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"She said to meet here, right?" Karra had been waiting for over half an hour for her contact to arrive. She'd already been through three cups of coffee and was growing impatient. Finally, the diner's front door swung open with a chime of a bell. A tall woman in a red coat made her way towards the back and sat across from her. "Cathie's the name. Did you bring the case?" she asked. "That all depends. Do you have any info on that group you mentioned?" "Oh, don't worry about that, 'sweetheart'. I've got everything you need to know. Just show me you've got the case and I'll start talking." A grin curved on Karra's lips. "Let me tell you something

October 9, 1978 10:06pm My name is Peter Wilson. After three years together, I couldn't believe it was over. There was nothing I could do, and there was no way she'd take me back after this. My wife, my Joanna, probably thought I was a monster. I still remember the last thing she said before I left: "You were porking jailbait, you filthy pervert!" Now I'm driving off away from this town in search of somewhere that doesn't know I exist. So far, I've left my hometown of Fulton and made it to Iowa. I asked myself, "This should be far enough, right?" I still wish I had kept driving. I want to forget that fight and what she called me. I want t