Fashionably late, a huge pink stretched limousine with dark tinted windows pulled into the driveway.Bob watched as a stunning red-head, dressed in pea... cap, long leather boots, matching tight green shorts and waistcoat, stepped out from the driver’s door, walked towards the passenger door and let out half a dozen similarly beautiful blondes. They tottered towards the front door on impossibly high heels, dressed in the requested micro-bikinis, still clutching glasses of champagne and a variety. "Yes, Renate has a nice touch," she said, though Suzanne wasn'tcertain if she was being addressed or the woman was speaking to herself. "Torturetakes finesse. One should always inflict the maximum pain with the minimalamount of damage. One wants the subject to last. And Renate enjoys it. I mayhave to give her some instruction and then perhaps an assignment to see howshe does. One always wants to promote promising young talent. "I see by your predicament that you have not yet elected to talk to. Clicking on the search bar, I typed in "Intense CopperRed".There was one result. Steeling myself as I held my breath, I clicked on themessage's link."Hey, Jack. All's well here. Don't believe what you heard."I nearly squealed aloud. With shaking hands, I typed my response."Glad to hear. Working on our project. Miss you."We communicated like that right up until I went to the FBI. Afterwards, itwas far too dangerous. There was always the chance the defense might want toexamine my laptop to see if. Kelly turned even redder and looked at the floor.Linda let go of my hand and said she wanted to get something to drink and she would be right back.Linda came back with her own coke. All the time she was gone Kelly would give me a glance then look at the floor. I tried to start a conversation but she just sat there.Linda returned. She sat down. She looked at me and then looked at Kelly. Linda told Kelly she had locked the door, turned off the lights and disconnected the phone. Then she asked.