Stud was actually feeling good about himself as he stood on first base grinning from ear to ear. But his good mood faded like a rose in winter when Samuel Broncolski came out to run for him.

Broncolski, 37, had been picked up off waivers a week earlier. Desperate to hang on to a fading career, the Combers were a last chance team for him.

"Lets go grab a beer," suggested Mike as Stud stepped from the shower.

"Like this"? asked Stud, wrapping a towel around his waist.

"Ah, said White Bread. You might want to get dressed first."

"I was just kidding, laughed Stud. A beer sounds great. Just give me a couple of minutes to get dressed."

"I need a hair cut," thought Stud as he ran a comb through his still wet hair.

"Ready to go, Mike"? asked Stud.

"Where are you going"? asked Conneras he walked up behind his teammates, "For a beer, answered Mike. Want to join us"?

"Why not," replied Connor.

"Have they identified the second figure on the security tape"? asked Ivory.

Reynolds shook his head.

"The tech people are still working on it," replied Reynolds.

"I wish they would hurry up, sighed Ivory. That second image is probably our murderer. Have they identified that set of prints found in the car"?