Talk among yourselves, quietly. Stay there. Wait. The one you call Joe will come, or another if that one is dead." No, he will not," murmured Igwanda...."Not past Montieri and Zo, unless I tell them. I need to go back. You all will be safe here. Wait until I return or call." He lifted himself easily back into the passage to begin the return trek.As soon as he was in the main passage he used his communicator to contact his troopers. "What has been happening, Montieri?" he asked."Nothing at all,. This was raw work, nothing fancy. I measured what sizes I would need and set up the beams so I could cut them with the gas torch. I laid everything out in the manner I wanted it be then using the wire feed arc, welded the pieces together. Once they were all put together, I got Tom and Al to help me stand the rack up and move it to the wall. The rack was heavy and stable enough to not move but I still welded it to the two beams holding up the building at that location.While I was doing the rack. On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candle-light, put on some soft background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of spring-water.When she had finished, she went into each and every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimp shells dipped in caviar into the hollow of the curtain rods.She then cleaned up the kitchen and left. When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss for the first few. When Gary admitted similar feelings, Silky suggested that he come down for a visit. Gary countered the suggestion and asked that his friend drive up to his place. It was with embarrassment that Silky confessed that his car was on its last legs and couldn't handle a road trip. Then he suggested that if Gary waited a month he would take delivery on a new vehicle by then. Gary didn't want to wait and neither did Silky.It took another week for them to assure each other that they were not serial.