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I am not a present fan of super natural, the show took a turn that disinterested me. This is not placed in the SN world but one very close to it. I have been writing it for a few years off and on. The dates are mostly for me to keep the time line straight in my head, but as I gave this the final once over I realized that they might help the reader as well. Let me know what you think- good or bad. I need the help. Hope you enjoy Almost Super Natural July 14th, 2014, Monday around 1930 CMT "How are we doing this evening, Molly?" Doctor Lorenz asked just a moment after he sat down in his leather chair at his relatively clean and well organized desk. His office was lined with shelves and books, a wooden desk dominated the back third of his office along with a large leather chair and a small desk under the window behind him that held his closed lap top and a printer. "Very good," she said with a smile. "You've had a good day?" She took a breath with a sweet smile- "good, creative- did a lot of drawing, and painting. Played word games with Emily. "How was your day?" He looked her over in her hospital clothes- scrub style pants, tank top with a scrub like shirt over that, she obviously required a bra but none were available to patients. She was five four and a hundred ten pounds, wavy shoulder length brown hair, gray green eyes, large fake breasts, a pretty face, and looked her age at twenty-two. "Well enough, thank you for asking," he answered watching her carefully. "When can I go home?" she asked him with a little tear in her eyes. "Home to whom?" "My Mom and Dad and my brother," she answered looking fearful. "And their names are-?" he let the question hang. Doctor Lorenz was the a little over weight about the belly from an improper diet and thin everywhere else, balding gray hair, crystal blue eyes behind reading glasses he occasionally removed to chew on, and he was just a few inches taller than her. He was old enough to be her father and looked ten years older than that. His suit was tired after a long day, the coat hung on the back of his chair. "Chase is my brother, my Dad is Dale, and my Mom is Gloria," she answered, "and I understand why you ask, I was just seeking attention." "Attention-?" "Ya, I have always been an attention seeker, that was why I created so much drama at home, and why I ran away, and why I started stripping- it created attention." There was no doubt that he believed her on that. "And now you want to go home?" What she gave was a curt nod- "yes, I hurt only my reputation, I am not a danger of hurting myself or anyone else, I just want to go home and make things right with my family. I was not the violent one during the thing that happened at the club, I ran from that man." He wondered if she were listening to herself, she sounded more of the stereotypical blonde than a brunette, and the claim of innocence at the club was not completely accurate, but she was not being held for anything related to it. "You would be willing to seek counseling?" She gave a little nod than wiped her cheek with her hand- "my parents and I... we need it I think, and I would like to have your opinion on who we should see." "I will compose a list for the future," he said with a smile. "About your family, could you tell me what college your brother attends?" "High school- he's in high school," she said looking very sweet. "And your father- what does he do?" She stared at him a moment than rocked her head back- "shit, I fucked up or my information was bad- Chase is the Dad, he teaches at a high school and Dale is the son and he goes to the University of-?" "Dale goes to University of South Dakota, and Chase teaches at West High School- you did very well, I almost believed you. So who are you?" he asked fiddling with his pen. "Who do you think?" she asked with a flat monotone to her voice with an undertone of contempt, he surmised by her posture that the contempt was anger based at herself for messing up. "Why don't you tell me," Doctor Lorenz said to her. "Jake," she said seemingly suppressing that emotional distain for the benefit of convincing him to let her go, "as I have been for a little over six week, now I am asking you to let me go," but she was not asking, she was telling him to let her go. "You know I can't do that," he told her. "A phone call than?" she asked than added "please." He removed his glasses and fiddled with them- "I cannot allow that, I need to talk to you, and I would like to talk to Molly." "Molly ante home anymore, she's long sense dead," she told him, "killed when the man she was giving a lap dance to shot himself in the head." "And that was Molly in his body?" "Simple to do, take a revolver and cock it, hold the hammer, pull the trigger, and switch bodies, the new occupant has no clue they need to hold the hammer back and the gun goes off, brains splattered, dead," she stated, "Molly had no idea." "And you had no part in this-?" "That doesn't even justify an answer," she told him sarcastically. "So you can switch bodies like this creature?" She gave him a sharp look than blinked and shook her head a little- "would I be here if I could? Come on, Doc. I would have switched with you than gone off and found some young football player to live out the life of." "You said it was easy-" "I did, but I thought you were following the conversation," she told him. "Are you telling me that I have to explain everything I say or can you be a mature and intelligent person and figure out parts of this conversation on your own?" "Which parts?" She took a breath almost like she was trying to calm down, but it was not calm she got- "God dammit why the fuck can't you- you know what I will tell you everything if you give me one phone call," she told him. "Everything?" he asked looking surprised at that. "Ask questions and I answer them you get enough answers I get my phone call," she answered. "Okay, you claim that you are Jacob Morgan, please tell me more," he said putting his glasses back on as he leaned in to take advantage of his note pad. "I get the phone call?" she asked in a much calmer tone. He gave her a look of doubt- "we'll see how this goes, if not today than tomorrow, perhaps," he told her. She knew he was the type to withhold that phone call just because he could, she also knew that if she could be convincing enough he would let her have the call. "Listen thumper I had my body stolen from me," she told him. "I went a little nuts when I lost my nuts six weeks ago, ended up in here, I would like to make one phone call." "Where did you get your information about her- if you are not her?" She gave him a little smile than said- "after the call." "To make any kind of progress you are going to have to make a leap of faith," he told her. "Look who is talking," she said to him. "Fair enough- okay." She leaned back in her chair and watched him as she took another breath- "I am not Molly Stewart, I am Jacob Morgan Shaw, my parents hunted vampires, werewolves, warlocks, trolls, witches, and other shit that would scare the fuck out of you, they did this almost my whole life. "My Mom was killed by a troll in Idaho ten years ago- we cremated her so- sorry to say there is no evidence of her death. "My father died last year when a warlock cast a spell on him that changed his blood to acid. Sense than I have been working as a handyman at a hotel and a gas station attendant in Mitchell, South Dakota. I'll give you the number and my bosses name if you are interested?" "What is your middle name?" "Morgan," she answered, "last name is Shaw." "Name I was using there was James Alistair," she told him. He leaned forward a little to scribble something on a legal pad on his desk- "Molly's middle name?" She shook her head and shrugged- "no clue." "If you are not Molly where did you get her name from?" "You and the