..”I just looked at him and he reddened and finally moved to another chair and sat, “what do you know of the drug lords of Dover?”I shifted and ...glanced at the girl, “cruel and extremely psychotic. Besides the drugs they are said to be cannibals and into black market human organ sales.”He nodded, “as far as we know that is true. They are also expanding into other rackets like protection and fencing stolen property.”He kept looking at me but I did not speak. He sighed, “you are known as Greg?”I. I admired the luscious curve of her bum, treating myself to the outline of her panties through the fabric of her short skirt. Instantly I was transported back to my youth, when my best mate and I used to hang out in he city, playing 'pants/no pants', a game where we would check out the passing parade of beautiful women, trying to determine the style of underwear they had on. Sally set my beer down noisily on the bar tray in front of me, breaking my daydream. I hadn't been to the golf club for. As usual, 'the source's' information came in disjointed words and ideas. They needed interpretation. Melody broke it down to four groups- Information about the new source: He's a former Chief in the navy. He has no body (or perhaps it was 'nobody') but he has a body. He is Hispanic. He's dead but alive. He can talk to computers. The computer talks back to him.- Information about potential terrorists: Two Mets will try to kill thousands. Memorial Day. The Mets are not having pork for their meals. S own eyes with a dominant gaze that moved A. into complete submission. For A. was now lying down at the slab of stone where his dominant arm was slowly slit with blood that dripped slowly into a glass ere half full. The other half of the glass was filled with Calphons blood that dripped from his own dominant arm, which he had slit by himself. With the glass now mixed with the blood of A. and Calphon, A. must now drink half the glass, and Calphon the other. It was a ritual remarked in silence,.