Title: By Design, Chapter 19
Author: Sorsha_711
Fandom/Pairing: CSI; Brass/OCF
Rating: M, for language and references to violence; some adult situations
Disclaimer: A quick check of my bank account should prove I'm not making anything off of writing my stories. Sigh! Anything you recognize belongs to the good people that bring us CSI.
Summary: A serial killer is stalking the streets of Vegas… hell of a time for Brass to meet the woman of his dreams.
By Design, Chapter 19 --- Puzzle Pieces Scattered on the Table
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Looking up from his notes, Gil asked, "Casey… can you run us through your regular routines… the places you frequent, that sort of thing?"
"Well… I'm a creature of habit," she began, "so I go to the same places most of the time… the same stores… the gym… work… my place, Jim's place."
"I know we've asked this already but, you've had a few minutes to think about it. Have you noticed anyone that always seems to be around… maybe someone that shows up too frequently?" Sam questioned.
A confused shrug of her shoulders accompanied, "Like I said, day in day out, I see the same people over and over, Sam… most of them I don't really know... a first name maybe, if that. I have no way of knowing if they have a legitimate reason for being there."
"True… but do you see the same people at all of those places?" Jim interjected. "I'm not sure you've let yourself fully accept the fact that someone is stalking you, babe. It scares the hell out of me too, but… you need to focus on anyone that stands out as a possible stalker."
"I… it's overwhelming, but… I'm not trying to deny the obvious. I'm just not sure what you mean… what you're asking," she admitted, the confusion and panic gripping her mind making it difficult to concentrate. "I…"
"OK, let's try this. Have you seen anyone that was someplace where it seemed unexpected… an odd coincidence? Think about it… say, someone you usually see at the deli near your office that you later saw in Henderson … or someone from your gym at that bookstore you like?" Jim emphasized. "Think, honey. This could be important."
Slowly, she began to nod. "There was a man."
"OK, good," Jim encouraged. "What made him stand out in your memory?"
Frowning as she tried to organize her thoughts, she murmured, "I've seen him at the market… and in some of the stores near my house."
"OK, so why are you thinking of him now?" Catherine interjected.
"I saw him once in the Pendale's near Jim's house," she replied. "It was late one evening a month or so ago… we'd been out to dinner. We stopped to pick up a few things. I remember thinking it was odd that I'd see him in grocery stores in different parts of the valley. He nodded at me like he recognized me too."
"Good… that's exactly the kind of thing I was asking about," Jim praised, silently wishing she had mentioned it to him then. "Have you seen him other places?"
"Around my neighborhood… I assume he lives in the same part of town as me," she replied. "Do you think…"
"Too soon to know, honey," Jim quickly replied. "Anybody else jump out at you?"
A shaky sigh preceded, "I sometimes see people from the office or job sites other places, but that happens to everybody. I run into people I work with all over the place… but none of that seems odd. Most of the time, I have no idea where the people I meet live, so… it's not unusual seeing them in different places. That one guy… if it had been a restaurant… that would make sense, but a grocery store…"
"What does he look like?" Catherine prompted.
Sighing, Casey offered, "6'1" or 2"… brown hair. Average looking."
"OK… what else?"
"He must workout a lot," she mused. "He always seems to be wearing workout clothes… like he just left his gym… maybe works at one."
"Would you call him muscular?" Jim asked.
"Not really… I mean he seems fit and all, but he's not overly muscular," she qualified. "Honestly, I really haven't paid him that much attention."
"Do you think you could describe him to a sketch artist?" Ecklie asked, trading a look with Morales.
"Yes… but it would probably be easier for me to draw him myself," she admitted.
"Are you an artist?" Morales asked, hoping her skills were up to the task.
"I'm an architect," Casey supplied. "I'm used to translating my thoughts to paper."
Jim smiled reassuringly as he inserted, "She's a damn fine artist too, Jack. Casey has real talent."
"Spoken like a completely impartial observer," Catherine teased, hoping to relax their witness enough to keep her talking.
Nodding, Jim agreed. "Completely. Case… you take a lot of pictures. Maybe you caught someone in the background of some of those shots."
Looking up to meet her lover's eyes, Casey nodded. "Maybe… I've taken hundreds… well, more than that over the past few years."
"Why do you take a lot of pictures?" Morales pressed. "You mentioned something about displaying your work at a gallery?"