police, and a couple interns around here," she replied with a slight nod of the head. He smiled at her a little- "and her families names?" "Tooth fairy brought them to me," she snapped off with a small grin that he found very stimulating in an uncomfortable and unprofessional kind of way. "Tell me the name of your best friend when you were a kid?" "Moved around to much to have many friends, but we lived in Phoenix for a couple years while my Dad recovered from some serious injuries- Peter Warden was his name, best friend I had. He had a dog named.... Joker- Pit Bull Shepherd mix," she told him, obviously she was thinking about it, but she was not giving off any of the obvious lying tells, of course she had not done that in any of their other discussions; she was an incredibly good liar. She narrowed her eyes at him- "a smart man would look Peter Warden up and call him. Ask him if he had a friend seven years ago that was named- Alex Morris." "I thought you said-" "We lived off the grid, using stolen IDs," she told him, watching his eyes. "Tell him- Alex left him a box of Playboys, and accidentally his Grand Father's Silver Star. I went back and got the Silver Star from him three years ago." The one serious act of violence that she had performed was impressive, he wanted to ask about that but was not sure how to sag way into it yet, because to bring it up would put the hospital under the scope again. "Did Jacob have any injuries?" "More than a few- an injury we shared was dislocated shoulders," she told him. "You've had a dislocated shoulder?" "Both at one time or another," she admitted, "did not know how much residual pain there was in them until I got into Molly's body though." "How did you do that?" "Dislocate my shoulders?" she asked. She was much calmer, much kinder, he knew she was in intelligence gathering mode with him, but presently she was giving up a lot of information. "Fighting- first time I was thrown out a second story window by a Goblin," she stated, than scratched the side of her breast without subtly or concern for how he would see the action. "After that my left shoulder was dislocated by a possessed man in Mexico. He broke my clavicle too- that was a bitch to recover from." He consulted another file- "which clavicle?" he asked looking over a paper. "Left," she said looking at the file, memorizing the outside of it, there was a picture in it, paper clipped to a page she had missed. He closed the file and made a notation on the legal pad. "You travel- you know any foreign languages?" "Latin, Spanish- three dialects, French, a little Hebrew, and Klingon," she admitted putting her elbows on the arms of the chair, her fingers interlaced. "Klingon?" She made sounds that might have been a language- "useful for talking when you have people around that you might not want to follow the conversation- not very useful around Trekkies though." "And with regards to French," he said in English than switched to French "than you know what I am saying?" "Yes, I do, your French sounds terrible, where did you learn it? College?" she asked in near perfect French. He smiled at her as he got up and picked up a book off the shelf nearest to him. He opened the book to a marked page- "read the highlighted passage in the second paragraph." She read the medical text to him in Latin perfectly. "Translate it, please." She smiled and translated it to Spanish. He picked up the file from just a moment ago and skimmed through it. "Let me guess, Molly speaks no foreign languages," she stated, knowing the answer from his body language. He considered it and took the book from her. "How old are you?" "Old enough to serve my country and old enough to buy a beer in it," she replied. "And old enough to work in a strip club, want to tell me about that?" "Told you already," she replied, "now how about that phone call?" He went to his bookshelf and replaced the book than sat back in his chair. A moment of hesitation- "whom are you going to call?" "My Uncle Tom," she told him, "he will come and we will talk and you can listen to us and maybe he will convince you that I am who I say I am." "First tell me about the stripping," he said chewing on the arm of his glasses. "Why Molly stripped or why I go to see them?" "Either- both, doesn't matter," he told her. She considered him a moment- "Molly was stripping in Sioux Falls- we're still in Sioux Falls?" she asked, he nodded and she continued, "why I do not know- money, attention, a sense of control, Daddy didn't love her enough or to much, or maybe she felt superior controlling the men around her, but my number one guess is the money." There was a little hesitation than he nodded his understanding. "My primary reason to go to a strip club is the women and I like to have a drink once in a while. "The reason I went this time is that I heard of a few deaths in the area- suicides. They spiked my interest and I went to talk to a few people. Found a stripper that was at the last suicide- girl lacked any interest or concern for the death of the man that had shot himself in the room with her. I expressed my concern for her well being and she switched bodies with me." There was more to it than that, but she was not telling him that part. "That was the fight where one Ken Portmen stabbed a police officer?" "I would imagine that is the same one," she said looking down her shirt collar than scratching the same spot on the side of her breast again. "And the same one where he took a half dozen shots at me," she told him, "ya." "You ran?" "He who runs away lives to fight another day," she told him, "the situation had become untenable; I had lost, plain and simple." "Who is Ken Portmen?" She took a breath- "few years back I was arrested I had been using the name Ken Portmen, the police have that name connected to my prints. Did a few months in jail for that charge." "So that was your body?" he asked with the glasses going back to his face. She gave a little nod, her lips scrunched- "six weeks, with the way that thing was going through bodies I would imagine my body is dead by now," she stated "but I had hope." He made a few notes. "Tell me about Ken- physical appearance," he asked, almost like he knew something. "Five eleven, short brown hair, brown eyes, runner's body- condition- I run six miles a day," she said, "use to anyways. Scars- many- stab wound to the left shoulder, another to the right belly- how I lost my appendix, claws marks on both my thighs- three lines on my right leg and four on my left, gunshot wound to my right bicep, lost my left ear lobe in a knife fight, and I have a number of tattoos- mostly protection runes," she told him obviously thinking about it "and two dates on my right forearm." "And those are?" "You tell me," she demanded of him. They sat silently staring at each other for a moment than he said- "Alright." She nodded a thank you and began telling him the phone number to call. Thirty seconds later the speaker on his phone was making ringing sounds, on the fifth one a man answered- "Tom- speak." "Uncle Tom, its Jake, I have a situation here, and I need help," she said watching the Doctor. "You don't sound like Jake, who are you?" "Stripper named Molly Stewart, I need your help Tom- it's a bullshit thing, but I need your help," she told him, watching the Doctor's eyes. "Tom, I am Doctor Albert Lorenz, I am treating Jake. Can I ask you where you are?" "South Dakota," he replied sounding even and calm. "Could I bother you to come to Stones Cross Mental Hospital in Sioux Falls?" "Sure, but first- a camel tickles your ear what do you do, kid?" "Pray that is all he does, be easy, fly softly, Tom," she told him. "It's just before eight, I'll be there about.... noon tomorrow, have food there," Tom stated than hung up. "Sessions over, Doc, you have a lot to check out, and I want to get some rest," she told him than stood. "If you