Sarah was the top sales person in her office. She could let him walk away, find another realtor who would work diligently to satisfy his housing needs...and fulfill his sexual fantasy as well. But Sarah was also competitive; a sale was a sale, even if the product did not fit his needs. She sunk to her knees and beckoned for him to come to her.Tom hesitated a few seconds before stepping in front of her and peering down at the lovely vision. Hesitation was evident on both their faces. She's. I tuned out Jessica Davidson, because MI6 would hold me back instead of helping find and rescue Evie.Instead I concentrated on the first great problem that faced me in solving Evie’s disappearance. How does one contact someone like Jack out of the blue without sending up all kinds of red flags? Jessica prattled on and I’m sure she thought she was helping, but I was a million miles away and my brain was going a million miles an hour.I just about settled on a strategy for approaching Jack when. She had taken a few drinks to give her some Dutch courage. Finally, she felt her fingers skim over the pad of her phone and she heard it ringing.“Hello?”“Hi,” Kate replied, unsure as to where she should take the conversation. There was a long pause.“It’s you?” the voice on the other end whispered.“Yes,” Kate replied. Again there was a lengthy pause.‘Did you like it?” was all he asked.“Yes, very much.”“I did too. Would you like to do it again?”“Yes.”Kate remembered the train ride and felt. Niall decided to pull out then and send in Swann and his men. It was too late. Steve opened the container door and stepped through. The night exploded into violence.Steve was almost cut in half by a hail of machinegun fire before he was halfway through the door. He was dead before his body crashed to ground. Niall and Bill threw themselves behind a stack of bronze bars and readied their weapons. They couldn't see much so Bill hurled heavy bronze bars at the door until it stood open. Niall.