"Photography is one of my passions," Casey replied. "I usually carry one of my cameras with me so I can take pictures of things that catch my eye. I'd be happy to let you go through them. If the Strangler has been following me…"
Hearing the tremor in her voice as the reality she had crossed paths with a serial killer became terrifyingly real, Jim finally gave into his impulses and reached over to pull her into his arms. "It'll be OK, honey. We'll find him. I won't let him hurt you. OK?"
After a few seconds, he felt her smile against his throat. "I never doubted that, Jimmy… and I'm not some helpless damsel in distress you know."
Chuckling softly at her attempt at teasing him, he agreed. "I know that only too well, beautiful. Indulge my delusions, OK?"
Tightening her hold on his waist, she whispered, "Just this once."
Rolling her eyes at Sam and Joe, Sofia interjected, "I hate to bust up this touching scene, but we kind of need to focus."
Seeing two sets of irritated blue eyes swing in her direction, she stifled a laugh. "OK, matching his and hers glares… that's just scary."
Hearing a snort of barely contained amusement to her right, she asked, "Is there anybody else that stands out?"
"That guy was the only one that seemed really out of place," Casey offered, reluctantly settling back into her chair as Jim pulled away. "There are a couple of other men… I see them pretty often. I can sketch them too if it would help."
"Tell us about them," Conrad urged.
"Well… there's an older man in my neighborhood… I see him a lot… usually when I go for a jog," Casey offered. "He must be in his late seventies… maybe early eighties. I catch him watching me… he's sort of creepy, but he can barely walk without his cane, so I just ignore him."
"What do you mean he watches you?"
"Well… just that," she answered with a shrug. "He sits in the park down from my house some mornings. I figure he watches all the women. He never does anything… just stares."
"OK, anybody else?" Gil prompted.
"The only other one that stands out is an attorney that works for one of the firms in our building," she explained. "He used to make a pest of himself showing up at our offices with boxes of Krispy Kremes or tickets to shows… dropping by to chat, wouldn't take no for an answer. He finally backed off once he realized I was involved with Jim, but… he was a real jerk."
"What's his name?" Jim demanded, irritated by the thought of someone bothering her. He ignored the grins his protective attitude produced across the table.
"Mark Kaplan," she supplied. "Lauren says he's dating someone now, so I don't remember seeing him around much lately."
"Great," Ecklie responded, adding the name to his notes. "How about cars or other vehicles?"
"The average car… no, sorry," Casey replied, with an apologetic shake of her head. "Most of the time, cars don't register. A classic or something special… out of the ordinary..."
"So a van wouldn't catch your attention?" Morales pressed.
"Probably more so than cars," she admitted. "I see a lot of vans and trucks at job sites… subs, deliveries. They're just background noise for me… though I guess I've been paying them more attention lately like every other woman in Vegas."
Wanting to keep her talking, Gil went back to his earlier question. "Do you have regular days for running errands… a regular pattern for when you grab a cup of coffee or go to the gym?"
"Well… I live by my Blackberry at work… run most of my errands at the same time each week," she confessed. "Jim loves to tease me about being so anal."
"Organized," Jim substituted. "I've never called you anal."
"OK… either works for us. Let's start with the regular errands," Gil interjected.
Nodding, she offered, "I run most of my routine errands on Saturday morning. I usually get my car washed at the Bumpers near my house. Then I run by the dry cleaners… it's the Cottonwood Cleaners down the street from my office."
"Do you ever go to the one over on Eastern Avenue?" Sam asked, hoping to find a link to the one where Libby Stevens had worked.
"No," she responded. "That's way out of my way. I don't go to that part of town much."
Trading a disappointed look with Vega, Gil asked, "Where to next?"
Feeling a little dazed by the sudden, cloying fear eating at her, Casey stared blankly at Gil for a few seconds as she regrouped. "Well, if I need anything from the drug store, I usually go there next… the Medicine Cabinet near my office."
"I sometimes go to the produce market over on Industrial," she ticked off. "There's a bakery on Charleston near the Arts District… The Cookie Jar. They make really great bread and bagels… or I might go to the Mediterranean market on Spring Mountain. Depending on what I'm looking for I sometimes go to an Asian grocery over in the Chinatown Plaza… Lemongrass. I get most of my regular groceries at Nathan's."
