...............What a fucked up life this is I thought.I had taken my laptop to the states and on it I had photographs of Amanda and I in happier time..., some nights my heart would feel heavy at the loss, but I never let it show in my few emails to Amanda, I had been in the states about 5 months when I received a email from Susan saying how worried she was about Amanda it seemed she had lost a lot of weight and was in trouble keeping on top of her job so much so that she had been forced to take. He had a swish apartment in a fashionable district of London. He could retire to his bed, pull the covers over his head and sleep soundly with the knowledge his future was a fast motorway to riches and luxury.Life was good.Today... They'd snatched him off the streets of the capitol, in broad daylight, as he'd been returning to his office from an expensive lunch. Al-Qaeda? Anarchists? Criminal gangsters? Ken had no idea. His captors had shoved a black hood over his head and bundled him into a. .. This is ... We need someone responsible." Let's see your delivery instructions. Who's it to?" Arnie asked. The driver held out his clipboard."Hearthstone Entertainment, LLC," the driver said smugly. "No mention of an empty barn." Business license, Miss Gordon?" Rhonda leafed through her own ever-present clipboard and pulled out the certificate. She handed it to Arnie. He showed it to the driver. "Seems like you have the right place. Unload." I need a manager to sign for it." Rhonda raised. "Jordan realized that no matter what he said his father was determined to threaten to call the whole thing off, and so he figured out it was best not to keep protesting. He sat and waited as the cards were shuffled dealt. He and Ethan were dealt two cards each and Jordan slowly lifted his two cards and looked at them. He had been dealt the Jack of clubs and the ten of hearts. He looked at his father who puffed on his cigar and didn't bother looking at his two cards.Ethan nodded, and the dealer.