“What’s wrong?”“I don’t know. I guess it’s been a long time since I smoked pot. I don’t remember ever feeling like this.”He chuckled. ...“Maybe you didn’t have pot laced with ecstasy before.”My heart stopped. “It had WHAT?!” I asked in disbelief.“You will feel good. You’ll like it.” he said coolly like he did it all the time.“Oh my God, Oh my God. Why did you do that?” I said.Suddenly I was very aware of police sirens getting closer and so was he. His eyes got real big and he quickly zipped up his. Kazuri picked up one of her guitars, a Parker Fly she'd worked an entire summer at a shit job to buy back when she was in college. She strapped it on and plugged into her 15-watt practice amp. She brought a microphone stand out of the closet next to the stereo and fitted it with a beat-up Shure SM58, which she plugged into a preamp connected to her stereo. Clearing the changer, she placed the CD she'd just burned in the tray, retracted the tray and pushed play. It began.The track kicked in with. ”The same quizzical look flashed across her eyes as I had seen in the doorman the night before as she replied, “OK” and crawled back in bed. I suddenly sat upright, totally awake. “Why did you just do that?” I asked.“Because you asked me.”“But you wanted to go running.”“Yes, but when you asked me I realized that it was really cold out, and I haven’t seen you much recently, so I decided to stay in bed.”Knowing her as I did, I knew that nothing would make her skip a run once she had decided to go. The two deputies conversed for a few minutes before the first deputy returned to his car to run a check on Sean’s information. The second deputy remained at the rear of Sean’s car, but had assumed a much more relaxed posture. Sean took the opportunity to check his text messages and to send a few of his own. Rick Acosta was keeping an ear open on the situation at the prison, but reported nothing that contradicted the scene Sean had painted with the evidence left behind. There was always the.