" Her voice cracks a little as she tries to keep it together."Emmy, what's goin' on?" Chris asks in a concerned tone. "I'm scared." She sniffs. "I nee... you, uncle Chris." Emmy she says helplessly in an innocent manner. "What happened?" Chris inquires further as he looks very concerned, getting off his sofa. "Emmy, are you in danger?" I don't know." She replies. "I'm... At a friend's house and it's just me and three guys here and they're scaring me." Her mind races while trying to articulate the. " What, fifteen, sixteen years? But he must be at least twenty-five or thirty years older than you." Charlie has been kind to me, Jimmy." I'm sure he has and we're both appreciative of that, but you belong with me Maria. It's time to thank Charlie for all he's done and come home with me. I want you, I need you Maria... and you need me!"Maria was clearly torn, her eyes kept glancing from Jimmy to the stock room door and back again."Think about it Maria. He can offer you... what?... three square. They held her tight.At the foot of the steps were two men with a stretcher. "I don't need that," SG protested, but she let them help her get into it. It was strange, looking up at the early morning sky, then at the soft overhead lighting inside the building. The men carrying her, Capt. Stevens at her side, the others walking briskly in the corridor — everyone seemed busy but quiet."What a nice place to work," she thought, then she dozed off again.When she awakened again, she was in a sunny room. "Rey motioned for them to sit again. "How large?"William nodded to Paul. "A pair of wrought iron gates for a twenty foot wide opening." Paul opened his satchel pulling out a folder."Free swinging or sliding?"Opening the folder, Carson pointed to the specifications, "Swinging gates using an automated opener." You can buy these much cheaper from a gate company. I'd recommend Tarleton Industries. I have their card."William raised his hand. "These have to be handmade and we need to have each day's.