could tell me one thing about what you expect tomorrow, what would it be?" She looked at him, thinking for only a second- "I would get him a beef sandwich on wheat, American cheese, and an ice cold coke in a sealed container. Now I would like to go back to my room." * July 14th, 2014, Monday around 2010 CMT She rubbed her wrists for a moment than went to the window. She waited a minute than stepped onto the bed and jumped, catching the windowsill than pulled herself up so that she could sit on it. After that first week, or was it the second, they had given her a room with bed, it was nicer than a padded floor and a strait jacket. Out in the street across the parking lot she looked for a non- descript van, but did not see it. "Go for food?" she pondered, "have food there, he said- he's hungry. Noon tomorrow- twelve minutes? Or twelve midnight? It's before eight- so soon, no. How long did he pause? A single, give me a second, be there soon, before twelve. "Hope he had better luck with my code than I did his," she muttered. She watched the last of the fading light from the sun, wondering how cold it was outside, thinking about the flimsy clothes she wore and had been wearing for a month and a half. She got a fresh set every day, showered every week for sure but usually it was every two days. After just a couple minutes her but was hurting from sitting on the windowsill, and she was feeling like she had been abandoned when a man- just thirty years old repealed down from the roof above. He locked off his rope than signaled to her and she nodded- "Go easy, bullshit," she told the window. He nodded than pulled out a note pad and placed it to the glass. She took a moment to read it than nodded to him- "me out first," she told him pointing to herself than holding up one finger. He agreed and tied strings around eight of the bars on her windows than wrapped a little bit of white cord about the bars in two spots each. Once he was done he wrapped cloth around the white cord than he moved to the side and the bars sizzled than fell away caught by the string that he had tied to them. After that he began cutting the caulking from the edge of the glass. After just a few minutes she pushed on the glass and he caught it than pushed it back through to her. She took the glass and tossed it on the bed beneath her so that it would not break. It was chilly outside, nothing that was to cold, but it was not something she wanted to wear light clothes in for to long. Her partner was in blue jeans, work boots, and a dark short sleeved hoodie. At his thigh was a pistol, the other a wicked looking silver knife, and an assortment of gadgets and gear. He wore thin leather gloves covered by another pair of thicker fingerless work gloves. "So... why didn't we do this last week?" he asked handing her the end of his rope. "Because I wanted to know if he knew where I am," she lied than told him the truth, "and this was the first time he meet near dusk." "And does he?" he asked looking her over. "I think so," she answered, "he seemed aware of scares and tattoos." He was pretty sure she knew what had happened to Jake's body. He hooked up his ascender and began to climb. She looked down into the room than outside. When he was over the edge of the roof he took a moment to lower it back down with a pair of ascenders tied to it. She checked them than swung out and through the hole than pulled herself up and got her feet into the stirrups and began climbing. She struggled a little to get over the edge, so he grabbed her and pulled her up over the edge with ease. "Thanks," she muttered than put the acsenders into the bag at his feet. She started counting steps down the roofline. "How are you doing?" he asked as he picked up the last of the gear he watched her walk away. "Crazy," she replied glancing back at him. "Did you bring me any clothes?" she asked focusing on counting more than anything. "Ya, but let's get-" he hurried to catch up to her "to his office first." She agreed. A few steps further on she turned left counting out more steps than turned right and went twice as far as the other two step offs. When they got to the end she went to the turn in the building and stepped off a couple dozen steps and came very close to where she was when she stopped. "It's here, right below us," she told him. He tossed her a small backpack. "Nice rack by the way," he told her. "One of us needs to practice our Morris Code- the information you gave me was off or I remembered it wrong," she told him with a nasty look due to his comment. "In the past," he said than added as she stripped off her tops- "we can practice Morris Code later." She let him watch as she pulled on a Tee shirt that said- Awesome across the chest in big bold letters. She stripped off her pants and cotton panties than pulled out a pair of panties- she looked at them than held them up in question- "what the fuck?" He gave her a smile. "All I could find," he claimed. She glared at him than pulled them on, they barely had any kind of waist strap on them and very little rear and a black lace front. From the bag she took a pair of jeans. She skinned into them, finding them almost perfect if not a little loose. Sitting on the roof she pulled on a pair of socks and a pair of high top running shoes that were a perfect fit. "How the hell did you get my feet right and everything else wrong?" "Her station at the strip club, there was a pair of shoes," he told her, "and the jeans were her's too." Behind schedule he hurried to tie the rope off than went over the side. She got up, and went to the bag he had left on the roof, from it she took a belt with a holster and a pistol, knife, flash light, a small pouch of shurikens and a can of what looked like pepper spray, she sniffed at the can and found it to smell of garlic. A thin pair of leather gloves on her hands. The last thing she took from the bag was a shotgun, she checked the chamber than slung it and the bag and went over the side. He was already inside searching Doctor Lorenz's office. He had a number of files out of the formerly locked cabinet. "You know you could have ended up in far worse," he told her. "Shut up," she told him as she began searching as well. "Seriously- you could be in a fat, sixty year old woman that is dying of cervical cancer, or something like that," he told her without looking at her. "Don't push it, Tom," she said in a mocking tone. He gave her a little smile continuing his search. "What was that the whole eight, I'll be there about noon tomorrow, have food ready, thing?" "Oh, I was checking my watch and letting you know I would be here before noon and that I would be hungry-" "I have a shotgun loaded with rock salt," she told him. "Before eight- letting you know it was eight o'clock, noon was midnight, and food- was just to break it up," he told her still searching. After a little while they had three files and he was going through the doctor's computer. She went through one marked Steward, M.A.. "Molly Ann Steward," she told him as she went through the papers "twenty two years old," she said absent-mindedly. "Same age," he stated. "I was hoping to be younger," she told him flipping through two more pages to a news clipping. "Ahh shit," she muttered leaning back in the Doctor's chair. He looked at her with a sad expression- "sorry," he told her. "I expected it," she said wiping her face than running her hands through her hair, "about the only thing I can do now is get a different, more manly body than off this son of a bitch." "We don't even know what it is," he told her. "Research- did you find my files in there?" "Did not know what name, or where you were," he stated. "We can swing by and see if it's being held," thought she doubted it. He agreed looking her over than went back to his searching. "You want me to take care of the computer?" "No, I am," he hooked up a small