke early in the morning, and she was still there, lying on top of me, her head resting snuggled up next to mine, sleeping soundly. My lungs were sore from straining to breathe under the weight of her body on mine, but the feeling was so good that I wouldn't have changed a thing. She can sleep on top of me any time she wants!I rubbed her back and she leaned up and looked at me."Good morning," I said." Good morning," she. Sure enough when you have large cases there are times when you think you have certain things taken care of then they being to unravel. Late Friday afternoon the case we were working on took a sudden left turn which meant working all day Saturday. Bobby and Britney were supposed to go to six flags for the day giving me enough time at the office to put the case back together. Unfortunately for Britney she twisted her ankle sliding into home while playing softball during gym class at school. Now.