Right now, I think you and I will get out while Bethany watches. She isn't a good shot yet but she can shoot in the general direction of trouble. You ...re our best shot so you will provide active cover. I will go forward. I have the fighting skills to have a chance of making it back to the truck with your help."We need to prepare how to do this before we get too far into meeting people. You're right to be cautious and we really aren't prepared. Let's go with that as a plan for now." Okay, if. Carly Evans was her name, and she sounded quite capable after speaking with her for a few minutes over the phone. She was available so I arranged for her to come over in the next hour.I was very surprised when I answered the door."Carly!!!" I exclaimed."Hey Grant. I thought and hoped that it was you" she replied as I showed her inside.We knew each other. She was the little girl next door to where Helen and I lived in matrimonial bliss (ha ... ha ... ha!!). I showed her into the lounge room. ‘This is temporary,’ I said coldly. ‘So is this!’ she exclaimed, ‘I’m not moving to New York forever, just ninety days! I’ll be back before my birthday!’ ‘You’ll miss Kimmy and Todd’s baby being born!’ I shot back. I admit, it was a desperate shot. ‘So what? I told Kimmy, she understands. She was ecstatic for me!’ Abby said. Her voice was shrill. Not angry. Shrill. She sighed and flopped back against the kitchen counter, ‘I thought you would be too.’ she said in a sulky, pouting voice. Her. I look good and I look younger. I'd shaved down there in the morning in anticipation of our 7 PM tryst... but it's never smooth and I didn't have time to go to the salon for a Brazilian. But someone had given me one... I was soft to the touch. I wondered if it was the brute or the maid. I hoped it was the brute.The maid came in as I did a pirouette for the mirror. She smiled and asked me to follow her. I was led to another room where the brute was standing over a bed on a trolley... it was a.