NARAYANNE:Gena

Ray woke to an apartment full of activity and the smell of coffee. Jacob was at his computer and John was making noises in the kitchen. A quick assessment of his body startled Ray to full wakefulness. The smell of coffee gave something for Jones to distract himself from this waking nightmare. "Is that coffee I smell," Jones shouted. "Yes! What do you want on your omelet," Weed yelled from the kitchen. "Cheese, green peppers and mushrooms if you got them" Jones responded. "Well sleeping beauty is awake," commented Jacob. "Have you found anything new?" Jones asked icily. "Yes, you are a missing person Holy Singleton's Parents filed a missing persons report when their daughter disappeared in June," Said Jacob. I found bus tickets, some hotel and KOA reseats in the backpack," Weed chimed in from the kitchen. "We have a good picture of were Holy or at least her body has been for the last month or so," Weed added. "I washed the cloth in the backpack so you will have something to wear," said Jacob. "Well it is a start," commented Jones. "So is breakfast, and it's ready," Weed sounded. "I ran down to the local stop and rob and picked up a few things this morning" Weed explained. "Eggs, cheese, a pepper, mushrooms, ham, an onion, two tooth brushes, disposable razors and assorted other toiletries," Weed listed. "All I provided was the coffee and the money," cracked Jacob. Jones ate quietly intent on the omelet and coffee. "Did you call Gena at home for me Jake", Weed asked. "Yea, but she did not pick up the phone, I will call again after breakfast," Jacob answered. "I only hope you are half as good a detective as you are a cook, " Jones commented. "Thanks, I think" Weed replied. After breakfast it was back to work again. Weed asked Jones if he had any way to get the numbers on his missing cards. Jones told him of the list of cards he kept in his business card holder. While Weed got out the card holder Jake made his call. "Gena still not answering the phone" Jake said. Worried, Jones grabbed the phone and called his office. One... two... three... four rings the answering machine should pick up...five ...six ...seven rings and a groggy male voice answered "Weed investigation service....Oh! My God! Oh my God!" "Gena is that you" Weed asked. "Yes, but how! Who are you?" Gena answered in the strange voice. "This is John the real John Weed, Try to stay calm I am at Jakes. We will be right over," Weed said. "Ok," said the shocked and puzzled voice. Urgently rushing through the functions of getting washed and dressed was a relief for Jones. Ray was self concious of being the last one ready but his mind refused to dwell on the battle with the bra. Still brushing wet hair Jones headed out of Jacob's apartment. Weed talked to Gena on the cell phone all the way to the office. As they pulled into the lot Jake spotted Weed's car innocently parked there. Gena, as Weed suspected, had his body. Gena was almost calm as Weed made the introductions. Slowly Gena relaxed and began to tell her story. The other Weed came back to the office near 5:00 PM. He was acting strangely, She mentioned the rent, he sent her to pay it with cash. She mentioned her back pay he paid it in cash. He had forgotten all about the coffee. He asked Gena to work late he was franticly having her look up things on the net. He seemed to see a pattern in groups of strange murders. He printed a large number of maps and kept doing strange calculations. For Gena it was like watching Captain Ahab plotting the course of Mobie Dick. Yet with all the intensity there were so many little things that he seemed to have forgotten or was unaware of. Gena began to question Weeds strange behavior. He got very calm and then said he needed one last thing before they called it a day. That was the last thing Gena remembered.