March 20, 2005 Henderson, Nevada “Are you going out with him again tonight?” Sarah asked. She reached across the counter and snagged an apple from the bowl. Taking a bite of it, she watched Josie dig around in the refrigerator with a measured looked. “Do you really think that is wise?” “Why wouldn’t it be wise?” Josie asked, looking at her roommate over the refrigerator door. “Well, you hardly know this man – he could be an serial killer, a rapist, or God knows what; yet the past four nights, you’ve been out with him.” “I doubt he’s a serial killer or a rapist,” Josie laughed out, pouring herself a glass of soda. “Trust me, Neville isn’t the type.” “Really,” Sarah drawled, her voice laced with sarcasm. “I bet that’s what Jeffery Dahmer’s dates said about him.” “Damn it, Sarah! I’m not stupid. We meet in public places, it’s not like I’m really ever alone with him; although the more time I spend with him the more time I want alone with him.” “I never said you were stupid, Josie. I just –...