"Sheriff there is no way that many bodies could all be in one place. My name is Thomas Reasoner and I don't want you to think I am calling you a liar,... but I worked for five years in Bosnia. Are you sure of the count?" Tom, I have more experience than you and take my word for it when I say there are over a hundred bodies in there. There are also fifteen blocks of C-4 stacked in one corner. I think I found all of them but tell your people to be careful. I have the detonators in this bag. Tom, why. I wanted to give there 'expert' something to find. I had no emails in my personal account. I moved to a bulletin board where I could post a message. The thread on the open forum was titled, 'Messages left in the sand box, ' There were about a hundred messages left there.We, the cops, didn't create the thread. We just co-opted it. Most of the messages meant nothing to us. The one that had been added since I had gone on that trip was. ET Call Home. Which was a very simple code for they were. She is my safe-word. She has 100% of my trust. So once she feels like i'm okay and I've agreed and given consent, it's "game on" until she wants it to stop.She straddled my lap, facing me and caressed my check softly. Just on the edge of tickling. And then without a word of warning gave me a playful slap.It was that same feeling i got in the car. Like i lost myself for a few moments."Are you okay?" she askedI couldn't form words, but i nodded my head "yes"."Did you like it?"I nodded again."I. “That’s a good idea,” Mike said pressing the call button.“Some of your cop friends have been by to see you,” Sonny said. Grinning, he added, “I told all of them that you and I are drinking buddies.”“God, kill me now,” Mike said.“Only one of them figured out that I was underage. He said he was your supervisor ... or was he the guy from internal affairs. I don’t remember,” Sonny said with a chuckle. “I think you’re going to have to do some explaining about that.”“I really hate you,” Mike.