The Judge took his time getting comfortable, which meant that his news was not good. "We're hitting a bit of a stone wall," he began. "Our normal inte...ligence process isn't plugged in to whoever did this. We have ideas, guesses, and theories, but no facts that mean anything. So! We need to move you often and to unusual places while we figure things out."The first movement will take place right now. You're going to an undisclosed retreat where no one will be able to get anywhere near you. Don't. Then, when he was about to begin, he suddenly looked at his hands, and realized that his fingernails were too long to proceed. This was just as the HIV crisis was beginning and no one really knew about it yet. No one fisted in those days with gloves. He then went into the bathroom, got out a nail clipper and nail file, and proceeded to trim and file his nails. All the while having me retain my position which I was happy to do. I too have a sense of drama. And, besides, by this time, I was. “I know who you are, Dr. FrankBenson. This is over, I will tell the administrators at City University all about you, and I will tell themthat you are blackmailing me. You are through tormenting me as of right now.” “Yes, you could dothat slut, but you will need proof that I am blackmailing you, otherwise it is just your word againstmine. Wait here for a second,” he said as he walked back into his den. He returned and handedShalini a large envelope saying, “here, you will need this,” handing her. .. delicate, ah... Daddy," I said sweetly, "What's the biggest amplifier you have here?" Ah, I have this Marantz here that I've been hot testing for a customer, why?" he asked, indicating a very large amplifier sitting on the side of the counter with its back to me, thin wires sprouting from the speaker terminals.I let my eyes follow the wires to the tiny speakers hanging from the walls of the shop. "You've been playing it through those?" I asked incredulously. I looked at him and smiled.