Just think about it like you said you would." Louie ignored Art's angry tone.Karen had arrived in the town of McNeil several day's before Art and Loui.... Like them, she couldn't find any lodging either and was forced to stay at a hotel several miles away in a larger town called Fayetteville. She made one attempt at renting a car through the hotel she was staying at, but when they insisted on seeing a driver's license she declined, knowing once they saw her real age, they wouldn't rent to her. To dampen those impulses she had thrown herself with ever more energy into her studies.Her Uncle James Devereaux met her at the door when the middle-aged driver who had met her at the airport dropped her on the wide veranda of the mansion."It's so good to see you, Uncle Jim," she cried, throwing her arms around his strong neck and feeling the rasp of his afternoon shadow of beard on her tender cheek. His was a comforting avuncular embrace, the feel of his body, in spite of his wealth hardened. I also saw that classic, Slavic beauty that still blows me away. Cheekbones that a plastic surgeon could only dream of. Vanessa’s face is of a piece. Her kissable lips go with her dark eyes with that hint of gold. Her generous mouth belongs above that strong chin. Her thick black hair is echoed in those impossibly long eyelashes.I could gaze at her forever. Well, not forever.Vanessa said, “I’ll tell the kids. Better if it comes from me.”When I nodded my agreement, that sealed the deal. I was. "I know my little bird. Your are innocent. They are all innocent. My little visitors begging for my mercy. Pleading to be believed. I believe you, little bird. But you see, it makes no difference. We all must play our role here. I am the interrogator and you are my soft little dove. I must teach you the truth. The simple truth that you are being trained to obey. Yes, even trained to reveal your every hidden thought. There will be no secrets between us." Olga's memory of the next 30.