"Heard what, Seliah?" asked Hood.

"You tell me what."

She tapped the laptop screen to life and called up the e-mail she had highlighted. "This is one is… representative." From: Sean Gravas [sGravas23@zephyr.net] Sent: Wednesday, September 14, 2011 5:33 a.m. To: Gravas, Seliah Subject: good morning My Dear Seliah, Miss every bit of you, Sel. Want to kiss your LIPS again and again and… Weirdass dreams last night, now I can't sleep. So I'm writing you. Sometimes I think you're back in the bedroom here. Once I started making you a cup of coffee like I used to, trying to be your COFFEE BOY then I realized you were there and I was here.

But I'm doing all this for MONEY, right? Business is good and I'm making solid bucks but I'll come home to you someday and I won't LET you away from me. You will be my captive pleasure slave and I will be YOURS. I feel completely different now than before Costa Rica. Those two weeks in the jungle and on the volcano changed me. I believe that SOMETHING or SOMEONE is walking by my side, helping me accomplish what I want to do. I feel protected. I pray that GOD or JESUS will answer and direct me but I haven't heard back. I can't discuss details but a very large deal is about to go down and I'm a part of it. I'm the CENTER of it.

I wish I could tell you more about what I'm doing but that wouldn't be smart. There are cops and feds and bugs and wires and stoolies and creeps all over the place and loose lips sink ships so no details, sorry. Just starting to get light out. I ache for you. I mean that LITERALLY, my hamstrings ache and my lats ache and those glands under my jaws ache and talk about blue balls. I think it's all the LOVE I have for you trying to get OUT. Until I can hold you, these words are my butterflies and I hereby release them to bring my love to YOU. Your, Sean