That was perfectly fine with me. I had over eighty million in the bank after taxes, not counting the previous day’s load of gold and what I’d just...brought back.I received an interesting call from the securities and exchange commission, inquiring as to the sources of my sudden burst of transactions dealing in investment grade metals. I asked if the trace metals within the bars matched that of any other specie that they’d seen.He said no, and that was the only thing that kept them from sending. "Come on, donUt be like that! I love you!" You don't love me! You never loved me!" she screamed. "You're not capable of love! You're only capable of loving yourself. I told you, get out! I'm gonna call the cops if you don't. I mean it!" she yelled."Just listen to me, okay? I'm telling you I'm sorry, and I mean it." I hate you Ryan."He put his face in his hands. "I love you," he repeated in a whisper. "I fucking love you Jen!" It's over Ryan. It is over!"He shook his head, saying, "No, baby,. "I can also tell you that the same car dropped her just a block from the cruise ships, also with no way to ID the driver." Fran sounded ejected."Ok. I've got it now. It was Billie doing the driving, and the car is the one Othneal used. It was kept behind the restaurant, so it might have been Billie's all along, but that doesn't matter unless you can find a registration for it somewhere. Billie is Othneal's sister. You saw the pictures and video. They were horrifically abused by their mother,. Kate felt Becky's hands tug at her back, moving up and down without conscious control. After a few moments she broke the kiss and looked down into Becky's face. Her eyes were still closed. Then they slowly opened revealing satisfaction and long suppressed yearning. "I'll see you at seven," said Kate. Then she got up and let herself out.* * * Becky had trouble going back to sleep, her excitement overcoming her need for recuperation. She lay in bed thinking about the kiss, thinking about what it.