She could recall every minute detail, down to the whirring sound that they made when they moved, to the subtle checker pattern that was visible on the...black housing when they caught the light at just the right angle. His dark hair, the scars on his tanned skin, those dark eyes that radiated such self-assurance.She replayed the interrogation in her head, blanking out the two agents and focusing on the Chief. Moralez, that was his real name, but his title afforded him a status that she found. I knew we were ready. Dave and I had made certain of that two weeks earlier, so I suspected that Bob really wanted to talk to me.I met Bob at Pearson Airport late Thursday morning. It was finally getting back to something resembling normal after September 11th. He had been in Moncton for a day, making sure Elizabeth Cormier was ready to take over there. Bob looked good; fit and tanned. He'd obviously been able to get out and enjoy the summer weather. We shook hands in the baggage area and I. And putting again in her dhothi.i understood the situation. And moved away from that room. The next morning I was going to the bathroom back side of housesit saw riya looking so hot. She was bending for me to show her bobs’ was just standing there. Excited forgetting of my bathroom. Then she made the impossible. She lifted her dhoti and showed me the pubic area. then I cant control my feeling and singled her to come the bathroom’s went and closed the door, waiting and thinking for hereto enjoy. A lanky militiamen soon appeared, looking hopeful, and I hit him in the head with a piece of cord wood. He fell like a tree so I hauled him back to the hay with the other man, who was moaning some by this time. I knelt to keep the girls from seeing what I was doing and dispatched both of them with a jab to the chest with Magda's knife. Killing vermin was the way I thought of it. They hardly bled.Then, since I could hear the mother yelling and cussing, I headed toward the inn despite the girls.