After finding a parking spot, he’d
join me inside. While he used the      
microfilm projector, we’d talk about   
our last patrol, our next one, and also
about missing persons in general.      
     At those first secret meetings, I 
bounced ideas off Pee Wee, and he’d    
take them apart.                       
     Mouse, who joined us for our first
couple meetings, came up with a couple 
organizational suggestions that helped 
put my theory into a much better       
scientific kind of format.             
     She suggested I file each article 
under different keywords like date,    
location, age, and sex. It wasn’t much,
but at least it was a damn good start. 
     The trick, after that, was figur- 
ing out what the other keywords were   
that would help prove my theory, or as 
* Darryl explained earlier, a good fluid   
profile.                               
     After those first couple times,   
Mouse decided to do the books at home  
instead. “It’ll be quiet, and I can get
a lot more done. Besides, some of the  
sick shit you guys talk about... Jeez  
Criminal! Where the hell do you get all
this shit from anyway?”                
     Obviously, Pee Wee hadn’t told her
about what I’d done, and I wasn’t about
to correct the situation. Like I said  
before, it changes people.             
     I just shrugged my shoulders and  
told her honestly, “I don’t know where 
it comes from. It’s just there.”       
     She just shook her head, and after
that, Pee Wee and I were the only ones 
at those first secret meetings, except 
when we needed her opinion about       
something.                             



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