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"Hoe ensure JT loses?" I ask, because that's the part that's risky

"Well," Dennis says hesitantly "That's going to cost you soot an idea When are you due back?"

Dennis Flaherty is an interesting character He's iray tailored suit with a pale blue hankie in the pocket His face is boyish with Irish freckled skin, bright red hair, and crystal blue eyes, yet there's a wisdoh Beck said he cahly reco at hiut instinct, and I'm anxious to hear more of what he has to say about JT

We flew into San Francisco last night via another layover in Zurich--this tiht--but Beck and I are feeling the keen effects of jet lag as we all take seats in our living roo mine on the couch, we both watch as Dennis sits in one of theover the other in sophisticated fashion

"Where do you want me to start?" Dennis asks as he reaches down beside the chair to a briefcase he deposited there aa manila folder from a side pocket "The info I have on JT or the photos?"

Beck turns to look at me, his eyebrows raised in question for me to make the call

"The photos," I say with a hard s That will be the hardest part, as evidenced by the thu of my pulse

Dennis stands from his chair and walks over to the coffee table He opens the folder and pulls out a thick stack of photos and lays theo through I narrowed theave me, the time period, and what Beck could recall of those fraternity brothers ere close friends with JT"

I nod asthe photos before lossy paper, with four pictures per page Leaning forward on the couch, I hover over theoes to my lower back, where it presses in softly for support

My eyes scan left to right, first the top row, then the botto dark hair, pale hair, light eyes, dark eyes They all look nondescript to me and not one of the photos causes an internal reaction

Shaking my head, I mutter, "I don't knowno one looks familiar"

"It's okay," Beck says softly, his hand rubbing in circles against my back "Take another look"

I do as he asks, flipping back through, a bit slower this time All the men look back at me with innocent eyes

"Nothing," I say in frustration, pushing them across the table back at Dennis

"Doesn't mean he's not in there," Dennis says as he picks up the stack and straightens it before putting the photos back into the folder

As he turns to sit in the arain, I look at Beck "When I first saw JT on TV, there was a vague recognition I wasn't sure how I knew him, but there was a familiarity I don't know that the other men are in that stack Dennis has"

Beck pullsa kiss to my temple, he whispers, "Don't worry We'll broaden the search We can head over to Stanford one day and look through all the yearbooks It will be tedious, but nize someone that way"

I nod, saze to Dennis His eyes are kind as he watches me

"Putting my other attackers aside, hoe handle JT?" I ask him

"Well," Dennis says with a glint in his eye "We could force JT to confess his accomplices The information could be tortured out of him Probably a personal confession too"

A zing of pure pleasure courses through hter over Dennis' words They resonate withhard to keep at bay

"That's not a good option at this point," Beck says, and I instantly deflate

But he's right We spent a great deal of tih I still sout I can't do that Not because I don't think it's justified, but because it's not what's best for ed to understand with great clarity is that Beck has now beco to me While I still need to seek justice forthat Beck co The Sugar Bowl intact and untainted before JT is made to pay for what he did to me In this respect, Beck and I have formed a partnership, so to speak, whereby we both can achieve our goals

"I've decided to go to the police," I tell Dennis as ly This was also so we talked about in Vienna, but was a decision that I came to on my own

"After we get JT out of The Sugar Bowl," Beck amends quickly

Dennis nods in understanding, but points out the probleh to force the district attorney to compel a DNA sample"