She had gone there to recruit nautch dancing girls to work in XTC, and according to Boris, had gone native, and married some Indian medicine wallah in...Madras.“She sends a half dozen girls to England every six months, and the girls, who are beautiful and extremely supple, are in great demand. We have men a queuing for hours to engage their services.”Eventually Boris fell silent, and stared into the glowing fire. A feeling of foreboding enveloped me.“Why are you here, Boris?”“Well, as I was in. I noticed he didn't volunteer his name, and that he wasn't wearing an identification badge the way Dawe employees usually did."I'm fine", I said. "How's Tom? How's ... that woman who was there?" Barbara Andreesen", he said, looking at his clipboard. "Oh, they're both fine", he said."Well, that's a relief, Mr. ..."There was a pause, and I realized he wasn't going to tell me his name. "It's difficult for a lot of people when this sort of thing happens in the workplace" he said instead.I reflected. She hugged the jacket against her, seeming oblivious to the fact the jacket only reached the middle of her hips.Cherie gave Mary the two-way with instructions to continue scanning for any transmissions. Then she grabbed another set of binoculars that Bill had taken from the bad guys SUV and started scanning the country side too. Bill decided that paranoia was contagious.Bill scanned the country behind them first and didn't see any dust on the dirt road. That was reassuring but he scanned the. .." then repeated it in English with a heavy Spanish accent, "This asshole needs a doctor! Scumbag, cocksucker doubled crossed us."Once she got home she placed another call. "Hey boss I got it – set up the damn Columbian's just like you wanted." She listened and smiled, "Ten million all up." Her smile grew bigger. Hanging up the phone she put the money from the garbage bag in her safe. Then she delivered the rest to her employer. Three weeks later, Gabriella watched, with great interest the.