portable drive "going to do this," he typed and worked through something "okay, what names did you tell him?" She went through the list. "Okay virus is set, should kill everything with those names in it, hopefully he logs into all the same systems he had logged into. Only a couple days 'til it's spotted and killed." She pushed the files into her bag. "Missing his legal pad," she stated to him. He set the computer aside and picked up the pad and tossed it to her- "that it?" After flipping through the pages she nodded- "hope that is it," she said than went out the window. * July 14th, 2014, Monday around 2145 CMT The van was a very non descript cargo van with the appearance of to many miles on it. Tom kept the cruising speed at just two miles over the limit. "Okay, so where to?" "Food, hair dye, and clothes," she said from the back of the van. He nodded and took the next exit. "Stay down and in the back," he told her. "Thank you, Captain Obvious," she told him from the bed, "cause you know I have never been on the run before," she did not try to hide the smart ass to her tone. The van had a bed on the left side of the van from the back doors forward to the cabinets that were just behind the driver's seat. On the right side was a sliding door and a couple of cases under a closed rack, a small cabinet clearly made for keeping clothes hung up was near the back doors. Within a few minutes they pulled into a burger place, he ordered food for three with no drinks. He pulled out of the parking lot and went down two blocks to another parking lot where they divided up the food, fished water bottles out of a cooler from between the front seats, and ate. "So where are we headed?" "Research, we need to find the pattern again," she told him as she stuffed three fries into her mouth. "Hospital food for the last six weeks, this stuff tastes like Momma's home cookin'," she almost laughed and he smiled at her. Obviously, he knew her mother's cooking. "What about you?" he asked with a nod towards her. "Two choices the way I see it- keep going or put a bullet in my head," she stated than took a drink of her water. "Six weeks in a nut house helped?" She nodded- "group therapy was exactly what I needed, see the crazy people," she snickered at a thought. "Those people were nuts." "Glad you are not one of them," he said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes at him. "Let's find a hotel with free wifi," she told him. "Disguise?" he asked. "Bleach my hair blonde, I guess," she told him, "glasses, different clothes, all that should be enough." He nodded in agreement than dropped the remains of his food into one of the bags and hit the road. "You catch a nap while I get some shopping done." "What hotel? I can try to get your research," he stated. She told him and what name she was registered under. * July 14th, 2014, Monday around 2345 CMT Tom gave her a little shake- "Jake," he said, "got a hotel, come on. I got everything, now it's time for you to wake up." She did not move. He looked at her breasts than her and gave her another shake, watching her breasts move with the shaking. A little smile crossed his lips. Slowly he touched one of her breasts, feeling it through the tee shirt, finding it was big and firm. He rubbed her nipple until it stood up erect, and he too had an erection. She gave a little moan- fearing she would wake he let her go. "Jake- come on buddy, been here an hour, let you sleep so I could do some research and get our shit inside, come on, evil spirits to catch," he shook her again watching her breasts move under her shirt. "Okay, okay- I hear you," she muttered reaching up she felt her face, than pulled her hands back and looked at them. "Still her," he said jumping out of the back of the van for the open hotel room, door just a few feet away. She rolled over and grabbed her shoes than looked at her breasts than after Tom- "hay, did you-?" "What-?" he asked looking innocent. "Nothing, just- weird dream," she stated than followed him inside. She looked at the two beds in the room than at her partner, and rolled her eyes when he smiled. "No rooms with connecting doors," he stated offering her a plastic bag with a brush, comb, scissors, a couple bottles of shampoo or something like it, and a box of hair dye inside. She did not stop she just continued on her path to the bathroom. "Bag of clothes on the back of the door, wasn't sure of your sizes so..." Tom told her. "Thanks," she muttered going through the door. At the sink she stopped and looked at herself, staring at the woman that was staring at her. "Well at least you are pretty," she said than turned and closed the door. She took a moment to relieve her full bladder than cleaned up, she took off her pants than went back to the sink. She inspected her face close up, looking into her own eyes, looking at the small scares, and little imperfections. She flattened her nose, and made faces at herself. "Emm- well this is interesting," she stated to her reflection. She stripped off her shirt and looked at her chest in the mirror, feeling her breasts than smashing and pushing them together. A few minutes passed before she stopped than put her head against the mirror. "God, I know you have a sense of humor, but please, please do not leave me like this. The hand jobs are great, but that is nowhere near good enough reason for me to stay like this. Please, please, do not leave me like this. Amen." She took a couple breaths than raised her head from the mirror looking at her chest and the red spot on the side of her breast. She felt that spot and found why it itched, carefully, she popped a zit that was hidden beneath the skin. The contents of the zit was more than she was use to seeing. She washed the white substance from her fingernail than applied a little antibacterial gel to the spot. "That will stop itching now." From the bag she took the hair dye and read the instructions. About forty minutes later she had dyed her hair blond, showered and dressed in the same clothes from the roof. Tom was on one of the two laptops working. He stopped and looked at her- "Thanks for the clothes, Jack Ass," she snarled at him. He looked her over in her jeans and tee shirt. "You didn't like the teddy?" "Or the fuckin' bikini. What is wrong with you?" she asked with a confused look on her face. "I am horny, and thirty five, I have not been laid in months-" "You know what- we are not having this conversation," she told him using the towel from her shoulders to dry her hair again. "Did you buy me any real clothes?" He nodded- "in the closet." She did not move towards them, but instead continued to brush out her hair. "By the way- you need to call your parents, they have been calling me every couple days sense you disappeared," Tom told her. "They are up to speed but were not aware that you were busting out just yet." She gave him a questioned look- "did they come looking at all?" "Six weeks ago they were hunting a swamp monster in Florida. Your Dad broke a couple ribs, your Mom made it as far as Missouri before they had to stop for a few days to let him rest. Your Mom was fixing on making some stupid mistakes, getting frantic so I kicked them from the case," he told her. "Peter was going to come up but he landed a cult sacrifice in San Fran, something about the next full moon and some Lunar God thing. He needs help so...." "Thanks," she said, than went to a bank of cell phones charging on the dresser. She stopped and looked at herself in the mirror over the dresser, she touched her face with a finger, tracing her face slowly- "Jake-?" She closed her eyes- "you have no idea what it's like to look in the mirror and see someone else," she said as a tear escaped one eye. "I see her and I... its... like a nightmare, I cannot get my mind wrapped around it. I just can't, I keep thinking that I am going to wake up any second and I