"Which one?" Sofia interjected.
Pausing to take a deep breath, Casey replied, "There's one a few blocks from my house… I don't go to any of them every week. I tend to rotate between them. Nathan's is usually my last stop before I run back to the house… even with a cooler, it's too hot to leave groceries in the car too long in Vegas."
"OK, where else?"
Sighing, she added, "I usually stop by the photography gallery over in the Arts District… Freeze Frame. If I need framing or art supplies, there's a little place down the street… U Color My World. I may stop by the post office while I'm in the area. There are several bookstores I like… the used bookstore over on Rainbow near Sahara is my favorite. If Jim's off, we usually have plans… or I may meet friends for lunch or shopping if he's tied up… depends."
"OK… where do you shop for clothes?" Catherine inquired. "I'd love to know where you got that dress."
A distracted smile preceded, "Most of my clothes are original designs made for me by my goddaughter. Bella started her own design house last year. She's always sending me something. She'll be thrilled to know you like her work."
"I take it she doesn't live in Vegas?"
"No, Florida… South Beach," Casey clarified. "Her mom is my best friend… we met at Columbia. I'm godmother to all three of Mitzi's children."
"So… you don't shop locally for clothing?"
Closing her eyes as she rubbed her temples, Casey offered, "I do, but I'm not a shopaholic… well, except for shoes, so I don't go all that often. There's a shoe shop in downtown Henderson… a couple of places at the Forum Shops. A good friend of mine… Betsy Hernandez, owns a shop over in Spring Valley… Bets Boutique. She just added a line of Bella's designs, so I shop there to support them both. I can give you a list of places if it would help."
"Great… how about restaurants?" Sam asked.
"Well… a deli near my office… Purple Daze… the coffee shop at the entrance of my building," she ticked off. "Jim and I meet for breakfast several mornings a week at the Mesa Diner. We have a few favorite restaurants… JT's… The Cuban Café… Oliver's… a little Italian place near my house… In-N-Out. Other than those, we tend to mix it up and try new places."
"OK," Gil pressed. "Saturday morning is mostly errands?"
Nodding, she added, "I try to get most of them finished before noon, so I can have the rest of the day free for when Jim gets up… or I may go in to work if I have a deadline looming. I volunteer at the CASA shelter and at Celebrate Now… usually Wednesday or Friday evenings… the odd lunch hour or evening when my schedule permits."
"When do you workout… and which gym?" Nick prompted.
"I'm a member at the Reps nearest my house. My times vary… I have a Bowflex at home… I jog several mornings a week, so I only go to take a class or swim most of the time. The when depends on my schedule," she supplied. "Usually I go after work… maybe on Saturday mornings if I didn't get there during the week. I tend toward Yoga classes… belly dancing… depends on my mood. They offer those at 9 and 1."
"The Reps on Pinion?" Nick repeated, flipping through his notes to confirm that Jackie Milley, a 29 year old single-mother of two had been a member there as well. The kindergarten teacher had been ID'ed a few weeks before, a Jane Doe found along a desolate stretch of road in Utah.
"Yeah, that's the one," she agreed. "Why?"
Sliding a picture of the woman across the table to her, Nick prompted, "Do you recognize this woman?"
After studying the picture for several seconds, she shook her head. "Sorry, but no I don't. Should I know her?"
Pausing for a moment, he asked, "How long have you been going to that Reps?"
"Since last summer... June I think," Casey offered. "Why?"
"This lady was a member of the same gym, but she disappeared before you joined, so there's no reason for you to have recognized her. I just needed to be sure," Nick replied. "Were you a member somewhere else before joining there?"
Still fixing him with a worried frown, she nodded. "The Works… two blocks down from my office."
"Why did you stop going there?" Sofia asked. "That location must have been more convenient."
"Yeah, but they don't offer as many classes… and…" she began.
"And?" the other woman prompted.
Hesitating, she admitted, "There was a guy… he creeped me out. He came on way too strong… seemed to think he was God's gift. The owner had several complaints about him, including several from me, but he didn't do anything to resolve the problem, so I left. I wasn't the only one… I know of half-a-dozen other women that left about the same time I did."
"Do you remember his name?"
"Tom Keller… he's a doctor, I think," she supplied. "Apparently, the owner didn't want to offend him, so I walked."
