She sat back and groaned, licking her lips and holding her tummy. "And anyway, I think you must have learned a few things. God. I'm so full. I couldn'... eat another thing."Kendra hopped up and started clearing the table. "I'll wash up." You've done enough," said Elaine, pushing out her chair."No. I insist. I want you to relax. Maybe I can talk to you." Um," said Elaine, wincing at the fact that she felt suspicious. "Okay." Would you like another wine?" I dunno. Do I need one?" I think so." Okay. All she wanted to do was to get to York before her husband could have a chance to launch an assault. Through their intelligence, Marion knew that while Cecilia had left a skeleton force to guard York; they were her elite troops and were extremely loyal to her. Marion knew that Luke knew that to and she wondered if that was part of the reason that he had done what he had done. That way he could soften up the defenses so that Marion either wouldn’t have to assault York or would just have to. Besides, it looks like his alibi for Saturday is going to check out." So, what's he got that interests us?" Well, he's got a story, Sam. Think you ought to hear it, first-hand. He agreed to come in. Can you see him?" Yeah, I can see him. Until that sketch artist is on the scene, your follow-ups are the best we've got to work with. Bring him by as soon as he arrives."Burliss Randolph was a wizened, bright-eyed little man who affected a tall black top hat as part of his chimney sweeper persona.. And beautiful, me?" She laughed. "Vikki's beautiful." She pointed over to a booth where Sean and Cindy, were seated waiting patiently for us to join them. "And so is the young lady of that couple over there, that nice couple that have been waiting so patiently for you to arrive. Me I'm just..."I interrupted her. "Nice try Trish." I smiled and allowed my hands to wander all over her lush figure. "But there was a certain painter by the name of Peter Paul Rubens who I think would disagree with.