"And you're Miss Salter, correct?" Yes." And you, Miss?" I'm Hope Nakata," Hope said as he looked at her. "You probably could have worked that out, co...ldn't you? Um ... I was here from about ten to five. Marcus brought me home from our lecture and I didn't leave until this morning." I see. Miss Lewis?" He turned to look at Shawna."I was here from about half past five until quarter past seven when I left with Marcus to go the Sports Complex." This is Marcus Bowers?" That's right. We have a. I had a sip of the Champagne at midnight before a long passionate kiss with Chloe. In the middle of the dance floor we allowed ourselves a moment of public affection as we shared a deep kiss allowing our tongues to taste the champagne on each other. The midnight kiss was telling of things to come on the drive home. We had dressed for the party. I in my nice grey slacks and a black long sleeve shirt that buttoned up the front. The typical party man, dark, elongating, and slimming. Chloe however. ..” Isabelle started to say, then as the words finally sunk in, she had her ‘duh moment.’Heather Boston was Jamie’s best friend, a holdover from her college days. Isabelle really didn’t know her, but she’d seen her many times when she dropped off or picked Jamie up after her car had been declared DOA by the mechanic. Evidently, they also shared an apartment until Heather was transferred by her company to their West Coast office not long after the engine fire.Thinking about it now, Isabelle. "More stairs."If there had ever been a railing, it had long since rotted away. They climbed in single file, pressing close to the rough stone wall. At the top was another, sturdier door, but here too time had taken its toll. A couple of kicks, and Phil and Charley soon had it open."Watch it!" Phil caught Charley's arm as the door swung open, hauling him back when he would have lurched through the opening."Yikes! It's more of them damned roots, and all of them waving around loose. Now what're we.