Verdant hues glanced over her shoulder, as her hand rested upon the doorknob to the double french doors, the most opulent in the house. She hadn’t t...lked to Edward J. Robertson, III, in a long time, but she was connected deeper to him, than any other man on this earth, although the closest she had ever got to him, was a handshake, a pat on the back, and perhaps a kiss on the cheek at Christmas. Cat wanted answers. She needed answers. Catriona moved with the grace of a large predator, her eyes. It was a sturdy wooden affair that she?d inherited from her grandmother. It weighed a ton and would certainly support the slim weight of Tracy without moving. Taking more rope, she bound her ankles to the leg rests, ran rope across her knees and the armrests, securing her legs. She then inserted her own gag, buckling it tightly behind her head. Taking another length of rope, she fastened herself to the back of the chair, passing it tightly over her chest and stomach. The last thing she wanted. "Maximilian, my dearest brother!" she cried. At these words Madame Morrel rose, and threw herself into her son's arms. "Mother," said the young man, looking alternately at Madame Morrel and her daughter, "what has occurred--what has happened? Your letter has frightened me, and I have come hither with all speed." Julie," said Madame Morrel, making a sign to the young man, "go and tell your father that Maximilian has just arrived." The young lady rushed out of the apartment, but on the first step. .. It was the last thing I would have ever expected to find in my grandmothers bedside table.I sat down stunned and starred at the object in my hand, the phone forgotten for the moment."Hello?"The caller, "Yes... I'm still here?" Did you get that number I gave you James?" Yea... yes madam I did." I barely heard her, and most certainly did not take down anything she had told me. Just one of grandma's stupid friends - the old bat would forget she had phoned and left a message regardless!"OK, tell.