"Describe him."
Turning her head to meet her fiancé's gaze, she had no difficulty in reading the anger this information inspired. "5'10" or 11"' maybe… brown hair, thinning on top… Mr. Universe wannabe…"
"Muscular?"
"Oh… well, yes, but… he didn't wear glasses… at least not at the gym," Casey cautioned, mentally comparing the man in question to the sketches she had seen of the Strangler. "The kind of glasses in the sketches… I doubt he could see well enough to leave them in the locker room."
"Maybe," Jim hedged. "Did you notice any tattoos, marks… other distinguishing features?"
Puzzled by the evasive answer, she held his gaze for several seconds trying to understand what he wasn't saying. Finally she shook her head. "Maybe, but… I'm not sure. Catherine said earlier he might be changing his appearance. Does…"
"No scars?"
"I don't remember, but… the man gave off a strange vibe, so I never looked that closely," she admitted, unsure why he were avoiding answering her question. "He's the kind of creep that makes you want to cover up… leave so he can't see you."
"OK… probably nothing more than it seems, but we'll pay him a visit… along with the owner of that gym," Jim promised. "I think you told me the same cleaning service does your house and the offices. Which one?"
"Fitzgerald," she replied. "I was pleased with their work at the office, so I hired them to do my place too."
Pulling a picture of Becky Trotter from the file in front of her, Catherine asked, "Do you recognize this woman?"
"No. I'm sorry, but… no."
"Don't be." Spreading all of the remaining pictures out in front of her, Catherine prompted, "Do you recognize any of these women?"
"No," she murmured, her voice flat and empty of its normal energy, "…other than I remember seeing their pictures in articles on the Strangler."
"Where do you have your car insurance… your homeowner's policies?" Sofia prompted.
"The Honeywell Agency on Spring Valley," Catherine supplied. "The owner is a friend of the real estate agent I used when I bought my house… you know how it works."
"Have you ever been to their offices?" the female detective pressed. Angie Simmons had been an account manager at that location.
Feeling overwhelmed, Casey paused for a moment and stared at the table for several seconds before she could continue. "A couple of times… when I took out the policies... and after I bought a new car and needed to update my coverage. Oh, and… I had to file a claim on my homeowner's policy after a break-in…"
"What? You never told me you'd had a break-in at your place," Brass interjected, reaching out to grab her hand. "When…"
"Someone broke the back window in my garage last year," she offered, twining her fingers with his. "I was out of town on business. Andy… you've know Andy Mitchell, my neighbor… he saw someone in the backyard and called the police. He must have spooked the kid because he ran off before he could stop him. That's when I put in the security system."
"Kid?"
Frowning, she nodded. "There were several break-ins in the neighborhood about that time… lawn mowers and tools stolen from garages or storage sheds. They arrested a teenager that lives several blocks over not long after that… recovered some of the stuff he stole. I assumed…"
Coming to an abrupt halt, she stared at Jim in horror. "Oh, God! You don't think…"
"Probably nothing other than it seems, baby," Jim soothed, giving her hand a squeeze, "but, we'll double-check the facts to be sure. We can't afford to miss anything at this point. Give me the date and I'll follow-up."
Holding his gaze, she finally nodded. "It happened last year before we met… May, I think. I was in New York on business when it happened. That would have been the last time I was in the insurance office until I bought the car. I can check my records and get the date if it would help"
"That would be great. You have a new car?" Nick repeated, hoping to distract her from further questions about the identity of the would-be burglar. Until they knew more, idle speculation was only going to upset her.
Breaking eye-contact with Jim, Casey looked his way. "Yeah… a Porsche Cayman."
"Sweet ride!" Greg interjected.
A sad smile preceded, "My granddad loved performance cars… I helped him rebuilt a couple of roadsters when I was a kid. Porsches remind me of him."
"So… did you buy from a local dealership?" Nick prompted.
Puzzled by the question, she replied, "I brought it at Livingston Motors. Why?"
"What was the name of the salesman you dealt with?" Nick pressed, a non-threatening smile plastered on his handsome face as he waited for her answer.
"Ahh… Doug… Doug something."
"Doug Slann?"
Startled, she nodded. "How…?"
"He was Leann Sullivan's boyfriend," Nick supplied, trading a look with the rest of the team as a possible connection to their victim presented itself. "Dave Potter, the detective that worked the case originally, looked at him pretty hard didn't he, Sofia?"
