"No!" Ben cried painfully. As soon as his bike came to a stop, he was running. "Father Torque! Are you all right?" he knelt by the bikers side. Lara a...proached quietly behind Ben. She stayed respectfully silent.Torque was obviously not all right. For the first time since she had met him, he looked old. His leathery face was ashen and filled with pain. Blood flecked on his beard. A moment after Ben spoke Torque opened his eyes and slowly turned his head towards him. "Of course I'm not all right,. But I knew that would do nothing to get us back together long term. Plus, I had too many irons in the fire. As a compromise I pulled over and called Gracie at Marta’s house.It did not start as a joyful conversation. She was glad to hear from me, but she was still mourning her mother’s death from Marzz and his Tuccos right after she left. Her Mother had not treated her well, but now she was gone and it was all because Gracie did something thousands of LA girls did every week, something to. She plopped down in the first chair she came to, holding her head in her hands."What happened last night? I feel terrible and my head is killing me."I almost choked into my cup to keep from laughing at her obvious misery. If she felt anything like she looked, she was more miserable than I had been when I first got up this morning. Thankfully, Myrna went on to tell her about what happened to her and Judy, and why they felt so bad. Now I had seen my daughter get upset before, but when Myrna. The most likely, I think, is to go through North Africa, to try and get a lead on where specifically it’s going to be detonated.”C: “North Africa is an awfully big place. There is no chance he could get info from the terrorists. He’s an Israeli, not Arab. He couldn’t take the time, and there wasn’t time to get inside the group. To turn somebody. That’s if he could even identify which group it is or where they were hiding. That would take weeks.”G: “No. It would take a lot of months.”C: “I got.