Jacob Isaac sat alone at the keyboard of Gena's computer he was checking
for anymore files created while the false Weed was in the office. He found a
short one," posse.doc," he brought it up in the word processor it read:
Could not catch the killer alone. Need your help. This was the only way I
could get anyone to believe me. I will keep in touch. Sorry about the
inconvenience, Hunter
He printed it out. He was looking out the window when the small convoy
entered the parking lot. He had some hope when he saw Gena step out of
the car. The mood of the group seemed far from celebratory as they walked
to the building entrance. Jacob was waiting in the hall as they got off the
elevator. "How did it go?" Jacob asked. As an explanation Weed began
Introductions.
The telephone appears to be an innocent looking device a century old
technology generations have grown up with. And yet it at times it can be that
messenger that brings glad tidings or it can be the herald of doom. Gould
used message forwarding so any massage to his desk or cell phone would be
routed Weeds second line. The rest of the group was gathered about Jacob
and an eight and a half by eleven-inch piece of paper. Jacob was rereading
the note printed from the," posse.doc," file. "Sorry about the
inconvenience! Sorry about the fucking inconvenience!" Ray screamed.
"And just what the hell does he mean by he will stay in touch" Ray
continued. A ringing phone interrupted Ray's explosion. Weed picked up
the phone it was for Gould. Gould's APB had netted an unconscious man
that appeared to be Thomas Verdoun who had been admitted to a Wilmington
hospital.
