" That is the plan," I said quickly adding the door to my list of things to do. Well it's getting late shouldn't we check the tape from the apartment?... I asked before he redid my whole plan."You are absolutely right," he commented. Let's go back to the McDonald's in, Dobson is it," He suggested."And how the hell do you know where the McDonald's is?" I asked. "Have you been here before." Of course not, but I found the location of McDonald's, so that I could get a WIFI signal without any. Portman might not have gotten out of town before Ben Chu caught up with him.Roger decided to look at the car. When he got inside and started the engine the car came to life with a throaty roar that all Ferrari's had. The car was a 2004 Ferrari Maranello with fifty-four hundred miles on it. Roger sat in the car with his jaw hanging open. He knew that this car was fast and the maintenance on it was super expensive. He smiled as he thought to himself; Chu would never get this car away from him. .. makes me a bit... um... frustrated.” “Ah,” said Vanessa, nodding slowly. “Yes. That must be it.” She shook her head and laughed quietly to herself, then returned to her work. “Don't you find that makes it hard?” she asked, looking at me again. “I'm sorry?” “Hard,” she repeated, drawing the syllable out in her honey-like tones, making an already four-letter word seem more so. “To concentrate. You know, with the heat and everything. Is it hard?” “Oh,” I said, swallowing. “Yes. Very. This one," she looked around, "this one is cremating the corpse." She paused, inhaled deeply, paused for a second, and shivered as a single tear streamed down her coal black cheek. "My dear friends, I fear the Gods of the SkyFire have stolen our future," she choked back a sob and turned away from us as her shoulders shook to the sound of weeping. "It only stole yesterday's tomorrow," Sheila thrust her clenched fist high above her head and roared like a lioness, "We are the future!" "Can I get.