"Peter and Luke were both in the back seat. Luke was burning withhumiliation. The whole crowd had all seen the saleslady chasing afterthem, returnin... them to the sales booth to refund their passes, andsending them back to their car, their metaphorical tails between theirlegs.Peter growled to Luke, "It figures. If Ma can't figure out that the DNAmismatch between the criminal and me meant that I wasn't the criminal,then of course she can't figure out that `girls-only' means what it says:we are. I am too young for this crap. I am 24 years old living in a country-like town far in the north of Sweden. This shithole is a place where people come to die. I work the whole day and the only highlight I have at the end of my work day is to go home and sit in front of my TV or the computer and of course wank. I tried meeting women on the internet. There are not really any available women in this shithole. Many are quite old or happily married. Any decent fuckable women are often already. This was the sort of thing that she really excelled at and even the CFD arson investigation unit deferred to her as they began to slowly get the blaze under control.The sole bright point to this fiasco was that an introduction to the local FBI field office did present itself a couple of hours later. The investigation of the murder of a federal employee and his family fell safely within FBI jurisdiction, no matter how much FBMR might wrangle for oversight, due to the alleged magical nature of. All in all, we had a very profitable meeting with him inviting me to his yacht yet again, this time for dinner and to discuss the reason he came to Monte Carlo to meet me. I agreed, as there was no reason for me not too, so it was I was meeting Mr. Assonov for the third time in less than two weeks.The drive back to the hotel was uneventful as Sven spent the time talking to not only the attorney I hired to represent me in Monte Carlo but also the accountants telling them to call Mr. Assonov's.