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you to promise that what I tell you is just between you and me.   I need to you to promise me that you aren’t going to tell anyone.   Not your sister, not your brother the cop, not even your boyfriend.”
    “If you knew anything about me, you would know that the order is wrong, but, I don’t make promises that I don’t intend to keep, and I don’t know if I will keep that promise until I hear what it is you have to say, so I’m not promising anything.”
    “Cara, I’m trying to help you here.”
    “If that’s true, then obviously I will do what you think is best.”
    “Fine.   I’ll tell you what I need to tell you and leave it up to you.   You need to understand right up front, that if you decide to tell anyone about this, you will not only be putting your family in danger, but a lot of other people and lots of money too.”
    “I didn’t take you for the melodramatic type.   Would you just tell me what is going on Joe?”
    “I need to back up a little bit.   You were told that Louis had a forced medical retirement, that he was shot, and they retired him.”
    “Right.”
    “The truth is, that he was shot, and he was doing therapy to get healthy again, but he was never retired.”
    “Okay.”
    “Instead of retirement, he went undercover.”
    “A shot up cop went undercover?”
    “Yes.   The cover was that he was pissed off because the force screwed him over.   He didn’t hide the fact that he had been a cop, he hid the fact that he was still a cop.”
    “Why would he do that?”
    “Pretty simple really.   You read those journals.   Someone is killing kids.   That’s all the motivation he needed.”
    “Right.   A serial killer is going to take a shot up cop into his confidence and confess all the killings.”
    “We don’t think that the kids are being killed by a serial killer, well, not in the traditional sense of the word.   We think that it is a commercial endeavor.”
    “What?   You mean snuff films.   I read somewhere that snuff films were pretty much an urban legend.   That people freak out about them, but that no one has ever actually found one.   Is that true?”
    “Cara, people started talking about snuff films back in the 70s.   If you do a computer search, you’ll probably read all kinds of shit about there being no such thing, but I have to tell you, things have changed a lot since the 70s and I would not be at all surprised if snuff films exist, but that isn’t what I’m talking about.”
    “Then what are you talking about?”
    “I can’t go into too much detail Cara.”
    “Bull.   You can go as far as you want, you just want to titillate, then get me all paranoid, and to believe that anything and everything you do is in the best interest of the community, so I’ll just sit back and keep my mouth shut and stay out of the way.”
    “I figured that would be your response.   Here’s the thing.   I want you to really think about it.   Why do you think I turned up at Louis’s condo the day you did?”
    “Coincidence?   Serendipity?   Inability to mind your own business?”
    “And why do you think I followed you to your apartment?”
    “Same response.”
    “It didn’t strike you as weird that I would be able to get your address?”
    “I figured you just typed my name into the terminal in your police car.”
    “That would have been difficult, since I didn’t know your last name, and I was using my personal car.”
    “Fine, you could have written down my tag number when you left, run it, then come over to my house.   It was a little while between the time you left Louis’s condo and when you showed up at my apartment uninvited.”
    “Well, you’re right, I did run your tag, but you can’t just run a tag these days Cara.   You have to have a reason.”
    “Yeah, I’m sure that’s true, but cops can find a way around a lot of things.”
    “I’m not going to debate this with you.”
    “Fine, why did you show up at the condo?”
    “Because we