am going to be me and this will be over with." Tom just stared at her. "Ya, I don't think I would have anything to say either," she said than looked at each phone on the dresser, looking at the names on them until she finally she grabbed one and used it to dial a number from memory. She positioned the phone on the dresser, looking at herself in the small screen to the left side. "Hello-?" "Mom, it's Jake," Jake told her. "Oh, God," she said coming into view of the camera, she was in bed there was a sleeping man lay next to her "you... really? No joke?" "No joke, it's me," she said with a hopeless gesture of the arms "are you guys okay?" "Your father broke a couple ribs, nothing serious," she said rubbing at her closed eye than looking at the young lady on the other side of her phone. "We were up there, but I think I was getting a little to emotionally involved." "Tom told me. Listen I am going to try to find this thing- its killing people, but I need help with the research," she said, "can you help or are you in the middle of something?" "We need to talk about stuff," her mother said poking the man beside her "Jack, wake up, your daughter is on the phone." "Mom, don't say that," Jake told her, but she missed it. "I- what-?" he went from asleep to awake in a second, "daughter-?" Both women smiled at each other. "Your daughter is out of the nut house, and is on the phone, she wants our help trying to find this thing that moved her from one body to another- do we have time to help?" "Ya," he said looking towards the phone. "Awesome," he said then smiled, her mother slugged him in the shoulder- "that is your daughter." "No blood relations to me, hay, son, how are you?" "Exhausted Dad, the remains of the drugs are throwing me off, but I am getting better. "The Doctor's files say that my body died a few weeks back-" then a thought occurred to her, "but that is why Mom freaked out." "We knew you were still alive," her Mom said, "we just did not know where you were." "I need some help," Jake stated again "seven eyes are better than four, and I figure you guys have more places to check than I do." "We will," her Dad said than got up, showing his naked rear and bruising on the side of his rib cage that looked more serious than six weeks of recovering from a couple broken ribs. They always down played injuries so that no one would get scared, everyone had the same phrasing they used when someone was seriously hurt- "it's not bad, but I think you should get here as soon as you can," or worse than that "it's not good, get here when you can," which meant the person was dying. Her father scratched his ass cheek as he walked away. "We're on it," her Mom said, "we have a thing to do tomorrow, but we will do what we can tonight." "Tom said Peter needed help, are you guys part of that?" Her Mom shook her head- "Pete is going to have to be on his own on this one, unless we can clear up a leach in just one night." Jake chewed a little on her lip- "maybe you guys should help him." "Pete has it, at least he says he does, said he had a cop helping him," she stated it like that was a bad thing. "G'ahh, okay, will have bail money ready," Jake said moving towards the phone. "Mom- I love you." "Jacob- we need to talk, seriously talk, we can be there in about six or seven days depending on how this goes," she stated. "Don't forget your salt, Mom." "I won't." "Bye Mom," Jake said. "I love you, Jake, stay safe." "You too," she said than hung up. "They are worried," Tom stated the obvious. She went to the table where he worked- "you got my gear?" "Ya, found your car too," he told her. "Where are we in the research?" she asked him as she took a seat. * July 15th, 2014, Tuesday around 0330 CMT Two emails rolled in while they ate breakfast, they compared notes with what they had found and decided their next action. Jake sent one email back- "still have no idea what this thing is or how to stop it. Any ideas?" Tom rubbed his face to try to wake up than yawned and shook his head- "spirit of some kind." "I need some sleep," Jake stated than went over and lay down on the bed. * July 15th, 2014, Tuesday around 0710 CMT Jake woke blinking. Tom said something. She looked about than looked at her hands- female, and unfamiliar. "Shit," she muttered than touched her chest to reinforce what she already knew. "Still a stripper," he told her. She sat up and looked about- "what time did I go out?" "After three," he told her tossing her a zip lock bag with toothbrush and toothpaste inside, "need to get going." "You have a clue?" He almost laughed- "get changed, we need to get going," he told her grabbing up a couple bags and heading out the door. He was dressed in dress pants and shoes, a white tee shirt kept his dress shirt from getting mussed up. She rolled out of bed still fully dressed from the previous night's shower. From the closest she took the small duffle bag of clothes and grabbed the zip lock off the bed than went into the bathroom. * July 15th, 2014, Tuesday around 0750 CMT She climbed back into the passenger's seat putting the wire frame glasses back on her face. "Feels weirder with it on than with it off," she told him adjusting the seat belt. "Well not that I mind your tits bouncing all over the place, I just think you might not want to gain that much attention," he told her, "and free boobs bouncing around do not look professional so...." "Picked a name yet?" "Rachel, I think, Rachel Morgan," she said adjusting the shoulder strap on her left shoulder. "Molly made the news," he told her, "escaped mental patient." She took a breath, "blonde hair and glasses, hope that is enough." "They capture you, it's just back to the nut house, we can bust you out again," he told her. "Needless to say- Uncle Tom's phone is burned. Battery was out after our talk last night but I tossed it this morning anyway." "Copy that. Did you tell the others?" "Email," he said, than gave her a little smile "you look nice." "Fuck off." He got them headed towards their destination. "What are we gonna do with this thing once we catch it?" "It's a spirit, if we follow the line of thinking that it's a spirit than we could capture it in salt inside of a sp?ritum pupillo," he said watching the road but chancing a glance at her. She looked at him, gone were his blue jean and work boot, and tee shirt, he wore a suit, his hair combed back, freshly shaved. "So who am I in this?" she asked him watching the road to ensure they did not have an accident while he was checking her out. "A college intern," he stated glancing over at her, she wore the jeans from the night before, and the shoes but had changed her top to a blue tank top and white blouse. She had only brushed out her hair but she looked very sexy and very beautiful. "Road, not tits," she snapped at him making him jerk his attention back to the road. She laughed at him- "man, you really need to stop looking at me like that and pay attention to what's around you." "Hard to not look, you're friggin' pretty." "Pretty much out of your reach sexually- I am not having sex with you," she told him. They got quiet for a little while. "So insurance?" she asked. "Life insurance on Ben Norris, committed suicide in a car outside of a mall," he answered, "we are going to see if there was anyone around when he offed himself. From the newspaper I found he was alone, but we need to find out for sure so I want to check the security cameras." She nodded her understanding, yawning. "You okay?" She gave him a reluctant nod- "sense this started I have been sleeping hard, I thought it was the drugs, but I am having trouble waking up when I need to, hearing voices in my sleep, feeling really weird, weird- strange dreams." He seemed to understand that- "it's the drugs, it'll take time to get out of your system, once they are out you will start sleeping like you use to. 