He asked me in the evening of a day and I was to do the job the very next day morning when the office opens there without alerting the staff there. As...I could not secure my ticket in any of the night trains to Coimbatore I decided to travel by bus as the journey takes only eight hours.Accordingly after dinner around 9 PM I went to bus stand and got into a bus going to Coimbatore. It was semi-luxury 2X2 seater. There will be two seats on either side of aisle. I got the seat closer to aisle and. OK?" Sure. My friend and I will await your return," she said indicating the bottle."Please, lay off that stuff. I'll be back soon."Jennifer, whose moroseness was already beginning to be matched by alcoholic stupor, simply waved to her friend, bottle in hand, as Cindy left. She continued to drink herself into a haze which provided little relief from the gloom and despair which now permeated her spirit and her very existence. Jennifer's thoughts went to relief from her grief and pain which the. Scott was getting angry at this woman's attitude, the 'not my problem type'. He needed to get his message across. He reached in his file and pulled out the photo's of Jennifer Lynn. "So did Jennifer Lynn here," he said as he put the photo's in front of Allison's face.Allison went pale and rushed out of the room."Nice one boss. She's been giving me this 'not my problem' bullshit for the last half hour," Tina said with a grin. A few minutes later Allison walked back into the room, her face. The boy did nothing. You've beaten him. Let him live, I beg of you. Kill me instead, if you must, or beat me. But let the boy alone. He has been punished enough." Something in my ineloquent words must have pricked the Red Devil's heart, for suddenly he shouted the men to stop just as they had lifted the boy over the edge and were prepared to drop him. The boy hung there, lifeless, his future on hold. The Captain turned to me. "Do you mean what you say?" "I meant every word, my Lord." "You.