”‘Less of the very old,’ thought Marina, trying her hardest to put on her best customer service face, previously reserved for furious mothers wh... hadn’t got their welfare cheque from the Post Office counter this week, or complaining that the half-price margarine offer running for the past fortnight had ended or sold out of stock, to decorate her face with the most disarming of her retinue of false smiles.“ ... Marina Shaw, who is staying with us for a few days. This is Lady Barbara, she was. That should at least have cut the bugger down to my size.Yeah look, besides the little teenage shits who hung around the sand dunes. Sometimes there was the odd weirdo. You know, the sort who seek out places where the little children like to play hide and seek and the like; do I really have to spell out why? And of course to spy on the courting couples who came to the dunes for their own nefarious reasons.Anyway, part of my unofficial deal with the local police, was that I discouraged that kind. I swung by the office on the way to the airport to grab a few last minute things and write a note for Riley. The brief respite from the rain this morning had ended and I was pelted as I left the cab and moved as quickly as I could into the office.Riley had found the information that I needed to follow up on, though even she didn’t know yet what I was looking for. Far East Exchange was located, not in Seattle, but in Chicago. It had an address of Wacker Drive near the river. I grabbed a GPS. They were also young like Vicky’s brothers between 11 to 14 years of age and their names were Sam, Paul and Joe. In holidays Sam, Paul and Joe used to live at Vicky’s house and when their parents were away Vicky was responsible for them.One day Sam, Paul and Joe were staying at Vicky’s home and Vicky was in charge as neither the parents of Vicky nor the parents of Sam were at home. The children were not allowed to play outside when parents were away so they were getting bored. They asked Vicky.