Nicole waved as she watched himdisappear behind his front door.On the ride to her apartment Uncle Steve rolled down the partition. Heasked her how sh... was feeling and told her that Swap Week breakups can betough. He told her about how hard it was to say goodbye to a boy he datedas Stephanie his senior year. On the way home he stopped for ice creamand they talked while they ate their ice cream. Nicole hugged him andthanked him for all he'd done for her the past few days. Uncle Steve toldher. I’m second from the right end of the line. The wall in front of me is black glass. The room is brightly lit, so I can’t see through the glass, but I get a great view of the ten of us standing here, naked, noosed, waiting.An execution? No, a rather complicated and lethal game. As I said, I can’t see through the glass. But I know what’s there: a wide corridor with a little console in front of the glass. The console has a slot for a credit card, a dial to select one of us, a switch labeled "drop:. I dried my face and hands and went out to check it. I clicked it on and there was a text message from a number I didn't recognize. I opened the message and it read simply:Room 542, NOW, please. -Ifeoma.My heart leapt as I read these words. So she had gotten my cell number. My first thought was that I should make her wait, let her sweat it out for a bit. But it only took a moment before I realized how crazy that was. I knew I couldn't wait another second, and she had reached out to me, why would. My trainers had been working overtime; tomorrow would be the end of it and all of them were going to get a couple of weeks off with pay.I returned to the office for a few minutes with Marcy before our meeting, only to be met by Robert with a folder.“You need to look at this,” he said as I followed him into my office.“He had more computer problems and left the drives plugged in while he was trying to resolve them. This is more than we had but still doesn’t answer many questions,” Robert said.