'Til than enjoy the extra sleep." They pulled into the parking lot of the mall and pulled around to the administration offices. "Names?" he asked. "Anna Blake," Jake told him. "After information on Ben Norris' death, I am with White Insurance, my name is Bill Williams," Tom told her checking his pockets for his business cards and ID. "Okay, ready." * July 15th, 2014, Tuesday around 0815 CMT She smiled at the guy that was trying to flirt with her while Tom looked at the video. Tom squinted at her with a tilt of his eyes towards the door. "Do you have anything to drink?" she asked with a sweet smile. "Oh, sure- I can't leave you in here with the-" "Oh, it's okay," she told him with a smile and a dismissive gesture, "he's an insurance agent, anything happens and his agency will have to pay through the nose and he will lose his license and his job and so you see there is nothing in here that is valuable enough to him to lose all that over." The young man gave it a little thought than nodded- "what would you like?" "Oh, you can show me what you have," she said taking his hand to lead him out of the room. * July 15th, 2014, Tuesday around 0900 CMT "I will kick your ass if you tell anyone about that," she told him as they walked across the parking lot. "No, on second thought I will kick you in the balls so hard and so many times your nuts will be in your mouth." He laughed- "did you kiss him?" "He tried," she shook her head. "He grabbed my ass," she admitted with a slight and almost shutter. "Grabbed your ass?" he laughed a little, "wow, I would have thought you would have floored him for that?" "Almost did," she told him, "but I figured we might need him." "How-?" "Every guard there at the mall is either a reserve cop or trying to be one, their boss is a retired cop and demands they be well trained and in the know of who the criminals are," she told him. "Think he might recognize you?" he asked, "I mean once he gets to the station?" "Have to be done with him by then," she told him. "Ahh- so you think he could get us the police reports?" Tom asked looking at her with a little impressed look on his face. "Will you be taking one for the team?" he made a gesture that suggested her performing oral sex on him. "No," she told him with defiance and assurance. "You have a date?" he asked grinning from ear to ear at her as they got to the van. "Tonight, seven o'clock, so we have to get this cleaned up before then," she answered. He started laughing. "Shut the fuck up," she told him producing a set of keys she unlocked her door as he did the same with his own keys. "Going to have to delay this one so maybe you can get a little," he laughed as he got up into his seat. "Jez, why the hell did I tell you that?" They were driving down the road before he stopped laughing. "So what did you learn?" she eventually asked. "Cheerleader girlfriend," he told her, "he drove her from the entrance of the mall to her car where they made out for a little while, she got out, and he pulled away a little ways. Put the car in park than shot himself in the head." "And she did-?" "She jumped a little than turned and looked at the car, looked at herself, put her purse in her car, went to his car, and called the police- got hysterical, than instantly calmed down and waited for the cops, than she got hysterical again," he told her with a casual tone that told her he expected her to already be on board with what he knew. "Than?" "Police took her statement, looks like anyways than they let her go- custody of her parents," he said, "no idea what she said or where she went." She considered something- "let's go to her home, talk to her parents, and avoid her. If one of us can get into her room we put a sp?ritum pupillo on the floor or ceiling of her room. Set up a web cam and watch from the nearest wifi hot spot." "Sounds good," he agreed. "We think this is a spirit, but we have never seen a spirit do this before- switching bodies is a warlock/witch thing, and it takes them minutes to do the transfer not seconds," he stated like he had firsthand experience, which he did not. "She and I were fighting when she did it to me," she admitted. "I recovered faster than she did, grabbed my gun and tried to get her to switch us back. She was stunned, confused, like she was dizzy or something. She had no fear. She grabbed the gun. I realized then that I could not win and I ran, and went for help. The cops that caught me arrested me- I was panicked," she looked a little embarrassed. "You mean you were freaked out about becoming a woman? Ya, I think just about anyone would," Tom said making the next turn so he could pull over. She thought for a few moments while he looked something up on his phone than made a phone call. "Pete- need a moment of your time, I need an address for a car, South Dakota," he rattled off the license plate number "well rumor has it that you are working with a cop and as we have no cops in our mix of contacts." He hesitated a moment- "did you want to talk to her?" She reached out her hand and he handed her the phone- "hay, Pete, how are you?" "Good. How are you?" "Fresh out of the nut house," she said, "in the body of a stripper." "We need to get together, have some drinks," Peter sounded like he was concerned. "Sounds good, after this job," she told him knowing what her friend was thinking. "'kay, just wanted to make sure you were okay, I need to kiss some ass to get that address for you guys," he said. "Ya, we kind of need that. Thanks for your help, we know you are busy," she said with a smile. "'Kay- talk later," that said they hung up. They sat silently for a little while than Jake got up and went into the back where she laid down to catch a nap. * July 15th, 2014, Tuesday around 0950 CMT Tom pushed a few strands of hair off Rachel's face- "Jake, wake up," he said loud enough that people outside the van could have heard him if there had been anyone outside. There was no reaction from her so he slipped his hand down inside her tank top, inside her bra, feeling her breast. After near a minute she started to wake and he pulled his hand off of her. "Rachel- Jake, wake up, we got an address," he told her. She opened her eyes, blinked a few times than jerked her hands up to just in front of her face looking at her hands for a moment than down to her breasts. She gave her chest a quizzical look than looked at Tom- "were you just feeling me up?" "No," he said as she sat up. She stared at him- "you're an asshole, an untrustable, lying, piece of shit, asshole." "Who hasn't been laid in months because I am chasing shit the world doesn't even know about," he snapped at her. "I've given my life- my manhood to this life, you don't think I don't understand?" she snapped back. "I am here in this body, not my own, called crazy, drugged, raped, left for dead 'til a week ago when you came for me- you think this is fun?" The anger was gone from him and he stared blankly at her- "you were raped?" he asked. She closed her eyes, wishing this day had not started, wishing she would wake up six and half weeks ago anywhere but here and now. "We are not talking about this," she told him grabbing her glasses off the cabinet "We should-" She glared him. "I'll tell your mother," he said looking concerned. "And I will shot you," she told him. "Just tell me what happened." She closed her eyes and held them shut- "first couple days in there I was in a strait jacket, drugged up. An intern came into my room late night unhooked the crouch belt on the jacket, pulled down my pants and fucked me." "What did you do?" "I was drugged- what could I do?" she said. "The next night when he came in and he got on me I wrapped my legs around his leg and dislocated his hip than I got out of the vest and beat the shit out of him. When they pulled me off him I told them what happened and he was sent away- never saw him again," she told him. "Now can we drop this?" He