I arrive in Phoenix about midnight and takes a taxi to the Desert Spa. Stopping in the bar I order a Manhattan, talking to the bartender, until the club closes at one in the morning..

At the room, I take a hot shower, cleaning my makeup. When I finish I slips on the silk panties and log onto the server through to Dallas. I ping to double check my connections before logging into the chat room. No one is there so I search a couple of locations before finding Missy.

"Hello, I'm here", I type.

"What happened to you", I read.

"What happened to you, Missy? I got to the pier and there were cops everywhere. The entrance was curtained off. I had the cabby turn around and I left. I'm back in Dallas. Where are you?"

"I'm home now. You know what happened? "

"No I don't, I just got here."

"Trace the fucker", Brenda says to Bill as she continues the Internet conversation.

"He's in the same location in Dallas", Bill answers, following the trace through the phony locations to the destination.

"Well, Sugar Daddy, it was a mess. Some guy shot a cop. He blew his head off. I was standing right next to him. His blood splattered on my sweater."

"Are you all right, little one?"

"Physically yes, but I am a mess otherwise. The police brought me home and my step-dad thought I was in trouble. He was going to beat me but the cops told him what happened and he was actually nice for awhile. After the cops left he took me to my bedroom and beat my ass red before he raped me again."

"You poor little girl. I wish I could help."

"Cut the crap", Brenda types. You know who we are and we know where you are."

"What", I type, rubbing himself through the silk undies.

"Don't what me! You're the trigger and we're going to bust you. We know the building. The Dallas police have you surrounded."

"My building", I type, continuing my pinging to make sure his location is secure.

"Your damn building, you pervert. They'll be at your door in a minute.".

"Then, I'd better go now", Rudy types, rubbing his erection faster.

"It doesn't matter. It's just a matter of time", I read. The icon blinks on his screen and I knows that Dallas Police have accessed the computer I hacked to gain the location.

"Take care of yourself, little one. You were in my sights but you lost the toss."

"Where are you?"

"Would you really like to know", I type.

"Yes!"

"Look out the window!"

"There are no windows."

Then you're out of luck. Bye!"

I click off, fearing that the cops might trace the connection through the slave computer in Dallas.

I bring up the mail server and address the note to the FBI. I type: