They had forgotten to include her back-up silencer but she had a personal one that could do the job just as well.She had lost track of the bodies the ...ast few years and she hated to admit that she no longer felt any sense of guilt or loss at dropping so many human beings into the void for the next world shamelessly and without any compunctions about moral right or wrong.Abby had the best training in the world from a former Mossad killer and an American Indian with that blank stare that looked. He stood there with a grin on his face,and not laughing at us. But there wasn't only a grin, but it looked likehe was getting a bit misty. When I watched him turn from us and heard thesnort I knew what was going on. Jenny looked at me and I knew she wasthinking the same thing. We shared one light kiss as we jumped off thecouch and flanked Marty, both giving him hugs. This time a tear wasnoticeable on the face of my future father-in-law. He wrapped us in hisarms. "We should, um, get. He left a message as unconcernedly as he could asking her to ring him on his mobile.Next he rang his secretary and told her he had an emergency and did not know when he would be in. After that he rang Chief Inspector Ian Davidson. They had met professionally on a number of cases and a friendship had developed. Of course he had to go through reception but in the end Ian answered him."Hello, Bill," he said. "How good to hear you! I have a feeling with you ringing at this time of day it's business. By the time I got there he had straightened up and his book had vanished. After the waiter seated me, I asked for a Macallan scotch with water. Smiling at George I said, "Thank you so much for letting me share your table. It's frightfully busy tonight isn't it?" My pleasure," he beamed, holding out his hand, "I'm George, from New York." A delightful city," I said, shaking his hand, "Constance, from London but currently residing in Dublin."He smiled, "The tart with the cart." I beg your pardon?".