” she beamed, throwing out her arms.“Mmmmmmm, it so good to see you sweetheart, how have you been?” she asked.“Just fine Ms. Carter, how have ...ou been?” I replied.“Keeping them on the straight and narrow, you know me.” she winked.She grabbed me by the hand and we started down the hallway, she was talking a mile a minute. She told me she was watching the day I was carted off the field to the ambulance and how she had been so worried. She told me about how she had just watched the Super Bowl and. She sighed, and thought, "I can do this!" as she opened the door marked"Dr. Catherine Jones". The doctor's office was just as she had left it.The empty safe door open, the drawers open after she had rifled throughthem, looking for more cash or credit cards. The office was compact andvery utilitarian, a reflection of the doctor's cold and harsh demeanor.The grey metal desk faced the door. Behind it, a large glass window thatopened onto the factory floor below.Candace paused for a moment,. Doubt it no more. The coinage alone would be enough to draw suspicion. The fact the man’s bag was specially made with hidden compartments and traps would increase the suspicions. The writings we found are all the proof I require. If I had found them while von Schumann was still alive, I would have killed him on the spot. If I had my way – and Lady Elena had hers – the king’s niece would be in our dungeon this moment awaiting trial by jury and her death. I have told my sisters that one action. Mai land ko ander baher karte karte pir se ek jor se dhakka mara to mera land thoda aur ander ghuss gaya wo mujhe se chipat gai aur bohot jor se chikne lagi oooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuuuuuuuuuuiiiii maaaaa aaaauuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh nikalllllllooooooooooooooo oooooooooo meri jaan jalan ho rahi hai aur dard bhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii raaaaahaaaaaaaaaaa nahi aaaaaaaa jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjaaaaaaaaaa raha , thori dair mai boli abb thora acha lag raha hai aur mai ek jor ka Dhaka maara to fir se.