Kierney had some things to do for work, so if one of the boys wanted to go the seat was open. Ryan, who attended weekly youth group, said he’d be do...n to check it out, and as he did James’ thoughts began to swirl.By the time he reached 20, James had come to terms with his most guilty sexual fantasies, and had bottled them up with the rest of things he deemed impossible to ever play out in real life. Alone in precious privacy he would lust after older women, dreaming of tight yoga pants, lotion. First, I'll come around to each of you and write a number or set of numbers on your forearm. Those numbers will help the game progress smoothly. Mr. Adams, you first, please... if you will just hold out your arm."Alex extended his arm to her and, with a felt pen, Bianca inscribed the numbers, "3 - 4 - 2." Alex's forehead wrinkled as he contemplated the meaningless inscription."Mrs. Adams?" said Bianca.On Julie's arm, she wrote "#1." Thanks," said Bianca, "Mrs. Townsend?"On Mona's arm, she wrote. No, Daddy deserves to know, it’s too important to gloss over.“As you know, I took her to dinner last night. Managed to install a thumb drive, some special kind I don’t understand, in her laptop for a minute. It gave the Sullivans access to her hard drive.”I explained about their all-night vigil. And the suspected connection to Mr. Laser -- ‘showmemoney’. Daddy said, “Tom Cruise.”“Yep, we think so.”Daddy did what I knew he would, called Hank Morristown. “Let’s go, he’s expecting us.”On the drive. As they had hoped, there was a sky bridge connecting the second floors of the Deli with the coin store on the opposite arc. Madisonstood next to the outside arc and trained her binoculars down the corridor, dialing Mark’s and Emily’s phones and setting up a three-way bridge. Hannah began unloading the forty bags from the four side-cars while Mark and Jada climbed the stairs to the second floor of the Deli.And there it was, a new elevator taking up most of the length of the short six-meter sky.