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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Old Drew Id" data-source="post: 981845" data-attributes="member: 12175">Session 2 (5/14/2003) PancakesSession 2 (5/14/2003) PancakesAt eight o’clock on Thursday morning, the International House of Pancakes was surprisingly dead, except for one table where Taylor was reading the paper and trying to avoid watching Joe see just how much bacon he could shove into his mouth at one time. She considered making a comment about cannibalism, but just then Brother Cooper and Willie walked in. Willie hobbled over to a seat and winked at the approaching waitress. He ordered coffee while Brother Cooper sized up the menu. He ordered a surprisingly large amount of food, and between him and Joe, Taylor was glad that she had decided to sit at a table instead of trying to squeeze into a booth.Taylor pulled out her small disposable camera and turned to Brother Cooper and Willie. “Before I forget, I want to take your pictures.”Brother Cooper removed his cowboy hat and set it down in an empty chair next to him. He grinned as she took his picture. “What are these for?” Brother Cooper asked, as Taylor snapped a picture of Willie. “Um…scrapbook.” Taylor mumbled, and turned again to Joe. “Nope, no no no no no,” Joe held up his hand in front of his face. “I would prefer to avoid any kind of photographic evidence that I know you. Thank you very much.”Taylor shrugged and stuck the camera back in her purse. “So, Joseph, Ms. Chu,”  asked Brother Cooper, “did either of you have any trouble sleeping last night?”Taylor shook her head, “I slept fine. I stayed up late reading a bunch of books from the library.”Joe grunted over a mouthful of eggs, and reached down into his ever-present backpack. After a moment, he withdrew a book and waved it over to Brother Cooper. “What does the front of this book say?”Brother Cooper furrowed his brow and glanced at the book, “Joe Necromonicon…hold it still I can’t read the rest…”“Crap…forget it..” Joe pulled the book back and started to put it away. Then he brightened, “Hey, wait, here hold the book, preacher. Okay, now just flip it open to a random page and just read something. Yeah, anything you want, just read a line or two…Okay, now look at the cover of the book.”“Why, was it supposed to look different or something now?” Brother Cooper asked.“Crap…no, forget it.” And this time Joe shoved the book into the bottom of his backpack and zipped it shut. “Well, just so you know, Wilson and I were up on the phone together for half the night--”“What? Are you two high school girls now?” Taylor asked as she returned to her paper.“Pardon? Um…anyhow, we were praying.” Brother Cooper finished.  He then related how he had spotted an intruder in his home, but then had searched the entire place and found no evidence of anyone. When he was finished with his story, Willie told everyone how he had found his book moved from where he had left it, and how he had similarly searched his apartment for an intruder, but to no avail. After they had finished, Brother Cooper’s pancakes arrived, and the group fell silent until the waitress had left them again. “So, I figured that might be why you called for us to meet over breakfast,” Guyzell surmised.Taylor shook her head, “No, I called you to see this.” She dropped the newspaper onto the table so that the rest of the group could read an article she had circled. There had been another attack last night. This time, at the Sports Medicine Center, at UAB. The article offered few exact details, except that there had been evidence of vandalism, including a loss of electrical power, and something which the paper referred to as “gang signs” had been carved into one of the walls. More frighteningly, there had been a murder this time. A janitor had apparently stumbled upon the vandals during the act and had been stabbed to death. The newspaper did not make any connection between this most recent crime and the previous events at the church or the library. “Sposh Medisha Shenda?” Joe garbled, while trying to swallow a pancake whole. He looked excited and dove back into his backpack, half of the pancake still hanging from his mouth. After emitting a stomach-turning slurping sound, he turned back around. The pancake was swallowed and he was flipping through a folder from his backpack. “Sports Medicine Center? Here it is… look at this!”Joe laid out a printout on top of the newspaper. The printout was from Google. It was the results of a search on “list Scorse charity donations.” The results were listed in order of relevance. At the top of the list: Mountain View Church. Next, the Ward Library in Vestavia. Next, the Sports Medicine Center, at UAB. The list continued on after that.</blockquote>

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