Lawrence had practicallyinvented high society. He reached out with both hands to shake her handand smiled with a warm smile."So glad you could come o... such short notice. How have you been mydear? Let me take your coat. Would you like some tea?" He smiled as heled her back to the front of the office to his desk."You sent your private jet half way across the country for little-ol'-me? Tell me now, what's up Richard?" Ms. Lawrence scolded in an almostplayful way.She fit well in the office,. ‘Okay then. Thanks I guess.’ Alyssa walked off down the street, her watch still blinking 88:88. She turned to learn the details of the vehicle, just in case he turned out to be a nuisance later. The license plate was missing from the front bumper but she was able to discern that it was a brown Jeep Cherokee. She could certainly remember what the guy looked like. He looked like Stephen King for Pete’s sake. Imagine, bumping to Stephen King. For real. She couldn’t even imagine the possibility but. .." My aren't you getting to be the wise ass?" I said."It's the only reason they let me hang around with you," she reminded me. "What we are really going to need are detonators, and a trigger," she informed me. "You haven't given me enough information to know exactly how many detonators."Then it's twenty pounds of Semtex and twenty five detonators. We need the detonators to have different frequencies I suppose?" I suggested."Five each of five frequencies should work." Eve suggested."Okay but we. "That was about it and then one morning I heard on the TV news that Mary had been found dead in a hotel bedroom somewhere. It surprised me because there was a hint of something-dodgy going on with Mary. Honestly I wouldn't have thought Mary was the type to... you know. Well, the hotel wasn't that far from her house."The Simmons weren't big customers of mine, so beside the normal curiosity that everybody had as to what had happened, I wasn't really interested. Angela and I discussed it a little,.