Ronald or as he preferred to be called Ron, sat on the edge of his bedand as usual he'd managed to force himself to get up and face theworld, he stret...ched a little in an attempt to alleviate some of theusual aches and pains that came with his age. Standing up he went overto the old oak dresser that his wife Marjorie had so loved, he pickedup a framed black and white photograph of them both in much happiertimes and kissed it."Oh just look at that head of hair," Ron said out loud as he looked. "Look, if I've been demoted or traded, just tell me. You don't need security here."LaCross glanced to the GM, who shrugged."Brock, you're not going anywhere," Morris said. "At least not unless someone makes us one hell of an offer. This is about something a little more important than baseball, I'm afraid."Brock glanced to all three faces in the room but none held an answer. It was Lu who spoke again."Mr. Miller," she began. "May I call you Brock?"Brock nodded."Brock, as you might know,. “Mike, this is Tyler” Kaylee introduced us “Thanks!” she said brightly to the clerk. He weakly waved his hand in our direction and slumped back to the counter, exhausted.“Come on Mike!” Chantelle exhorted as she led me through the door in the back.“You've got to see this! It's super cool!”“Yeah, we looked in here already!” added Kaylee. The two of them guided me to the second door on the left and pushed me inside. Before shutting the door Kaylee told me that there was s surprise waiting for. It was strange to carry only two grocery bags up the stairs to her apartment. Putting away her groceries was done in just seconds, so she was back at work following Jessica's trail in less than ten minutes of her arrival home.She looked through the recipe box to be sure there were no more clues hidden inside it. After she came up empty she mused that the person who searched her apartment must have been a man. For a woman the recipe box to be in the refrigerator would have been a glaring error..