nodded feeling guilty for what he had done. * July 15th, 2014, Tuesday around 1000 CMT "I am very sorry about your lose Mrs. Norris, I understand your son was going to college this next fall?" "Community college- he wanted to study business," the woman was ten years older than Tom. Jake walked slowly about the room looking at the pictures and a few awards- employee of the month six of the last twelve months at a local coffee house. According to the picture of his eighth birthday and the calendar on the wall behind the birthday boy Ben was twenty-six. She pointed to the picture and gestured in sign language 'twenty-six' to which he nodded. Tom continued on with his tail, finding out information about Ben as he went- he had lots of friends, he liked video games, he worked out a lot, once in a while Patrick and he would play video games so late Patrick would sleep over, no there had not been any girls that spent the night but he talked about a Veronica from work when asked. "Mrs. Norris, would you mind if I used your restroom?" Jake asked. "No, dear, go right ahead- it's down the hall, last door," she pointed with a gesture and tear filled eyes. The second door down the hall was Ben's door. The walls were lined with posters of hunky men showing off their chests, a hello kitty on the back of the door, and countless other clues that he was gay. She also found an invitation to a party at a strip club was on the desk. He was a clothes whore as well. He had a porn fetish that leaned one way. There was a drawer of condoms (she pocketed a string of them), she found a receipt for them that was days old. She grabbed his lap top and put it in a bag than put it out the window, hoping the spirit or whatever it was had returned to do something if not use his computer perhaps, though she could think of no reason for it. Tom was finishing up with the information on Ben and promised that as soon as the investigation was complete he would let her know how it turned out. * July 15th, 2014, Tuesday around 1045 CMT She jumped into the van with the lap top- "go," she ordered. "What did you find?" he asked pulling away from the curb before she even had her seat belt on. "Guy was seriously gay," she said digging out the laptop from the bag. "Got that impression," he told her. Within a few minutes she was past the password and into his emails- "love when people store their email on their computer, makes life easy. "Invite from a co worker to a party at the strip club. "Veronica- plans for a party at her parents asking him to show- "... thank you Ben for all your help in this." I bet she is gay too and he is helping her cover it up from her parents." "Veronica is off the list," Tom stated looking perplexed, "than who was the cheerleader?" "Veronica I am guessing," Jake stated than looked at him and smiled. There was a quizzical look on his face- "what-?" "Spirit transfers into Ben, for whatever reason decides to leave, transfers to a sexy little number that he sees at work. The spirit knows her story already, must make life easy when you can do that. Right?" He agreed. "Oh, and I got you something," she fished out the condoms and help them up "for the hooker you are picking up tonight." He smiled and took them- "thanks, and sorry about.... I- I would never..." "You felt me up," she told him, "you got a thrill out of it, do it again and I bust you up." He understood that. Twenty minutes later they were at the coffee shop where Ben had worked. They both ordered coffee from Veronica and Tom gave Jake a little headshake. "So... how do we find her?" "Police reports," he told her after a sip of his coffee. "Police aren't releasing the report?" "Ninety six hours," Tom told her opening the door for her, "that gives us fifty hours and that means there is a fair chance it will make another transference." "Which means I have to go on this date with Eric," she stated looking not so thrilled with the idea. "Get the report early and drop them off with me," he told her, "I will get the ball rolling on tomorrow and you might not have to hit date number two." She did not look happy. "You know what happens on date two?" She glared at him. "Think Pete can- ahh, never mind, he's busy," she muttered the last part of that. "Come on, let's go get you some eye poppin' clothes, hell maybe we'll run into this girl at the store," he told her. * July 15th, 2014, Tuesday around 1345 CMT "Oh, yes, I understand White Insurance is not your insurance company, but we handle the investigations for your insurance company," Tom said to the woman behind the chained door. "Why haven't I heard of that?" the old woman snapped at him with a snarl and an angry tone to her voice. "Well Mrs. McDonald, insurance companies are owned by many different people, sometimes an owner will not join two companies together. My insurance company does very few car insurance policies, but the other does almost exclusively car insurance, they do not have but one or two investigators while we have a dozen all over the region- it's a money savings that we can pass on to you," Tom said kindly. "Savings to me, my ass, more like bigger pay checks to the big wig do nothings," she growled and grumbled. "What did you want to know?" "Your car was stolen?" "That's why I called you," she snarled at him. Tom smiled. "It disappeared on Sunday, about what time?" "Before church, so that was before eight. Dang police did not get here until after nine," she snapped back. Tom nodded. "Have you seen, or do you know this man?" Tom held up a picture. "No." "Him?" he held up a picture of Ben, stolen from his mother's home. "No- is this going somewhere?" "Just one more," he shifted to a third picture. "Him I know- he came with a picture frame I bought just a few weeks ago," she said than squinted her eyes at him, "what kind of scam you running?" Tom gave her a little smile- "these other two are suspects. Thank you, Mrs." They were half a block away slowing to a red light when Jake said- "She seemed nice." "Kiss my ass, that woman could have scared a Drill Sergeant," he told her. There was almost laughter in her eyes. "No car in the garage, lots of junk in the one room I could see into and a dead dog in the back yard, think it starved to death- it's been there a long while," she told him. He nodded his understanding. "So the car was stolen by Ben, he takes it to the mall, meets up with his friend the hot cheerleader than takes her to the car and offs himself?" Tom said, thinking aloud. "We need to get back into the security room, take a look at when Ben arrived and see where he met her," Jake suggested as the light turned green and they pulled through the intersection. "You are thinking the cheerleader is random?" She gave a little, slow nod- "yep." "Call your boyfriend and see if we can come over," Tom said with a little smile. Jake scrunched her cheeks up than pulled out her phone and searched than found a number and called Eric. He answered on the third ring. "Anna- hi, how are you?" "Hi, Eric, umm, I am trying to get some- I mean, I am trying to get some paper work done," Tom gave her a thumbs up and a smile, "and I realized we- I need to look at the security footage again. Can I come by?" "Not right now, it's a bad time- how about tomorrow morning?" he asked. "About eight okay?" "I get on at eight so, eight fifteen or eight thirty is better," he told her. "We are still on tonight?" "At seven, yes, I am so looking forward to it too," she gleamed a smile. "See you tonight." "Bye." Tom started laughing and she knuckle punched him in the shoulder- "shut the fuck up." * July 15th, 2014, Tuesday around 1930 CMT "Wow, you look really nice," Eric said looking her over. Anna smiled at him- "you think so?" she looked down at herself. She wore knee high leather boots with two-inch heels, black jeans, tan halter-top, and a waist length leather coat. "Definitely," his