"We had a thunderstorm last night with enough wind to shake the trees a bit. She woke up screaming, babbling about tornadoes all over the world, or so...ething. Took the rest of the night to calm her down." Sorry. You must be exhausted." Mark said."I've felt better, if that's what you mean." Jane responded."Poor dear. Let's see if I can help. Drain, Jane, drain." Jane's eyes sagged shut and her head slumped forward. "Good girl. Open your eyes and look at the screen, dear." Yes." Jane responded. "After Evan'sbetrayal... life seemed to fade away. All I could think about wasdeath. I sought it, even. My other friends avoided me without giving mea reason why. The only comfort for me came from the books I read. Ahh,there were dozens of novels I would go through in a matter of days. Ihad nothing better to do, for I was an outcast, and my grades startedto slip. There lay only one answer for all the pain I had inside myheart."He took off his shirt and showed Tawny the scar across his. Mrs Morgan by contrast was lovely, a tanned gym bunny who seemed to spend her life pottering around their house in tracksuit bottoms and tight t-shirts, much to my delight. One day I popped over to borrow one of John’s videos. John and his dad were was out, but Mrs Morgan was her usual happy bouncy self. “Come in, I think it’s in the VCR already” she said and turned on the television. The screen burst into life and there, in glorious technicolour, was Mrs Morgan, slurping away on an absolute. Abrams out of danger. He might resist. Young Todd is very idealistic, but one word to Andrei and he’ll have Todd away from there if he has to bag him and air-freight him away in handcuffs.”“I take it then, that Todd’s contacts that he’d alluded to earlier have dried up?”“Worse than that! A few seem to have disappeared. Apparently someone heard somebody say something, a hint here, a word there, and the President’s men became suspicious. Two of Todd’s contacts are captives in the Cuban prison..