And that’s exactly what was happening right now. By bringing its problems out into the bloody open, the mob was reminding everyone in the world that...they were still alive, that they were in Chicago, and that they were very, very violent. The government had no choice but to grind them down and destroy them. Otherwise the people might rise up and do something drastic, like vote for the other candidate. They wouldn’t stop it completely, of course. Not really. The mob was good for business. But. “I don’t think you’re the problem.”“That’s good,” Sherry said.Otterly waved the piece of paper and said, “This is the note from her.”“She sent a real piece of paper home with you?” Sherry asked looking at it.“Yes.”“Why didn’t she send an email?” Sherry asked.“I don’t know. I’m supposed to give it to you,” Otterly said.“That’s not a very good way to run a business. If people had to rely upon me to shuttle notes back and forth, nothing would ever get done,” Sherry said absently.“Well, I’m trying. Maybe he was used to this or maybe he didn't care - a combinationof both probably.We headed off to our room, Kirsty leading the way - I would need muchmore guidance before the night was over. The room was basic butcomfortable - a double bed, television, sofa and ensuite bathroom. Therewas a wide mirror on the wall which made the room look much larger.Kirsty and I opened a bottle of red wine and chatted a while, getting toknow each other. She sat on the end of the bed as I perched on thedressing. He told her he missed the view he had yesterday, she giggled and knew he was pulling her leg; she wished. He was deadly serious.Damian went over the time line of the books, as he made them each a coffee.She told him about Mrs Heller and about the key and the trouble they could both get into. "Who's Torquemada?" Tomás de Torquemada was the first Inquisitor General in Spain and was employed by the then King and Queen, ah, Isabella, of Spain. You should ask for the schools attitude to the Church's.