“Come over at Sunday evening and we´ll do it here” she told me “You sure about this?” I asked her “Yes, it the only way, think of the mon...ey, were desperate” It was a shit load of money, I said my goodbyes and went home to think about what we were going to do that Sunday night at our parents house. - “All right are you ready for this?”- my sister asked me, I must admit I was so nervous I didn’t think I was going to be able to do it, I knew we were consenting adults and everything and we had. I was older looking than my age but was 6'6" and about 180 pounds. The gentleman I was talking to was older, around 45 I think, about 6'2" and I forget his weight. As I soon found out he was well proportioned. After about two weeks of private chatting I finally agreed to meet him at his place. When I arrived I almost drove back to my apartment. The outside was pretty poorly kept but he opened the door and I guess I just got scared into staying which sounds weird. When I got inside I again. "What are you doing calling me on a Sunday?" Frank asked."Hello to you too Frank. Look I just saw the blotter report on Cynthia Robinson. Anything you can tell me about it?" That Mrs. Jonathan Robinson? I haven't even seen the write up on it yet. Hell I didn't know it happened until you just told me." Can you give me a call when you do?" You know I can't discuss an ongoing investigation with civilians." Frank waited for several seconds and added, "Of course you're not exactly a civilian; not. I tucked two hand towels and two wash cloths into the one I put around your waist. Now if you and the boy put your soaps in the cane pocket of his Light Saber holder, you will have your hands free. I heard him tapping as he came down here before. He won’t let you get tripped up. Just put your hand on his shoulder and follow him where he goes,” she told us.Out in the hall we were passing the pajama room when the girl said, “My room is all the way at the end of the hall. You came out of a room.