Bob was writing up a report on a recent case he worked. He was now on his way to being a detective, and he wanted to work hard for it. A rookie approached his desk. "Hey Bob, you got mail." he said, and left. Bob looked at the envelope which contained no return address. 

[quote]
 Dear Mr. Skuller,
You are cordially invited to join myself and a small group of other individuals, much like yourself, for a short vacation in my cabin hidden away in the woods of southeast Missouri. Please bring 5 days worth of clothing, your swimwear (if you'd like), and anything else you might want or need for the stay.
If you agree to come (which would be in your best interest, as I'm sure you don't want to [b]run over[/b] my generosity ) please be at the Cape Girardeau Reginal airport between 10 am and 3 pm two Fridays from now.
Signed Mr. X 
[/quote]

He read it again, and he immediately felt something fishy about the letter, especially since the words in bold meant something to him. They reminded him of the girl he saw run over by a suspect he let go. His thoughts finished processing, and he figured he must go to this Mr. X, whom obviously knew what happened. Bob wanted to know why he sent this letter, why he asked Bob to meet. 

Bob filed for leave, which was immediately approved, and soon, Friday came. He landed at the airport and saw a man carrying a board with his name on it, and he approached him. "Hey. I'm Bob Skuller." he said, and the man nodded. He asked Bob to follow him, and Bob was brought and left to an area where a woman stood. 

"Hey," Bob said. "Are you going to Mr. X's too? I'm Bob, by the way. Bob Skuller."