." Key muttered darkly, regarding her mirrored 'dairy air' over her shoulder.She sighed, discarding the notion that this might be some deliberate form...of public humiliation.Plus there was nothing really to be done about it now and she certainly wasn't body shy.It just somehow struck her as a tad improper for a wedding.Her general inspection came to a halt when she reached and mechanically began strapping on the outfit's elaborate dress holster."What the hell?" Key snapped realizing the snap. He hasn’t been. Regardless, I really do need the help, so I accept it. He takes me by the shoulder and leads me to a nearby bench, which in my haste I fall dizzily onto, and with force slouch against the brick wall upon my landing. He puts a hand behind my head before I hit it. The metal slats are painted brown, and in my haze, I mistake them for wood. Of course it doesn’t matter, except that I am extremely surprised by how cold and smooth the object is. My thighs clench, my eyes widen,. Dawn went into the kitchen and began preparing dinner. Danny went to the den. He was in no mood for eating but he didn't stop his wife from preparing the dinner. At least that kept her away from him. "She still thinks she was on a noble mission," thought Danny angrily. He stared blankly ahead while his mind kept going over each bit of conversation he had had with his wife. Dawn had retired to bed a long time back. When she had called him for dinner, he had dismissed her with a wave of his hand.. The final straw was when his house was burned. Or maybe it was when he discovered a hit team was on the way. A hit team dispatched by the FBI agent sent to keep me alive.His skepticism made him the ideal person for the job. The 'Just Act' case on his desk seemed to be both plumb and level. His recommendation was going to be, tell the kid convicted in the death of another kid whose only crime was not being a street thug, That his DNA was everywhere since he cut himself while stabbing the victim..