“Six from this direction,” she said, pointing toward the southwest. “Five men and one woman or child came this way. A woman, I think. Four were ...quite large or heavily laden. The fifth man carried little and wore nicer boots. The woman is small and also wore expensive shoes.”“How could she know that?” Morane whispered.“The quality of boots is evident from the prints,” the soldier answered. “The depth they sank in the mud tells her how large or small they are. The size of the prints tells her if. I don’t do any business there. I have oil wells south of there, and north of there, but never in Panama. They will get another Noriega and try to nationalize them again, sure as shit.”There was some discussion, too low for Jake’s phone to pick up, and a new voice was heard.“Jack, I hope that’s okay to call you Jack, my name is William Sandoval. Bill, please. I am in shipping. Crude, containers, food, cars, whatever you got, I move it. And by shipping, I mean through the air, by rail or truck. All other rights withheld. personal copies for individual noncommercial use permitted. The name Volger's Syndrome is invented for the purposes of this story. The condition it describes however is real, but thankfully rare. This is the complete text. replace part 1 with this.The great shift:Voices in her head.by nanomage The set up was elaborate. The old house had high ceilings and large rooms, perfect for movie shoots. The owner, an old man in a wheelchair by the name of John Barret, rented the. "Sweetheart, you're wonderful. You're one hot little bitch!" "I try." We met only a few times. I eventually moved and, as I did so, asked myself if I was likely to see him again. I decided probably not, so I tossed most of the clothing out, but kept the shoes, which I liked, although I don’t know how women walk in them. Still, they felt okay when sitting or lying down, and I enjoyed looking up at them over someone’s shoulders. I didn’t see it as “purging” so much as not seeing the.