(Or not. I suddenly realize I don’t know how long I’ve been in here, I don’t know whether there’s anyone in the lobby or even in the mall. It ...ould be midnight for all I know. I can’t look at my watch.) That just makes it more important that I snap out of this. I focus all my efforts on my eyes, trying just to blink once. If I can blink, then I can move. If I can move, I can run. If I can run, I can get away. I need to blink, that’s all. I just need to blink. ‘Row L, Seat 4.’ The words trigger. She got up and started pacing. “Detective Clay said he has a lot of things he could charge Ron with, but with Ron’s power and money, none of it is big enough to matter and certainly not enough to get him off the streets and away from me. He will get me now if you don’t help, he knows where I am, and that picture was just the kind of warning he would get a kick out of sending. And what Detective Clay doesn’t know about Ron is that he is just twisted and sick enough that he won’t send someone to. "I seem to have lost my access code," she said."That's easy," he said, breathing a sigh of relief. "Actually, I can reset that from my desk if it ever--" I don't think you understand," she said, coming around the desk and sitting on the couch next to him, then reaching to her front and unbuttoning her top button. "I believe I lost it in here," she said, and she grabbed his hand and slid it between her two enormous round breasts, pushing it down past the top of her brassiere into a clammy,. They both started talking at once as soon as the door was closed. Lisa finally had to tell them to shut up. When they were quiet she turned to Allan and said, "What the hell happened?!"Allan said, "We were in the family room watching television with dad. Mom was finishing up in the kitchen. Dad got up and said he'd be right back. He went upstairs to check his email. We didn't think anything of it until five minutes later. We heard him stomping down the stairs yelling mom's name and he didn't.