"He squeezed on through, finding himself standing on a level surface. On the packed dirt of the floor, a scattering of dry bones from small animals cr...nched under his feet. Bluish light glowed dimly from a network of roots that clung to the walls and ceiling of what had once been a corridor, while darker rectangles told of doorways that opened to either side.The pile of dirt and rock that he had scrambled down blocked the corridor behind him. The faint gleam of light from the opening at its top. Okay, illegal.“Dr. Samantha Rowley has set up weekend housekeeping with Drake Fowler.” Sounded more businesslike than boning. I’m all about businesslike.I said, “I don’t know what the latest Rowley research means to your experts, but my ... intuition tells me she’s involved. With below-the-radar experiments.”Gloria said, “Which means that Fowler is.”“That’s my gut instinct.” Mr. November. Bleak and gray on the surface.Gloria smiled, “Trust your gut. I rely on mine.”I nodded. Said, “As you know,. How much of the company do you now own?"Mrs. Swift looked at Don for a minute as if trying to fathom his motives for asking that question, "I own almost all of the stock. My husband was given eighteen percent of the stock as bonuses, but I own most of the stock." Mrs. Swift, do you have any bank accounts in your name only or do your own a joint account with your husband?" We have always had a joint account. My husband really takes care of the money. I've never wanted for money. I have my own. . I tell you to shut your mouth and you'll see soon enough. We walk into you place and I head straight to the bedroom. I call for you very sternly. You enter the bedroom and I immediately put the chains on you and hoist your hands high above your head until you are standing on your toes. You have no idea what's happening or what set me off... so you stay quiet. After securing you properly, I pull out a riding crop, a flogger, and a leather strap. I lay them neatly on the bed keeping the flogger.