The man who also was the father of Quaquo.Serrah, shackled at wrists and hobbled at ankles, was pulled, not too gently but also not too roughly, out o...to the deck of the small wooden vessel. The pier he found himself on seemed to lead nowhere but to towering oak trees on a heavily foliaged embankment. As nervous and fearful as the beautiful young boy who had been in Sierra Leone, in Africa, just a few weeks earlier was, he couldn’t help but be taken with the change in his surroundings. Other. .!" "She thinks she's so hot, getting that stupidaward!" "I know, but...!" and then her phone rang. "Oh, I'm sorry, but do you mind?" He nodded and she took it, and smiled. "Oh yes," she said, "I'll be right there, Jane, um, Miss Rogers!" She paused, "Behavioral, Mr. Johnson,I have an appointment I forgot about. Would you liketo speak to ...!" "Um, no go ahead, wer'e finished. Um. That isthe same Miss Rogers who took Richard out of the classthe other day?" "Yup!" she said,. The girl was a young Hispanic. Her long straight black hair was frayed and disheveled. The girl flashed Debbie a hesitant smile, her braces flashing as the sun struck them at an odd angle."OK, come in closer, but keep your hands up so I can be sure you aren't armed." Debbie scanned beyond the girl, searching for hidden second parties among the trees."Please," the girl pleaded. "My name is Anna Fox and you're the first person I've seen in weeks! After I buried my parents, I avoided everyone but. I got dressed and checked my messages just in case she decided to back out and cancel our meeting. I wouldn’t have been surprised, but that didn’t seem to be her style. I got there about fifteen minutes early and grabbed myself a coffee and waited for Laura to arrive. After a few minutes of waiting for Laura, an incredibly attractive brunette that I had never seen before, walked over to me with a coffee in her hand and sat down in front of me. She was wearing a tight lowcut top that pushed.