After one of our meetings, I was startled to realize that Monica was probably the best friend I'd ever had in my life. I hadn't had a close girlfriend growing up, and this brilliant, beautiful, kind and honest blonde girl had made it obvious she thought I hung the moon. She was well on her way to becoming the sister I'd never had. When this was over and we could relax, we were going to have some great times together.
I had started to think of us as the Three Musketeers, battling Evil in our somewhat unorthodox way. I was spending ten to twelve hours a day putting together what we knew, figuring out what we needed next, and documenting everything for an airtight case against Silvio. Once a week, I turned myself into Silvio's defense attorney, and tried to find the holes in our case. My hat
