Iwas just about to go when..."Hello Beth."Who was that? Where was it coming from?"Such a pretty dress you're wearing. Like a fairy princess. Quiteappr...priate for what's to come." Where are you?" I was freaking out, there was nobody here but me."We're in here," it said, "inside this pretty little head of yours. Andnow you're ours."And like that, I lost control. It was like I was dreaming. Almostfloating round. I saw different ladies of all ages. There was a teenagerblonde, two who looked to be. Can you let your reception staff know to expect me? I will email you a photograph for them to confirm my identity and I will have my passport and Swedish Police Identification badge."Grantby tries a joke of his own: "Don't forget to leave your gun at home." Thank you Chief Inspector", Thomassen replies rather testily, "I do know that. I will tell the Pal-mers and the Mak-you-ans that your people will meet them."Grantby smiles at the way Thomassen seems to be organising his job for him but he. At the bottom of the box, framed yellowing pages told the story: A Western Union Telegram informing us dad had been wounded in action, the citation announcing to the world that Cpl. Francis Xavier O’Riley had been awarded the Silver Star for his uncommon bravery in combat, and the final and most disturbing, the Western Union Telegram which struck fear in homes all across this great country: “The president regrets to inform you . . .” Harley hadn’t wanted to put the two telegrams in the box, but. When the divorce went through, I'd spent days, weeks, trying to come up with a method of getting back at Capote. I just couldn't come up with anything that wouldn't hurt me worse than him.I was in pretty good shape but even though he was almost twenty years older he was close to his weight when he played linebacker for Tech. I might be able to land a sucker punch, but even if he didn't press charges, I wasn't confident I could take him in a fight, unless I was prepared to spend years in.