Once he let Kristen down, Kristen introduced me, and he greeted me with a warm and very firm handshake. I looked into his brown eyes, and he did the s...me to me; our eyes locked for a few moments as we sized each other up."He seems to be a good man, Krissie," Will said.Kristen, who I knew hated that nickname, except when the two of us were playing "dress-up," playfully hit Will on the shoulder.There was another man with us. Will introduced us to his roommate, Robert. Robert wasn't as tall as. Triad Naval BaseJuly 1, 2146Admiral Belting and General Jackson sat side by side in the control room of the naval base, their eyes watching the live pictures on the Internet screen, their ears tuned into the radio transmissions that were being beamed back and forth. The camera view was a long pan of the WHSS Tripoli Harbor, one of the four pre-positioned Panama class transports. The shot was being taken from an A-12 that was hovering thirty kilometers above it. This was the day that they were. I wrestled it to the sink, and dumped it unceremoniously therein. Then, taking time to catch my breath, I stood back to survey the situation. It looked innocent enough, though bold as brass and twice as ugly. And then I noticed it had definitely grown in size since last we faced each other (ooh that is mean and unnecessary of me, the poor thing had no face.) So I swallowed my rising panic and stepped closer. I poked it gently, no response, so growing braver I poked it once more, harder this. And she knew that whatever had transpired, her husband was deeply involved in the mystery. She could conjure up all sorts of awful nightmares without half trying. Had Mitch craved his own niece so hotly that he'd gotten drunk and gone to the boutique and raped her? Had he even perhaps murdered her in a confused state of lust and passion? No, that was ridiculous to even consider. And yet all those terrible possibilities kept presenting themselves."I'm sure Mitch or Alice will call soon," she.