”I looked at him for a minute before reaching out to remove the needle, “It will take a few minutes to wear off.”I waited until he shuddered and...glared at me before shrugging, “You are a marshal. Now are you going to interfere or help?”He continued to look at me, “How do you know it is...”I waved my hand, “You know auditors better than me. The theft came from this building. The data net corruption deleting the prisoners names came from the marshals on this floor. My sealed file was access by. ..would you be able to get me a towel? I forgot to bring one in...” Shane could tell that she was embarrassed, but his heart leapt. “Err...yeah, sure!” He said, “Just give me two secs.” He didn’t wait for an answer, but instead raced into his room, where the towels were kept in a cupboard. He opened the cupboard, and surveyed the contents inside. He reached his hand out for the top towel, but slowly withdrew it as the beginnings of a plan started to form in his mind. He shifted the top few. It was almost apparent from his manner that he hated tosee her. Her 1,000 dollar hand made Italian boots' heels rang on theimported marble of the hallway. She carelessly tossed the riding glovesaside but only one landed on the table and the butler had to stoop forthe other."Is my husband home?" she asked, pulling out her cigarette holder andputting one in.Stevens the butler deftly lighted it. "Yes, Ma'am. He's in the familyroom." At the bar, no doubt!" she snorted unpleasantly. She took a long. Supper was short and sweet. As soon as it was over, Andrew packed his things and drove off to the base in Sacramento so he could fly out the next morning. In the meantime, we dropped off a depressed Ami at her parents' place.When we left, I pinged the young woman to check in on her; she was curled up and crying herself to sleep. The thoughts which raced through her mind were as unwholesome as mine: images of Andrew being blown up, shot, or hacked to pieces. It was strange that she and I shared.