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here." Yet, Macaluso was reeling with connections, garbage, Teson, a wedding reception, dirty pictures, a poet? Then it hit him, "Not A poet. Holy shit. A nut job head whacking poet? Christ Shannon! Don't tell me he chopped somebody's head off!" "I shouldn't have mentioned him. Forget that.." "That's not an answer." ".. He .. he has his.. his.. " "Axe!" ".. ways. Any way there won't be any more flattering photos of you." "Ohhhhhhh, shit! That - is an answer! You gonna tell me.." Shannon nudged herself out of his way then spun wagging her finger, "That Johnson kid is a mean son of a bitch with all sorts of nasty dealings and involvements. A ladies man, they call him Big Johnson, if you know what I mean. That's where he gets his big money." "From his Johnson?" "Duh. The dealings. Crime. He's a crook. Don't you get it? The Teson students found him out. They uncovered his slime. There was so much money being pulled out of the finances of AmeriMed, that they could not possibly cover even their own actuarial estimates. Real transactions did not even slightly tally with recorded medical expenditures. Why the hell do you think I've been so glum these last two weeks?" "You were?" "Uuuuuggggghhhhh. You... youuuu... uuuuggggghhhhh. AmeriMed is just one of at least three HMOs which are, in reality, one entity. Three guesses who the three are." making sideways eye gestures toward the room of auditors. "A front," Mac nodded, paused, "For what?"