"Suddenly things started to make sense. The reason it was so easy for me to spot the car following me was because Ross was driving. If Van Horn was dr...ving he would have been much more careful knowing that I am an expert at spotting a tail. That would also mean that if Van Horn is with Ross, he was not there by choice. If he were, he would have told Ross to not follow me so closely."Okay, I need you to contact the Massachusetts' State Police and tell them what is going on. I am going to have to. They weren’t building anything.They were guarding.Something? Someone?Hidden in the shadows, she could see more clay men scurrying into the tunnel, with greater intensity. Her eyes narrowed, focusing on their faces. Dry as a rock. No sweat in the New York heat. Stone faced, every quiver of muscle grinding to a halt, their skin having lost its supple. There was something very slapstick-esque about their fluorocolour vests, contrasted against their dull, red skin.I wonder if ordinary humans can. I was just lucky the guards were close by and stopped thingsbefore they got out of hand.Again, I tried to give my side of the story, but he very sternly toldme to stop or the zip ties would have to be put back on. I sat back,dumbfounded, and didn't make another protest. He then looked down atme, or was it? Yes, he was definitely checking out my breasts, andpatted me on the shoulder. He went on telling me to Just take this as agood lesson and don't go around offering yourself like some high. Then there’s the fact that she came home from work almost four hours late with a guilty look on her face that made it clear she’s hiding things from him.Brad asked Riley to turn around. She tried to refuse but he insisted. She turned slowly in a complete circle. When she was facing him again he stared at her for a very long moment with a look of shocked disbelief on his face. Finally he asked, “Where are the rest of them?”“In bags by the front door.”He said, “Don’t move.”He walked around her.