I put my arms out. “I believe you said something about an inspection.”“Oh yes, let me get to that. I should frisk you for weapons first.”I pat...ed the tent in his pants. “It appears your weapon is fully cocked.”“We will get to that.” Bob walked around behind me running his hands over my body. Feeling my tits and ass. “It all feels great, but I need a closer inspection. This blouse needs to go.” Bob unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it to the floor. “It wouldn’t be a thorough search if I didn’t. “Hi. I’m Mike.” I said, holding out my hand. “Hi Mike. My name’s Jeanine.” As we shook hands, I held her hand for just an extra second or two, just to let her know that I was interested. We talked as we moved around the tables and filled our plates with food. I mentioned the car. She told me that she had always wanted a Porsche and that her husband had bought it in Vermont. I put my hand on the small of her back and held it there as she bent over the table to reach for some bread. She turned. I mean, yeah, Whyte doesn’t seem to know about us, but what if we’re wrong about that? What if he knows you exist and isn’t saying because he has something special planned for you, Susan? Running away might be playing right into his hands; he could have people ready to grab you as soon as you’re away from Helen and everyone else’s protection. You know, we’ve been thinking that he blew his one big master stroke trying to kill her in the first place and has been playing catch-up since, but maybe. I must have gasped, as the guy reading the paper a few feet away shot a curious look in my direction then returned to the business pages. The density of passengers made it impossible for anybody else to tell what was going on, but it wouldn't take much to alert them so I battled inwardly to control my actions while Adam probed.As passengers fought their way on and off at Argentine and the unmistakably French odour of new bodies assaulted my senses, I was confident the only person that.