There’s sure to be a charge on one of her credit cards or a ticket purchase or a customs record sometime.In the meantime, everyone seems to think th... thumb drive holds the mysteries of the universe and the careers of some very important people. So, I think I’d better get down to cracking it. It’s just a matter of waiting for Simon to say what’s next.I waited and now I’m stuck. I plugged in a backup and got the familiar message asking for the encryption key. I entered the thirty-two digits in. "Me too, Becca. Hey, Aunt Christine," Hey, Dan. Let's go get your bags and get out of here." Uh huh," Becky added with just a hint of suggestion in her voice.Seeing the hunger in her niece's eyes, she tugged on the redhead's arm and whispered in her ear, "You'll just want it more if you have to wait."Becky blew a raspberry at her aunt, but laughed and took her brother's hand to lead him toward the baggage carousel. His luggage dropped down in the first few bags, and the three were soon on their. Perhaps a little out of style, the more she looked at them. Old-fashioned, even.It did not matter, at least not immediately. She looked about her to satisfy herself they had all made it safely—her beloved Gérard, Sandrine, and young Roger. They had been forced into the stones. Into. The word made her shudder. How was it possible one could be forced into a stone?The truth was undeniable. Into. They had been fully into the festivities at the midsummer festival that afternoon and evening. Into was. It appeared huge to her who before this had only seen her little brother’s back when she bathed him when he was a little child. His thing was hard and long with coarse, dark hair surrounding it and it was all red and angry looking with veins criss-crossing it. She could see the bulbous head was shiny with liquid which oozed from it like puss from a sore. He grasped the shaft and guided it to the entrance between her lips where he placed it. The dark haired girl made a last ditch effort to try.