For a moment I still thought somehow that it was Eric. That my friend had somehow made it down to catch my victory but that thought would be pushed as...de soon enough. I didn’t see his club like fist coming at me until after it had collided with my jaw and spun me around face first against the brick wall. I don’t think I would have moved again that night if I didn’t have to, it hurt too much just to think. ‘Eric?’ I shouted in confusion. You have to understand, Eric is one of my best friends.. The chair’s legs were bolted to steel brackets drilled and anchored into the concrete floor. The table’s legs were similarly secured. Neither could be torn loose or broken apart to be swung or hurled as weapons. Adams stared fixedly at three people sitting in similar chairs behind an interview table facing him ten feet distant.A one-way mirrored viewing window spanned two-thirds of the wall behind them. They wore buckskin clothing. A young girl sat at one end. Her white, beaded buckskin dress. But then, what had Sam gone and done? He'd hardly proven to be ashining example of professionalism. He still felt enormously self-conscious and embarrassed of allowing himself to become so...distracted.Rivers turned away from the window, strolling back over to stand besideSam. Sam found it difficult to look his partner in the eye and insteadbusied himself with his handbag, tucking his hairbrush back into one ofthe inner pockets."Do you think you're ready to carry on?" Rivers voice was quiet. She had called the hotel, where John was staying, and was told he checked out and took the hotel's shuttle to the airport. It was James' suggestion that they let him catch them and see how it played out.John's eyes moved from them to the TV and back to them. "But what are you doing?" he asked, as he motioned hands toward them.The sight of his wife, her brother, and his wife sitting naked on the sofa sent a wave of excitement coursing through his body. Similar to the one he had when Clara called.