Talk to you soon, Mom. Love you.’ ‘Ok, sweetie, I love you too. Oh, and you better be taking care of Sarah.’ ‘She’s healthy. Bye Ma.’ I sa...d quickly and hung up the phone. Damn it Lenny. My life as a professional thief ended the night I met her. I was walking home from a job when I came around a corner to see her held at knifepoint, being pulled into the park. The next thing I remember, I was standing behind the thug. He hadn’t heard or seen me yet. I threw my bag down to his left as a. But for whatever reason, it seemed he liked things sweet. How ironic. I watched him carefully from my seat in the back of the coffeehouse. It was 12:17, and I should have been making my way to a 12:30 class, but instead, I was hunkered down at a booth, pretending to read the newspaper. I peered over the edge at my target, and desperately tried to convince myself I wasn’t a stalker. I didn’t know he’d come here, I reasoned. But now that he is, I might as well get a good look. I shifted the paper. I don’t want you to see me like this. Please go away. Please?”The thought occurred to me in that moment that I had definitely not signed on for this scenario in any lifetime, but I wasn’t about to leave her alone, either. “What happened?” I repeated.A weak sigh escaped her lips. “I couldn’t make it onto the toilet in time.”I stood up and stripped off my sweater, down to just the t-shirt underneath. I made my way to her linen closet, where I found several washcloths and towels. Gathering them. Geoffrey Anders would like to call tomorrow. Now that was quick! Perhaps they needed to complete quickly. That gave me a little bit more elbow. Tina came into my office with a sheaf of papers. ‘Daniel, your father was Dennis, wasn’t he?’ ‘Yes. Is that as far as you have gone?’ ‘No, you impatient boss. Your grandfather was a Douglas Chandler and he lived in Colchester. The further you go back the more difficult it becomes. I am getting to the time when documents were hand-written, and some of.