"She even made a joke about the situation." Damn. I like her all ready. Where can I find her?"Even though I didn't know her name, I described the youn... White House intern to her. I could tell that Gertie would make sure they would meet. Accidentally, of course. Gertie would want to make her own assessment of the girl.I looked up just as the second surprise of the evening came walking over. I had never seen Marion looking so lovely. She greeted Gertie warmly then turned to me."Finally made it to. Dale turned thelock.The place looked just like the plans and pictures they had perused; asmall open space with two teller windows, two small offices for themanager and his assistant and not much else. But security was tight.They checked out the security cameras, one in each corner of the bankceiling, one in each office and, unseen but known to Cassie and Dale, twoin the vault."Ah! Mister Knowles and Miz Jenkins from Bradford developments." Themanager came out of his office extending his hand,. ‘You know what I mean.’ He thought he did. ‘Come, we have to flee now.’ He removed his cape with a flourish and covered her body in gray flannel, hiding her delectable features so that only her tired face and bare feet were visible. From there they hurried from the dungeon and away into the blazing daylight, moving quickly but carefully to the cottage that was the Huntsman’s home. There he offered a dress of his wife who had passed in the year behind, a ragged old green frock. She turned away. “Sophie, honey, we’re home.”“Oh, sorry mom, I can’t believe I fell asleep. I wanted to keep you company during the drive.”“You did, having you next to me and home, is just what I needed. Plus you need as much rest as you can get, you start university in less than a month.”“I actually feel really good right now, I think that sleep really helped.” We went into the house and I suggested Sophie grab a shower and get comfortable, while I’ll get lunch started. I made a Chicken Ceaser Salad for us.