AfterNet 01 - Good Cop Dead Cop

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godBpraised: thank god you finally showed up. I was getting bored.
jollycopper: Seems to me like you were being mom back there.
godBpraised: the recently dead can be so immature
jollycopper: Jesus claims to be recently dead?
godBpraised: Not him, the other one.
jollycopper: OK, whatever. I looked over your report. Detective Rollins already explained the police department can’t actually investigate a missing disembodied person, right?
godBpraised: yes, but he said he knew someone who might help
jollycopper: That would be me. Can I ask why you’re so concerned about Ms. Johnson? His notes say you only recently met online.
godBpraised: yes, she died just a month ago in a stupid traffic accident. she’s a Ft Carson army soldier and she got sent to India as part of the “peacekeeping mission”. She seemed to really need someone to talk to.
jollycopper: Did she have problems with her religious beliefs?
godBpraised: Yes, I’m afraid its a familiar story. A very religious person and I think a vrey good person. When she died, she felt abandoned by God. we met in this chat room. We talked a lot. I think talking to a living person comforted her.
jollycopper: Why’s that, do you think?
godBpraised: Ive been alive a long time. Im 82 and thank God still haelthy, but I had a scare last year,had a stroke. I was prepared to move on and meet my friends online, but I got better. still cant type worth a damn. And I told her God gave us a gift when we discovered the atferlife. We chant question the timing of that gift, anymore than I can question why I had a stroke or why I got better.
jollycopper: I guess that’s the only attitude that makes sense.
godBpraised: That’s right, young … how old where you when you died.
jollycopper: 62
godBpraised: I guess your young compared to me then.
jollycopper: So, you arranged to meet at a church?
godBpraised: her idea. I took a bus down from Cheyenne to meet her.
jollycopper: What church?
godBpraised: Daniels AME, on 33rd Street. I guess she knew the minister there.
jollycopper: What do you think happened to her?
godBpraised: She said she was going somewhere Saturday night. meet some people, mix with the living. I said that might be a good idea. so I think shes stuck somewhere in a room or a closet or something stupid. shes doesn’t have the instincts yet to check ehr exits
jollycopper: She’ll probably get out eventually. We all do.
godBpraised: its not a good time for her to be trappd Think you can do something?
jollycopper: The best I can do is see when and where she was last logged in and backtrack from there. I assume you’ve been looking for her?
godBpraised: I have messages everywhere and I keep checking all teh chat areas.
jollycopper: Tell me if you find her. I’ll also check out the church, ask around.
godBpraised: thank you. I should go. I think jesus jus insulted john the Baptist
    Munroe left the chat room. The old woman had impressed him and he added her name to his address book. Then he tackled his next task, Brian Thompson’s blog.
    Brian used blogger, the same as Munroe. Brian’s last entry was Dec. 9. His mother had posted messages asking him to contact her, the most recent posted yesterday. I wonder if I can ask Google if Brian’s accessed his account since Dec. 11.
    The page was a standard template. It was the usual young person’s blog, started when he was alive, a two-month gap around the time he died, then a lot of entries from around the world when he started his trip. There were a lot of photos of Brian with his friends — a nice if slightly dense-looking kid who enjoyed outdoor activities and school athletics. One girl appeared in several early photos and in some of them, she and Brian were either hugging or kissing. Reading some of his early posts, Munroe guessed she was Brian’s girlfriend, Karen. About three months before he died, however, he said they broke up. But reading between the lines, he guessed that she left him.
    After his death, there were understandably fewer pictures. Some of the pictures were probably lifted from tourism websites: Piccadilly Circus, the Eiffel Tower and the Cologne cathedral. And there were some pictures probably taken by phones, of people at restaurants and bars and in homes. They were probably people Brian had met online while traveling who had forwarded the pictures to him.
    But to make up for the lack of pictures, Brian started writing a lot. He looked at the first entry posted after Brian’s