A/N: Well, my issues did not get fixed with the chapter I was trying to upload due to some weirdness in the time/space continuum, but I found a way around it. I was planning to start out next chapter with this, but decided it warranted its own chapter while I work on Chapter 39 Chapter Thirty Eight:
Saturday, November 1, 1997 – Los Angeles, CA – 5:28 p.m.
A few panes of window in the warehouse allowed only a small stream of light to squeeze through into the warehouse. The second floor was lined with cubicles occasionally lit here and there with tiny lamplight. Behind these equally makeshift boudoirs, the activity was something for which the participants paid by the hour and would not want advertised. Incense burned to mask the smell of sweat, stale water and damp lumber.
Behind the closed doors of what had once been an office, the screams of a man begging for his life could not be heard at the other end of the abandoned building.
Large, noisy fans took care of that.
"I told you to finish that hick bastard!" said a male voice with a high pitched tone and spit spewing out with each 's' before another thwack that silenced the screams while the large, noisy fans returned to performing their primary function.