A quick check of the clock beside the hotel room bed told Gavin that it was already mid-afternoon. He'd shovelled a room service meal into himself —...nothing fancy, just a burger and fries — and was determined to get back to his research as quickly as possible."I let myself get carried away with the excitement," he thought, "instead of spending all that time reading about Sinclair, I should have been looking at Rose Latour, she's the one I need to find."That was the next order of business — to. In Paul Findley's spacious and luxurious office, best-selling books were born. Usually a book began as a germ of an idea in the sexually obsessed mind of Findley himself. The privacy he needed to come up with such ideas was assured by his secretary, sexy and attractive Mrs. Walters - Margo, who guarded his door like it was the entrance to Fort Knox. The only way anyone could get past her and into Findley's sanctuary, was by invitation from the great man himself.When the idea for a book sprang. Shit, this wasn’t going to work. I couldn’t start destroying the ceiling and have it falling all over everyone. I sighed; my shoulders were going to hate me.“Everyone squish over there. I’m going to bust a hole into the filing room. I can’t bring down the ceiling on top of all your heads,” I grumped as I lined up my right shoulder and activated another charge of my ring.“He really has gotten a lot bigger, hasn’t he,” Kelly observed out loud to no one in particular.“Yeah! I told you so! I’ve. Ajit had helped her before but that had been back before she had been changed by her night in the hotel room.These shelves had accumulated books over the years and she had never understood why the books hadn’t all been moved to the library, but they hadn’t and they collected dust. It didn’t seem as though any of the custodial staff figured dusting the books was part of their job description so she had taken on the duty herself.She got a ladder from Cortes, the day custodian, and when Ajit got.