“Okay, David,” I thought to myself. “This isn’t adding up. This thing has to be worth thousands of dollars. I either need to grab this fast or...get the hell out of here.”I quickly decided to try at least to load it up. A small voice in my head kept telling me, “What if the story was somehow real?” I didn’t think I would ever forgive myself if I didn’t at least try. So I opened up the tailgate and grabbed a furniture dolly and a 6’ ramp I brought with me. I managed to get the dolly under the bike. I gave a kiss to themirror and realized that I had forgotten what Amy told me about eyemakeup! I should have at least bought some eye liner! I hoped shewouldn't make a big deal out of it...somehow I didn't think I'd get solucky!I slid all of the remaining bags and packaging materials under my bed,tied the apron around my waist and put the lacy headpiece on. I thentook the perfume tube and began dabbing it all around me, ankles,knees, throat. I then put the perfume on the dresser and, noting. Why the hell was her lip gloss lying in the middle of the hallway? He shoved the tube into his pocket and kept walking, only to stop again—this time, at the sight of Anna’s cell phone lying on the floor, just outside their closed hotel room door. What the…? The phone’s screen was still lit, showing his missed call, and a new voicemail. Frowning, he picked that up, too, realizing that the buzzing noise he’d heard must’ve been her phone vibrating against the floor with an incoming call. First her. I’m guessing you haven’t noticed that your girls haven’t had a cut, scrape, or even do much as a bruise since that day.”Irving thought a minute and then said, “You’re right. I haven’t noticed, though it does explain a lot of things. I never realized that the girls couldn’t have gotten that good with the knives just practicing what I showed them when I had the time. Then there are the various targets with odd-shaped spreads of shotgun pellets. Leigh can be a pain in the ass, and I wouldn’t put.