"Kim, you don't know this guy. Even if you did meet him last year, you don't know what he's been up to lately."Kim rolled her eyes and an edge crept i...to her voice. "Dammit John, I'm going to do what I want. Your brother and I broke up last month, and he's already dating Jackie anyway. So quit trying to look out for his interests."John sighed in defeat and turned around, starting back to his group. Halfway there, he turned back and said to me, "You make sure she calls us if you go anywhere. “What do you think? No? Too skanky? Okay, how about this?” She held up a low-rise side-tie bikini. I frowned and shook my head.“I don’t know what to tell you, princess. I don’t have any board shorts.”“Do you have a one piece?”“Yeah, but it’s a french cut thong. Your whole ass will be hanging out.”“Fine, I’ll take it.”“Are you sure? It’s not less modest than a one piece. He’ll be able to see the dimples in the small of your back.”“I’m looking for more of the, um, ya know, frontal modesty.”She. You calculated every last detail and planned it so you're not doing anything too complicated. Besides, the police won't take a twitchy phantom thief seriously."These words have more of an impact on you, causing you to arch your back and steel your resolve. You pull out your police radio and voice changer and turn them both on. Setting the voice changer, you call out into the radio in a man's voice, "This is Captain Flynn, suspicious shadows confirmed on the roof of the Atlantis Hotel. I want. It was a warm and pleasant Autumn night, the sort that people called "Indian Summer". Normally, the Wheatsheaf would have been filled, but some American rock stars had flown into Heathrow late that afternoon. There had been some sort of blow-up: drugs, under-aged girls, exotic pets - maybe all three. Half the reporters in town, including a lot of the regulars, were waiting to see how it all sorted out.Tom Walters and Mike Langston were sitting in a corner booth, trading "war stories".