“Oh yes, I agree. It was a snatch indeed. Oh, shoot. Work. I've gotta go, bye!” She pulled the phone from her face and tapped the red icon. “Are...you ready to see a potential home?” I just nodded.She walked over to an elevator and swiped a card beside the elevator controls. All the buttons lit up, and she pressed the number 17. “Each one of these elevators works on a card system, where you swipe a card and put in your floor number, and the data will store in your card. Then next time, when you. ’ I said. ‘Zoe Singer and her team found the detonator. It was set off by a timer device. The FBI will run tests on the plastique traces they found, but this seems like uniquely made stuff that they don’t have an ID for.’ Batches of plastic explosives can have unique signatures when run through a mass spectrometer, gas chromatograph, and liquid chromatography methods. ‘No one smelled anything before today,’ I continued, ‘so it’s likely this was done last night. The Mouseketeers have already. "Eh I'll catch you up, I just need to go to the loo." We both left the table I stepped outside the pub my heels clickingloudly inn the still summer night, there was one other smoker outsidethe pub an elderly gentleman who said, "Hello," and continued his smoke.I flicked open the catch of my bag and took out the pack of cigarettestaking one out I lit it inhaling deeply wrapping my arm just below mychest I cradled my arm holding the cigarette aloft in the other hand toavoid smoke going in my. .. Oooohhh stop that Allyson.I sauntered back into my boudoir to continue my musing on the chaise,what a nice arrangement this was with the chaise close to the bed andcushions and pillows, satin comforters making a super soft and feminineretreat from the cruel storm that was bound for us.I think I had made more than a friend in Mr. Blake, judging by the lookof adoration that was on his face when he shooed the rest of then downthe passageway.Perhaps one day Ill need a friend like him, big and.