"Linda thought about that. She sighed."I'm supposed to spend a weekend with Roy."Linda shrugged."Why are you still fucking that man?" Why are you?" Be...ause I'm ... oh, fuck."She nodded."Roy has something on you?"Linda snorted. "Roy is a joke. If it isn't Roy it would be someoneelse." Yeah. Seven of them." I can handle Roy's vices. You, however.... Are you okay?" I'm okay." We could trade. You still have that office-wear, right?" It won't fit." Chastity hefted her boobs."Abonne is around the. "I need to talk with Downs."He was handed a phone."Downs, we had a helicopter land." Where are they?" Still in the chopper." Location of the helicopter." Oh. Just north of the com room. We have a good visual on them." Passenger, does he have longer gray hair. Probably wearing the uniform, but looks totally out of place in it?" Nailed that one. You know him?" Ken Fregers. He's the best psychologist I know." No wonder they are just waiting patiently. I would swear they were telling jokes.". But somehow this whole scenario just smelled rotten. They were talking with each other like they don’t have a care in the world, ignoring me completely.“Well, it’s getting late and I’m going to bed. Are you coming up with me Tina?” I asked.She just shook her head no and continued to talk with Wes.Well isn’t this just lovely I thought to myself.This had all the makings of a bad trip. I said goodnight to the rest of our party. I took the elevator to our floor and opened the room door. I have. “I can’t talk to her. She’s tired and skinny and dirty and...”Softly. “I know ... how she is feeling. Of course we will try to help. Let me talk to her again.”More rapid-fire Spanish, but Camila’s tone took a definite upturn.Then in halting English. “Where are we?”“Wharton,” I said.“Wharton,” Camila repeated, then more Spanish. Then she handed me the phone back.“She doesn’t look as scared, punkin.”“I told her that you only ate one or two young girls a day and that you have your selection.