Vargas signed her name to the release papers from the morgue, and then the two began wheeling Saema’s corpse down a long series of hallways, out a s...t of double-doors, and to a waiting van.It was lightly raining outside as Victor pulled open the van doors and, grabbing the head of the bag by a handle, dragged it onto the floor of the van. He proceeded to fold up the stretcher and put it to the side as his overseer got the van started and warmed up. Once done, he slammed the doors shut, checked. He did not recognize Zax, and for all he knew before he met Zax, the Core Masters that sought his nephew did not belong to any other great family. Therefore, Dinar thought him to be just another secluded expert who never invested in his family, one not out of many, but still not a threat to a great family.How his nephew managed to enrage such an expert and why did he not hand him over like the expert demanded were the sources for Dinar's hatred. How, despite his preparations, he still looked. It was an enjoyable experience to glide along the frozen surface once again. The rink was crowded, easily more than fifty skaters, young and old. Little girls practiced their spins in the middle of the rink, while young boys raced around the outside, showing off to their girlfriends. The adults just slipped quietly along, enjoying the motion and smoothness.I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings as I skated. I was thinking about what I wanted to do now that I had made two very big. (I noted, with some shame, I never really met anyone who was as far gone as I had been.)In any event, the gym management noted my progress, and my work helping others. One afternoon, as I was headed out the door, freshly showered, smelling not the least like a man who had just dropped five lbs of water weight, Mike, the floor boss, approached me."Yo, Jeff, gotta minute?" he asked.I looked around. "Me? Sure," I replied.He indicated the way back to his office; he ushered me in, motioned for me to.