I can remember the look on her face as we both exited the john, me zipping up and Greg putting his teeth back in. She had a look of total horror as sh... realized what must have taken place. Didn't tell on us though. Greg was black-mailing me because he knew I liked to sneak out of the program most nights to visit my girlfriend. Had to pay the piper, or at least give the piper a flute to play every now and again.Greg was one of those angry bitter people you meet in life sometimes. The glass was. I had no idea what was going on with my body, but it was doing whatever it wanted.When I awoke that evening, I saw Liam sitting in the one upholstered chair in the room. He was just staring at me. "Hey there you," I said."Hey there yourself," he said."What you been up to today," I asked."Talking to your two friends in the hospital. They won't give up the name of who hired them." he admitted."Well then we will have to think of something else." I said."No getting the name from them is the best we. This time, I was provided a horse. I was a member of a six-man guard unit protecting 20 wagons. This was a great job, because I actually got paid a living wage. On top of that, food was included as part of the package. Most of the manifest was manufactured goods, everything from guns to plows, so the loads were heavy and the motive power was oxen. We didn't make very good time, but we did get to Cleveland before bad weather set in. There were no incidents along the way to Cleveland, probably. "Your friend's name, please!" Bramwell," he replied. "Noah Bramwell." Okay," I said, jotting it down. "And your wife's name and address?" Why do you need THOSE?" In case she TOO received a ransom note," I said.He paled and gave me the required information in a quavering voice. "Gladys Dashiell," he said. "Soaring Eagle Trailer Park, Space 18." Thank you," I said, making a note of that also. "And the amount of the check that was stolen along with your dog?" The...er...purse...was Two Hundred.