“Who else is in this with you?” she demanded.“Wilson and Brown,” Charles answered through clenched teeth, but only a little more quickly than ...reviously. Again the Chief Investigator appeared to be shocked.“Where are Wilson and Brown now?” Miranda demanded next.“They have probably left the city by now to save their own necks. They were outside the fence when you moved the ward and trapped me inside it,” he replied after a short pause. The Chief Investigator was on his communicator speaking with. The question was answered quickly as she heard him explained the game to the men.Cindi was surrounded by the targets, which were the balloons. The object of the game was to use a casting rod to break them. On the end of the lines was a lead weight that the men would cast at the balloons to try and break thus earning points to win Cindi at the end of the week.Cindi was pushed free to float away from the boat. She felt it couldn’t be to bad as the lead weights couldn’t be that big if they were. .. why?" You've been living here for weeks, Renee, and I hardly know anything about you."She glanced away. "I'm your synthetic. It's not like you need to know me." But I want to." He shrugged. "I won't force you to tell me stuff you don't want to. But I will tell you whatever you want, and I won't get mad." Anything, huh?" She pet the book in her lap, eyes distant. Questions, inquiries she would never have posed to Claude or Zack, rebelled against her better judgment; the last thing she wanted. This kind of heat made her crazy. At the hospital there would be air conditioning. But that was now more than twelve hours away. Before then, she would have to solve the problem. Phil could not do anything about it during the night, and she didn’t want to return from her shift and plunge back into this steambath. At least the wireless was working. She was surprised that any kind of delicate electronic signal could make its way through such sodden air, but she googled air-conditioning repair.