"Yeah," Sofia agreed. "From what Dave uncovered, Doug and Leann had a pretty volatile relationship… shouting matches…"
"Shouting matches?" Casey repeated, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Yes," Sofia agreed. "Does that trigger a memory?"
Nodding, Casey replied, "When I went by to pick up the car, I was waiting… in the lobby for them to finish detailing it. A woman came storming into the showroom. She and Doug had a huge blowout… he was cheating on her or something."
Sliding a photograph in her direction, Nick prompted, "Is this the woman you saw that day?"
"I… honestly, I wasn't paying that much attention," Casey admitted. "All I remember is blond… young."
"OK. Tell us what happened."
A trembling hand reached up to shove her hair back from her face. "Well… they were both yelling so it was hard to follow… and they were shorthanding it."
"Shorthanding it?" Gil asked, confused by the term.
"Yeah… you know… a couple with a history doesn't start over every time they have an argument," Casey offered. "They shorthand it… a name or a reference that puts the rest out there without the need to repeat it."
"Ah… OK, I know what you mean" the CSI acknowledged, ignoring the faint smirk on Catherine's face that he had needed to ask… again. "So they were arguing… shorthanding it. What happened next?"
Taking a shuddering breath, she continued. "The manager came out and broke it up… threatened to fire Doug… told her to get out and not come back. There were half dozen or so people besides me in the showroom, so he apologized to us… made a joke about getting a floorshow everywhere you go in Vegas. We all laughed… which made her mad as hell. She flounced out in a snit. That's about it."
Nodding, Sofia offered, "That fits with what we know about their relationship… reason Slann was looked at so hard. Apparently, they did that a lot. What was that date?"
Scanning her Blackberry, she replied, "March 5th."
"OK. Let's talk about Tina Ortiz for a moment," Gil began, adding the date to his notes. "You said you knew she was having an affair with Tony Osteen. Did he tell you or did you find out from someone else?"
"Ah… well, I didn't know it was Tina until later, but his wife showed up at the Celebration site not long after work began. Allie was out for blood from what I heard," Casey recalled. "Their fight… the fact he was having an affair were common knowledge by the end of the shift. You know how workplace gossip takes on a life of its own."
"Oh, yeah… know it well," Catherine agreed. "How did you find out Tina was the other woman?"
"Worst way imaginable," Casey sighed. "I walked in on them in the construction trailer bathroom. They forgot to lock the door. It was months before I could look Tony in the eye."
"Ouch… the eyes or anywhere else," the CSI sympathized. "What else can you tell us about her?"
"Well… I think I mentioned this already, but we volunteered at the same women's shelter… and at Celebrate Now. We were both members of a couple of civic groups," was the distracted reply. "The thing is… I didn't really know Tina. Their affair bothered me, so I avoided her whenever I could. I don't remember having a real conversation with her more than a handful of times."
"OK, we get that. We just need to make sure we've looked at this from all angles. We never know when we might find a vital lead," Catherine gently explained. "Is there anything about her that stands out in your memory?"
Sighing, Casey paused briefly before offering, "She showed up at the ER when Tony took me there for stitches..."
"Whoa… stitches?" Jim demanded.
"Yeah, a stupid incident at the job site," she supplied, absently reaching up to rub a faint scar barely visible under the fringe of her bangs. "I was there to finalize the details of the first part of the demo work. There was a woman arguing with a couple of the security guards… I think they found her behind one of the buildings… working. She lost it and threw a broken bottle at one of them… he ducked and it clipped me… here. Tony took me to the ER for stitches."
"You needed stitches?"
Sighing, Casey nodded, "Tina showed up an hour or so later… the ER was packed so, we'd to wait. I guess she was hoping they could grab a little alone time using me for cover… pissed me off royally. I wasn't in the mood to be accommodating."
"Did you speak to her?" Catherine asked.
"No… Tony saw my reaction and got her out of there before I could say anything. He came back within a few minutes," Casey replied. "He was angry with her… pissed with the guards for letting that woman get onto the site. He was in rant mode… I think he thought they were letting the hookers use the site in exchange for freebies. Apparently, the one that threw the bottle had been a problem for a while… even knew her by name… Justine… Something. He kept muttering…"
"Justine?" Gil interjected, clearly surprised by this piece of information. Trading a look with Sofia Curtis, he insisted, "You're sure that was her name?"
