" I am sorry we didn't," said Richard. "Sam is four months old, mom." How many other changes haven't you told me about?" I asked."A few," replied Rich...rd.A few were an understatement, if ever there was one. During theseventy-five miles to Tolerance, Richard and I small talked about oldfriends and relatives. There were a few times Richard gave me theimpression that he didn't know what I was talking about. Like when Italked about things that happened while he was growing up.The one subject I. Ice formed in my veins as a wave of actual terror attempted to overwhelm me.I tried to force myself to remember my years of training. To convince myselfthat I'd been in worse scrapes. To quell my panic by assuring myself it wasSasha's fear I felt, not my own."What do you want?" My voice sounded so small."From you, Detective Hamilton, we want nothing." His eyes finally moved offmine, sliding down over the rest of my form. It was no sexual interest atall in his gaze, only one of appraisal. "Miss. “Wow!” said Evans, “That really looks nice. Congratulations. Now, push that button.”I moved the mouse, pushed “print,” heard a whir and Evans had a copy. I did it again and then exited the mail program.“May I keep one of them?”“Certainly.”“What time do you get up?”Willy laughed.“Is that funny?”“We’re retired. The children are gone. We get up whenever we want to.”“If we’re going fishing,” remarked Evans, “we ought to be up by 7:30 and breakfasted and out an hour later. BCF at 8:30 and we can be. ..She smiled at me and I kicked myself, literally, for being so young and careful instead of carefree....So I went to the loo, did what I did, and went to sit back down. By this time her and her friend had gone. I went outside but there was no sign of them. I'd missed the chance.....So there I was on that cold January morning, sitting in a little shelter at the train station....And there -- I think -- was her....She came in to the one little bit of shelter and sat down next to me..