DeeDee's account showed the subtle signs of ransacking by security. He was impressed by her body measurements though. All in all, there was nothing of...interest in her files.Arturo's files were more interesting. There were the same clumsy markers of repeated data scanning, but there were also minute gaps where no data was present. Those minute gaps should not have been there. Someone had been his account and had removed their traces. Such high level intrusion and extraction was beyond the TSC. Aik din mere friends ne farm house par jane k liye program banaya or mujhe chalne ko kaha may tayar hogaya sunday ko hame jana tha jab meri sisters ko pata chala tab unho ne mom se zid ki k hame b bhai ke sat jane do tab mene mana kiya k waha mere friends honge may samjh chuka tha k inko maza chahye or mere friends bohut harami the inko chod chod k randi bana dyte,tab shahid mere peche aya kuch kapre lene k liye to meri sister sadia ne kaha k shahid bhai hame b aplog k sat jana hay lekin bhai. "Be more careful next time," he warned, handing the key to Mark then indicating with a jerk of his head in Kathy's direction.Her hands free, Kathy shook her wrists, trying to get the circulation back in her favor. Like lead, her wrists felt heavy and weak; she rubbed them with her fingertips."Jim, how we gonna keep her from runnin' away?" Robert wanted to know, watching the cop's beautiful wife massaging her own flesh."Running away?" Kathy wrinkled up her nose, eyeing the door. Maybe she should. We need to handle the resulting mess when the shit hits the fan about the Detectives on the take as carefully as possible. I want to minimise the mess as much as we can. I’ll brief the PM, and get his guidance to how he wants to handle the spin in the Press.’ Walking out the office and down the corridor the Senior Civil Servant laughed to himself. Get guidance from the Prime Minister! Stupid idiot couldn’t advise on how to punch his way out of a paper bag, let alone handle this possible big.