“Where the hell you going?” Mouse 
asked, and then jumped right in front  
of me, as I reached for the doorknob.  
“You leave right now, and I promise    
you, I'll fucking punch you out. Now,  
you sit right back down there, and     
let's look at this logically.”         
     I looked at Pee Wee, and he said, 
“You'd better sit down, Crim. You might
be able to shake off her right, but her
left will sit you down anyway.”        
     I sat down.                       
     I'm glad I did, because Mouse had 
thought about our problem with that    
logical mind of hers, and the first    
thing she commented on was how         
unorganized we were.                   
     “You were surprised at how much   
area you had to cover weren't you?” she
asked, looking right at me, and I had  
* to agree with her. I remembered          
thinking that it was huge.             
     “You need to figure out a way to  
narrow that much area down to...” she  
turned and pointed to Pee Wee.         
     “Hot spots,” he said proudly.     
     “Hot spots?” I asked.             
     Mouse explained that what we      
needed to do was figure out, in        
advance, where the hot spots were. That
was way easier said than done, until   
Mouse made a comment that got me       
thinking.                              
     “Too bad there wasn't any place   
you could get some kind of numbers to  
help you predict where next year's hot 
spots were going to be.”               
     “Animal abuse cases, that's the   
numbers we need, but where would we get
those?” I said, catching on quickly.   



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