As I sat back, pushing down and quietly letting a moan of relief slip from my mouth, there was suddenly a noise from the wall. Tap tap. Pause. Tap. Fr...m where I was, my head was near the metal plate I had assumed let them access the shower piping. The tapping had come from that. And it sounded like knocking. I froze, not sure what to do. Again it happened. Tap tap. Pause. Tap.I balled a light fist and knocked the same pattern on the plate, curious what was going on. To my surprise, the plate. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not quite the old widowed maid just yet, and pleasingly I can still turn a few heads on my rare nights out. But this adventure was certainly testing my self-confidence.When I woke up this morning, I could feel the tell-tale sparkle of excitement; that irrepressible feeling you got as a child on Christmas morning or on your birthday. But as the hours of the day passed, bringing the moment closer, that excited anticipation had turned to anxiety. How the hell did I let them. If that had no result, Zahl must be under cover somewhere. But why?"Jazz," Pru said firmly, "Calm down. You know I'll help all I can. But, I need facts." She moved to sit at the desk on the side of Terry's room. Roused by the talk, Terry sat up on the bed and reached for his pareo, tying it around his waist, listening carefully.Pru went on. "What day was the festival, Jazz? Think."Jazira pulled herself together with an effort. "The festival was day before yesterday. We went there about 1700. I. I was in washroom to get fresh before I leave for the office. I heard a knock on the door and I was in just my pants so I opened the door and it was Preeti. She looked at me n had a little naughty smile and asked what I want for the breakfast. I said an omelet and toasts and she went away smiling. She always wear body tucking punjabi suits and that highlights her curves very well. She always used to have a kinky kinda smile on her face whenever she see me and that was getting me interested in.