I knew that if I went home with less than a case I'd be in trouble. I quickly scanned the cooler to see if the stock boys had moved the Shotz to a dif...ferent location."Hey, Victoria," said a voice from behind me. I turned and looked into the face, if you could call it that, of Chester Crawdad. Chester and I had gone all the way through school together. Growing up he'd been the creepiest guy I knew. For the past two or three weeks Chester had been very nice to me. On one hand, I liked to think. ’ ‘Get your hands off that soldier, sergeant.’ The Major’s voice exploded in muted fury. ‘You have no business touching her.’ Sergeant Mendez, the stickler for military bearing and following military courtesies, lounged against my desk and gave the Major a malignant look. I shrank deeper into my chair. ‘Isn’t that what you should be telling yourself, major?’ The Major turned purple with rage, a vein on his head stood out. ‘You’re treading a thin line, sergeant. You had better watch yourself.’. On the back it said "The Few, The Proud, The Marines."The FBI had sent two agents. They had pulled them off the Russian Embassy Retreat surveillance duty near C-ville. The State police had several detectives. The Governors task force was represented by Jenny and her dad Jason. The county Sheriff had one detective. The wrecked trucks were just as they were when I was taken to the hospital. The place the bodies had fallen was outlined in white chalk.It took all of ten minutes, there were few. The flame enlarged and Jason saw a room within the flame beginning to form. There was some kind of being present within the room, but even with his sensitive Cockroach eyes there was too little light to see what it was.The being appeared to arouse itself and Jason could feel words beginning to form in his mind.“Who disturbs me in my rest? I have much work to do and I need my time of rest, let me look at you.” Said the being in a feminine sounding voice while looking directly at Jason. He could.