Then he tried to shrug and stretch. His terror was renewed when commands to his limbs seemed to dribble off the end of an old wooden pier into an ocea... of nothingness. There were no reassuring responses from his muscles as he tried to pull ligaments tight across bones or stretch into his surroundings, no protective caress of clothing or warm sheath of sheets holding him to a bed. A hospital. It must be a hospital, he thought, and felt a slight easing of his anxiety in knowing where he was. A. George did not resist. He flopped onto his side as Gemma grasped him by his wavy hair and pulled him down onto the mattress. “Now your ankles,” she purred. Gemma wrapped a towel around his ankles and George grunted as the next cable tie was fastened. He struggled a little as if to demonstrate his predicament and looked at Gemma with wide pleading eyes. His arms and legs were now securely fastened. Gemma stood up, and smoothed her tight skirt down around the top of her luscious thighs. It. This was way out of my department's league. While the last files were printing, I got on the radio to Shorty."One to three, do you copy?" I copy one, and I must say there are more of the guns from last night stored in the back warehouse. I make it out to be almost a thousand cases total. Did you copy that one?" I copy four by four, three. I want you to keep looking and call the two others from last night in. Have them go to the motor pool and impound what they find stored there, copy?" I copy. .” she looked down at her hands for a moment. “Before the cancer beat him, he made sure that I could manage my finances, and that I knew about his businesses. I know all of the managers, and the people at the investment firms.”“How are you holding up?”Jo sighed. “I’m managing. The airshow circuit is taking up a lot of my time, so it helps me to not dwell on everything else.”“Do you have a boyfriend?” That question came out before I could really about it, and I winced internally.She looked at me.