Nothing. It's dead. I think it's the antennas. The GPS is smashed," Susan said as she dropped the ruined instrument."Well, get my pack. Dad gave me a ...ew model for my hiking trip next month in the Rocky Mountains with the church group..." Good idea," Susan said as she walked down the narrow aisle and dug through the gear."I hear a vehicle," I said as I looked out the window."Hello in the plane. Is everyone ok?" shouted a man's voice. I tried to see where it was coming from, but couldn't see. Jenn thought about their lives. They had struggled in the horse business. Her husband had worked lots of meaningless jobs, struggling to get by as a trainer. It was a stroke of luck that Luke Santana had retired from being a professional runner. He had won an unbelievable number of gold medals as a sprinter in the Olympics. He had gone through the last few years with an unbelievable amount of endorsements. The money for the horses, land, house and staff was a drop in the bucket compared to what. The room was full as I moved to my seat and nodded to the sergeant checking people in. After we got the normal warnings and alerts we headed for the door. I was twenty and instead of a training officer I had six older constables I would be showing around.My area was a thirty minute walk and I pointed out places and people along the way. I turned into Jungle street and slowed before I shook my head. I crossed the street, "make sure no one can climb up onto the balconies. These banners have heavy. ” “Why do you say, oh?” “Because it’s always horrid when people split up.” Greg smiled. “I’ll live.” I don’t know what possessed me, but I said, “Need a hand with the cleaning?” Greg looked stunned. “Er . . . okay. I could do with some company.” “Good, cos so could I. Maybe you can tell me your take on that book.” “Sure,” I felt good as we walked towards Greg’s apartment. Greg was a nice guy who seemed genuine; in fact I knew he was. We talked about the Australian.