Bill and I enter Dano's and the place is full. He walks over to the bar and pats a couple of guys on the shoulder and they move.

"What'll it be, Rudy", he asks?

"Black Label, tall", he says taking a seat. Bill orders his shot and a beer as the two of us talk. Small talk as they feel each other out, prancing like a couple of boxers in the first round.

Satisfied, Bill talks in more depth>"

"It's like they are all over. I run across two or three new bastards a day trying to get into the pants of some twelve year old."

"That is a little young", Rudy answers."

"Yeah, but it seems the perfect age. The first years of their teens are the most popular. The guys must think that girls are virgins until their teens, when most are made long before."

"Is it virgins that they want or just young girls?"

"Either, but a virgin is a plus. If I act like a little girl and say that I am a virgin their pricks stick up straight. The other night I met a pedophile while playing, Missy. She's a twelve-year-old that I have planted into chat rooms. She's looking for a sugar Daddy and what do you think happened. In comes "Sugar Daddy", groveling over her virgin pussy like the leech that he is. He want's to save her from the terrors of the world ... Bastard."

"Where is he?"

"That's the problem. Our system can't track the scum when they transfer their URL around the world. This guy is in one area, then another and another. He jumps around like a frog in a hot pan. That's why we need to update, so we can trace these perverts and find their location.

"I thought you brought them to you? Don't you try to make a meet locally?"

"Yeah, Rudy, but most of the time they don't want to travel. Maybe it's fear. The fact that they don't have the money. They are worried of getting caught. Who knows?"

"Getting caught is inevitable if they keep playing the game. It isn't a matter of ... if one will get caught. It is a matter of when. I believe the underlying desire of any Serial Killer is to get caught. Maybe they don't want to be caught in the beginning, but certainly in the end. They push the envelope until they find someone that is a better player than they are. Like a chess master."

"You think this is a fucking game", Bill says very loud, downing his shot and getting another. "This is no fucking game. These Bastards are killing people."

"Yes, and you are catching them. Probably not as many as you wish but certainly you arrest a few. That's why I'm here to up the percentage. You need what I have and I will help you in your quest. It is a quest, isn't it, Bill?"

"You're fucking right it's a quest. I want to get those Bastards, all of them, before they get any more Kids."

"We will, Bill, we will. Let's have a steak."

"Great steaks, ah, which is the best?"

"The New York Strip is my favorite but the fillet is great", Bill answers, pouring the wine.

"Tell us about tracking predators", the woman asks, sipping her wine.

"My job isn't tracking", I answer. "I teach you how to track and detect the location of your target. "

"But, how do you know who to look for", one of the men asks?

"That comes with time and experience. Isn't that right, Bill", I ask and he nods in agreement. "Of course you can't always know that the target is a pedophile just like one can't positively know that all minors are not police. There are false leads and deceptive people on the Internet. What I can teach you is where these people are located. "

"How close can you get?", the woman asks.

"I can give you the room in a hotel if the conditions are right. I can overcome the shuffling of locations used by cruisers in chat rooms as they try to camouflage their locations by transmitting phony information. While this will not assure that every target is a suspect it will eliminate a lot of the misinformation your archaic computers now produce.

"That's enough for now", Bill says, " ... we invited Rudy to dinner, not an interrogation."

By that time our steaks arrive and we continue dinner in casual conversations.

By the time we finish it is almost ten and I excuse myself, telling them that it is one O'clock my time and I had better get some sleep and be ready for the morning. Bill offers to take me to the hotel and I accept. Our drive is cordial but quiet and he drops me off in front and I go inside. I watch as Bill leaves and I take the elevator to the fifth floor and enter Mary's room.