" I hope she gave him the number to the Blue Oyster Bar," I said.Jason snorted. "I still don't know why we are going to the mall." Nothing bad," I rep...ied quietly.We stopped at a light. Mrs. Roberts twisted in her seat to look at Ashley and me. "Mark," she said. "I talked to Morgan Cunningham earlier today." The contractor?" I asked."Exactly," Mrs. Robert said. "Tomorrow while you are at school he and a worker are going to visit and repair a certain site. And he's willing to pick up some items. "Well, Mister Desmond, I have been instructed by Charles Baker, of Butcher, Baker, and McCandless, to represent you. He has apprised me of the rudiments of the case, but to defend you in court, and hopefully obtain an acquittal, I will need to know everything pertaining to your assault on..." he peered at the sheet of paper in his hand, " Martin Hodge, which resulted in him being placed in intensive care and you being charged with causing Grievous Bodily Harm with intent." He took a sip from. The street was deserted. He didn't see a person or a vehicle. He eased back and looked around."Well, I'm here," Jonas whispered."Yeah, I know," Detective Jordan whispered back sarcastically."I wasn't talking to you," Jonas replied."Wait for it," Joe said in Jonas' mind.Jonas sighed and said, "He said to wait for it."Detective Jordan looked at Jonas like he was out of his mind. "So, God just told you to wait for it." It wasn't a question. It was a statement as if the detective was confirming to. Alas, I feel the evening must now come to its conclusion so I can guarantee my safe departure. I remove all her bindings except the rope around her breasts and the gag, and lead her to the elegant brass bed in the second room of the suite. She lies down gratefully on the bed, until I flip her onto her stomach, cross her wrists behind her back, and wrap them and her fingers in several yards of duct tape. Rolling her onto her back, I tie long lines to the top of the loops around her breasts and.