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"You didn’t either," she repeated, distressed She was typing away on her laptop

"Fan clubs!" I said, htly appalled "He has fan clubs And ha hole in it Metaphorically Hundreds of women, possibly thousands, knew more about Reyes Alexander Farrow than I did

"Why would anyone create a fan club for an in "Apparently, there are women out there who become obsessed with prisoners They scour news articles and court documents until they find prisoners who are attractive, then they make it their mission in life to either prove that prisoner is innocent--as they all profess to be--or they just admire him from afar Neil said it’s almost like a coree, but think about it The pickin’s are pretty slim for these men Maybe women do it because they know they’ll al to reject a wo to the prison to visit? What do these wolanceall this exceptionally well"

"Not really," I said, shaking my head "I think I’m in shock I mean, holy cow, they tell stories"

Cookie see a site on her laptop as I drove to one Elaine Oake’s house Her eyes ide and slightly lovestruck "And they have pictures"

"And they tell stories Wait, what? They have pictures?" I decided, in the interest of transportation safety, to pull to the side of the highway I hit the hazard lights then looked over at Cookie’s screen Holy mother of banana cream pie They had pictures

An hour later, we stood at the doorstep of the woman I could refer to only as Stalker Chick I et information on Reyes? To steal froood reason

A tall, thin woman opened the door Her blond hair was cut short and styled to look le hair on her head was not exactly where she wanted it to be

"Hello, Ms Oake?"

"Yes," she said, her voice holding the slightest hint of annoyance

"We’re here to ask you about Reyes Farrow"

"I have hours posted" She pointed to a sign over her doorbell "Can you come back then?"