Puzzled, she looked over at the lab's night shift supervisor. "Yeah, actually I am. Tony kept repeating himself. My head was throbbing so it kind of… got stuck in my memory."
Flipping through the files in front of her, Sofia pulled out a photograph and slid it in Casey's direction. "This is a picture of a prostitute that grew up in the area around the Celebration site. She was recently identified as one of the unknown Jane Does found in Lincoln County. Is it possible she's the one that threw the bottle at you, Casey?"
After studying the picture for several seconds, she finally admitted, "I'm not sure… I wasn't really paying her any attention. I was talking to Tony and Phil Bridges. One of the guards shouted, 'look out'… I turned in time to see the bottle coming at me, but not in time to duck. After that… I was dazed and bleeding, so I didn't get a good look at her. Justine is all I remember, but… Tony would know."
"And Tina showed up at the ER hoping to see him?" Catherine completed, trading a look with Brass. The connections were starting to line up… with Casey at the center of the converging lines.
"That's about the size of it," Casey agreed. "I had a splitting headache… needed seven stitches, so I wasn't very welcoming. Tony jumped in quickly… pulled her outside and sent her home."
"Was that the last time you saw Tina?"
"No, I ran into her a couple of times last summer." Pausing, she added, "Now that I think… I ran into her at the sales office for one of Bill Dorton's developments. I'm pretty sure that was the last time I saw her."
"At a sales office?"
Too drained to notice the spike in interest that comment generated, Casey nodded. "Tina drove up as I was leaving. We talked for a few minutes… she was complaining about her shoes hurting her feet… fabulous pair of Manolo Blahniks I'd been lusting over for months. I remember teasing her that bare feet wouldn't go with her look. Stupid thing to remember, right?"
Brass felt his heart skip a beat as she shared the last story. Ignoring her comment, he asked one of his own. "What's the name of that development, baby?"
Casey turned to study him trying to understand the sudden tension in his voice. "Rio Pueblo. Why?"
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Returning to the conference room after settling Casey in his office, Jim observed, "We need to start running down some of the leads she gave us immediately. Connie can keep an eye on her while I'm out."
"Has it occurred to her that she won't be able to leave and go home yet… that it might be a while before she can?" Catherine asked. "She crossed paths with more of our victims than she realizes… the odds he hasn't see her aren't good."
"And that can't be a coincidence," Vega inserted. "She's our common denominator... the link we've been looking for."
Glaring on the other detective, Jim growled, "Are you suggesting she's involved…"
Holding up his hand to halt Brass's angry defense of his lover, Sam clarified, "Bad choice of words. That's not what I meant. Whether he's following her or her routines take her into his feeding grounds doesn't matter; Casey's the key. Hell, I'm willing to bet she crossed paths with some of the others too… the art supply place she mentioned was one of the last places Robin Gifford was seen the day she disappeared."
"Yeah," Sofia interjected, "and Lindsey Plato was an art student at WLVU. That store was on the list of places where she shopped. Casey might not have worked with her, but her insurance policies are with the same agency where Angie Simmons worked. Becky Trotter worked for the same cleaning service that does both her office and home."
"Fitzgerald is one of the largest cleaning companies in Vegas," Jim pointed out. "The odds of her cleaning for Casey…"
"What are the odds of her crossing paths with three of our victims, Jim… four if Justine Olivetti turns out to be the woman that threw the bottle at her?" Sofia observed. "Remote at best. Add in the photo evidence Archie's generated… Hell, you met her while you were investigating Tina Ortiz's murder."
"We need to map this all out, but it seems clear to me we've found overlap in our cases… common stores or chains… places," Gil agreed. "Sam's right. She's the key… or at least helps connects some of the dots. My bet is… he's stalking her and grabbing women that catch his eye in the process."
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A/N --- Well, at least you can't say I write short chapters!! ;-D
Feedback would be appreciated. Sigh, not a single comment on the last chapter. Sigh! Anyway, more to come soon. I'm currently working on Chapter 30'something and hope to finish Design in the next few weeks, RL permitting. My game plan is to post at least one chapter a week, maybe more if I'm properly encouraged… hint, hint!
2-12-2010