The girl stood up slowly, wiping her dripping chin with the back of her hand. "Leave us".The girl walked out of the room slowly, watching the lovely b...und woman over her shoulder as she exited the room, silently shutting the heavy oak door behind her.Thornton rose and stroke over to a sweating and very satisfied Beatrice. He untethered her completely and pulled her to her feet on shaking legs.He dragged her over to the sturdy leather sofa back and pushed her over at the waist until her face was. Shechanged the subject quickly. "How long is that?"Deanna looked back down. "Three days."Leslie thought of Don - stuck as Deanna for three days. Shewanted to laugh, and fought hard not to. "Serves you right," shefinally muttered, her voice simmering with anger at his intendedbetrayal.Deanna felt like screaming. "Serves me right? Me?" Her voiceraised in both pitch and volume. "I'm not the one who wasscrewing around! I'm not the one who's been keeping secrets!"She took a step, collapsing. He returned the professor's passport to him. "Is Bella the ticket inspector still on the train?" Bella? The ticket inspector's name is Pierra, sir." Tall, attractive young woman? Rangy, with black hair?" No-one in the team on this train fitting that description, sir." Are you quite sure?" Certain, sir. It's an all-male crew on this run down to Madrid. Will that be all?" Yes. Sorry. My mistake." * Bella's elegant legs were draped over one of the iron trusses high up in the Atocha Station's. Same result SWITCHED OFF. Now where was she leading me to and what kind of a mail had she sent me that she could not speak to me directly? Yes I did have an intimidating reputation but I’d never given her any reason to be scared of me, rather I used to be cautious while dealing with her making sure I never hurt her in anyway. And now she wants to communicate to me through Mail. What a crap? Well what option did I have? She was in command and she was calling the shots. Was this the end of.