smile said it all. Eric was dressed in khakis, a dress shirt, coat, and a pair of deck shoes. It was an impressive look for him. "Umm- I have to tell you, Bill asked that I come back early to help him with the reports," she told him, "we don't have the police reports so there is a bunch more paperwork that has to be done." "Oh, well I can get you that," he said moving to take her arm. "You can!" she said sounding and looking surprised and very pleased "oh, that would be so great if you could," she told him. "Can we go get it now so that I don't have to leave early?" * July 15th, 2014, Tuesday around 1900 CMT He parked at the police station and leaned over towards her- "little kiss for the report?" She gave him a little smile- "first date rule," she told him. There was a little disappointment in his eyes. She gave a little snort and leaned in and touched her lips to his, doing it so fast he had no time to react. She leaned back in the seat- "sooner we get the report to him..." she said with a sweet and gentle smile. He left the car feeling as though he were being played. She took her phone out and pressed a couple buttons, sending a pre written text than replacing the phone into her coat. When he returned he slid into the car with a file, when she reached for it he held it back- "am I being played for this file?" She looked a little confused- "I thought we were hitting it off earlier? And how was I to know you could get the file?" He gave her a little smile that she seemed to miss the point of- "oh, ya, well I was just feeling used-" "Sorry, but I do not kiss, or have sex or anything else on the first date, and sometimes not on the second," she told him looking at him with concern. "Guys I have dated in the past only seem to want to have sex and I am not that kind of girl," she told him with a pouty, hurt tone to her voice and posture. "How about we take the file out of the equation?" he asked. "Okay, than we should get to food or whatever so I can get back to the hotel because I need to help Bill with that extra paper work," she looked hurt, "I told you I would have to do that before I knew about you being able to get the report." There was something he was watching in her body language that made him think she was very hurt. "You know I don't think this is going to go very well-" "Wait, wait- I'm sorry," he said watching her, he realized that she was planning on calling the date over with. "Here," he handed her the file, "call your boss and we can drop it off with him, but you have to promise me now- another date tomorrow." She gripped the file in three fingers but he was not letting go- "okay," she told him with a little nod, "but if this date does not go well..." "Agreed," he said letting her have the file. * July 15th, 2014, Tuesday around 2350 CMT Jake opened the door and went to her bed where she sat down to take off her boots. "You have fun?" Tom asked sitting back in his chair. She gave a little shrug- "not really. Had pizza, a beer, played some video games, saw a movie, regular date shit." "So why didn't it go well?" "He was a he and I had to pretend to be a woman all night," she answered, "he's a wanta be cop and I hate cops. Oh, and did I mention- he's a guy." "Give 'em a kiss?" he asked with a sadistic looking smile. She gave him a look of- 'you are kidding? Right?' "Just asking," he said. She got up, grabbed a bag of clothes than stopped- "what did you find out?" "Oh, ya, the girl is eighteen, Colleen Green, just graduated high school, she said Ben and her were friends and that he had made some moves on her, when he turned her down he drove away than she heard a pop than she saw him dead. Not much to it. I think the surveillance video is our only shot at finding out what really happened, but I do have an address, and I went there," he hesitated than added, "and I set up two sp?ritum pupillo in her house- where she lives with her parents." "They were not home?" "They were not, I did find something interesting," he reached down and extracted a stringer of condoms, "she had a drawer dedicated to them. There were four open packets in the garbage can and a set of batteries for her vibrator. Whatever this thing is, it is using these bodies for sex." She stared off into space for a moment. "It makes sense- all the people that have died are young," she stated. "But if you know you are not staying why not leave a little one behind? Why safe sex? Why be concerned for the safety and health of those you are going to kill? You are killing the host anyways?" "Sexual suicide of some kind?" Tom asked looking her in the eyes. "This was a witch or warlock or something with power that died during sex? Or because of it." "So research deaths- no, we look for a connection with all the victims," she told him. "You do that I want to research the deaths in the area that have a sexual connection," he told her. She almost laughed- "did you get laid tonight?" "Blow job," he admitted as he watched her rear go into the bathroom. "Dammit," he muttered wishing he could be a perv with her again, she was far to sexy to not look at or maybe think about. * July 16th, 2014, Wednesday around 0825 CMT "Hay," Eric smiled when he saw her, "you look tired." She walked up to him and gave him a little smile, he surprised her a little when he stepped in for a kiss- she turned her head, his kiss landed on her cheek. "Still denying," he whispered to her as he noticed Bill just a few feet behind her. Bill gave a little cough behind his hand. She stepped aside and Bill talked to Eric about what he needed than they went into the monitor room and started watching the video of the parking lot. Ben arrived with Mrs. McDonald car than walked away. They watched him arrive some time later and go into the mall and talk to a few woman, young women. Finally, he approached and started talking to Colleen, the two seemed to hit it off quickly and easily. The two of them ate and talked, walked about and window-shopped. Ben purchased her a necklace and put it on her, she seemed to like it and they held hands as they left the mall. "What are you guys looking for?" Eric asked. Bill and Anna looked at one another and Anna turned to him- "can we have dinner tonight?" she asked him with a smile as she got up and touched his chest. "Sure- seven okay?" "It's perfect, can I meet you there?" she asked. He gave her a little tilt of the head and then a nod- "anything in particular you want?" "Fish," she said with a smile as she stepped around him. "I am sorry about last night, about elbowing you-" "I touched your but," he said at a whisper, "I thought we were doing well." She nodded to him- "sorry, its- I have been burned so many times, I don't want to be burned again," she told him as Bill signaled that he was done with whatever he was doing. "I will take it slower tonight," he stated as her hand ran down his chest, than she stepped back towards the door. "Text me the address," she said as Bill got to her side. "We should go," Bill told her with a smile to Eric "we have that other case to take care of." She nodded to him than smiled at Eric- "tonight." * July 16th, 2014, Wednesday around 1005 CMT "Moving pretty fast," Tom told her with a grin. "Fuck you," she snarled at him as they got into the van. He gave her a little smile than stopped antagonizing her. "So... plan?" "We need to find her bones- you decided which one of your targets you think it is?" "Eighty-nine that I think it might be," he told her "what about you?" "I think we might want to consolidate our lists, see who over laps," Jake suggested yawning heavily. Jake took a deep breath than turned her head from side to side trying to loosen up- "how the hell are we going to connect them- stop staring at my chest," she snapped at him. "What are you fifteen?" "Let's go to Colleen's house and see if we caught anything," he said looking back at the road. "And i