I had not forgotten Willis at all, and my anger still burned deeply for some sort of revenge against him. Tiny counseled patience, "I know some things...that you don't ... and that you don't ever want to know. Willis is about to get what's coming to him and you don't want to be anywhere nearby. He's angered way more people than just you or me. Trust me." I did, so I waited and in a few months he suddenly disappeared forever. The most Tiny would say was that Willis had burned someone important in. “Oh, gods,” the mage groaned. “Your father will be wroth if he learns about this.”“Learns about what?” I asked, my hands seizing Greta’s body, roaming her naked flesh, feeling my bedmaid shudder beneath my touch. “Wanting to help him?”“You think this is helping him?” the mage said, voice strangled. “Coming into my bedchamber? He...”“Loves me?” I asked. “He does. And that’s the problem.” My hands cupped Greta’s round breasts, kneading them. The mage’s eyes fixed on those plump melons, watching. I never even had to use my voice.“We understand,” Yael explained. “We’re soldiers, every one of us. We follow orders.”After I’d sat with the three Israeli families, Yael felt that I was able to handle the rest on my own, and left me to meet with the Palestinians. She didn’t speak much Arabic anyway.“Bos. The tailor is here.”“Thank you, Liam. Show him in, please?”Yael had returned to work. I had four hours.“Buenos días, Senor Rojas.”“Buenos días, Mr. Hendrickson.” The trim, dapper Columbian. What a nice surprise. What have you and those crazy teenagers of yours done to disrupt the serenity of my peaceful town this time?" Chief John Haskin said with a smile. I saw a nervous edge to that smile."Not a thing; they've been behaving ... Well, as much as teenagers ever behave. At least they haven't done anything illegal lately," I chuckled."Come in. What's on your mind?" he asked. "I was about to give you a call anyway."I didn't have a chance to answer before a blond streak raced across.