The sink was three stainless steel thing. The first sink was filled with hot water. The second was a rinse of hot water and third sink held a sanitize... made with a special mixture to kill any germs left over from the other two sinks.Next I fired up the coffee pot. Since I would be drinking while I worked, I would need the coffee for sure. I had the glasses finished when Juanita arrived. The pub didn't prepare lunch they served only the evening meal. Even then it was mostly sandwiches with only. "They're just all holed up somewhere,like us".Doug looked unconvinced. As usual.He lay back down under the tarpaulin sheet that they were using as amakeshift shelter. The roof that stretched out around them looked as big and empty as ever.They had no idea about where or how the trouble had started - and thiswas consequently the topic of another of their regular discussions. Theyseemed to have eventually come to a vague agreement that it was mostlikely the result of some perverse nanotech. Someone who took that much care with their appearance was hiding something, some imperfection, some character flaw that needed fine clothes and expensive makeup to cover. Her hair was blonde, but he suspected that was one of the few natural things about her. The subtle shadings could not be achieved by the hands of anyone but a true artist and even then, he doubted that she would have allowed it. No, her hair was her one true possession which made Alex wonder why she wore it so severely. Detective Stafford flipped through the notebook looking over some of the entries. He paused to read one of the longer entries. There was another unopened letter in the notebook. Frowning, he put down the notebook and picked up the next one in the stack. There were three unopened letters in it. He opened the notebook and read the first page. He went through the entire stack of notebooks looking at the first page. He put the last notebook on top of the stack and said, "Shit." What?" I better call.