Calmly the diminutive academic reached under the left arm of his jacket and unbuckled the device. With great care and precision he slid the static tub... generator from his wrist and placed it on the top of the throbbing engines frame.As the pistons located into the locks, the room completed its grumbling rotation. Burgabiter's eyes now shone brightly; he threw the master switch with a theatrical flourish.Brighton followed Scarlet's lithesome form along the narrow corridor. He tried to keep from. You’d be bored to tears.”“No, I don’t think so. I’d love to watch how you mix the colors. You don’t just paint with plain old yellow, and how do you know where to put it? I think I could just sit here and watch you for hours.”“And could I come with you on your boat someday when it isn’t raining or windy or foggy or cold and watch you?”“You’d probably fall overboard.”“Oh, that’s what you think of me? I’m that clumsy?”“What I think is I’d better shut up before I get in any deeper.”“Yeah, good. As soon as I closed the door behind us she put her arms around my neck and cried with huge racking sobs onto my shoulder. I patted her back and stood there while she worked through her anguish.She was a strong woman, and had held up well to the pressure she was under, but now she was confronted with finding out that her missing husband had been living here in this very street almost immediately before his disappearance a month ago.It appeared to bring all her emotions to the fore. I gently. There was nothing screwy, no more than things usually are with him." How are things screwy with him?"He stared at me with that blank cop look I always find so spooky. Then he sighed."Look. This isn't relevant, but a couple of years back a showgirl who was living with him came by to file a complaint. She said he'd hurt her, locked her in closets, tied her up. BDSM stuff. She had bruises and such. We followed it up. Well, suddenly his lawyer has a talk with the girl's lawyer and she drops the.