With a hoarse voice he spoke. “Hello, Tres. I’m sorry to meet under these circumstances. But I’m sure you understand. Your friend here has made ...he wise decision of leaving your Mr. Isaac for someone who truly has power. Isn’t that right, friend?” And he turned to Glen. Glen smiled. It scared me somehow. Returning his eyes to me he chuckled. “Now if you’ll excuse me I have business to attend to.” Leveling the barrel of his gun at my forehead I braced myself for death. Wheeling around he. .. A definite possibility, but he probably would not allow me a quick death, would he? No. Khalid would have to find a way that would allow him to take his time. A slow acting poison, perhaps ... yes, he would draw out the torture, probably tie me down, slowly poisoning me, until the exquisite end."The old woman's eyes had taken on an almost dreamy look and Christine could not decide if the look resulted from a memory or her imagination. Erik chuckled and Christine gasped."What the hell? My. We have some important guests coming todinner tonight, and Mom wants to make a good impression.* *Need any help?* *That would kinda defeat the purpose, y'know?* *Good point. See ya soon.*"Darn it!" Angel's mother seemed only mildly upset, but she decided toinvestigate anyway. "What's the problem?" "It's these new wrinkles. I still haven't gotten the hang of compensatingfor them when I do my makeup." "You know," Angel began. "I could get rid of them for you." "What?" "I can get rid of your. He thought I was a woman but I'danswered the phone using my normal 'John' voice.'Crap I hope this works the way I think it does,' I thought whileconcentrating on changing my voice, and nothing but my voice, to be thatof the woman I looked like at the moment. I felt a slight tickle in mythroat and hoped it had worked. "I'm okay just had something caught in mythroat," I said in a much different voice than the one I'd answered thephone with."You're not getting sick are you? If you are I can cancel.