" Oh," Stefan answered realizing that he had just stepped into a deep lecture on the study of botanicals. He had a quick flashback to the classrooms o... his school and the droning lectures of the priests. At least Mirela was soft on the eyes compared to those flinty stone heads. With that thought, a chuckle escaped from his throat.Mirela raised an eyebrow, "Something in my description strikes you as funny, guardsman?" No my lady," Stefan straightened his spine, "your words sent me back to my. Then she considered the time they had worked together."The watch meant something to the suspect," she said finally.Bryant's head jerked in her direction."What do you mean?" he asked. He hadn't spent much time considering the case. He had been focused on the Mayfield kid but the few times he did think about the robbery, something nagged at his mind."She took a 'keepsake'," Holly continued. "She didn't take cash or credit cards. I mean, I can see leaving a credit card behind, particularly if the. Sighing, Frankierealized he was spinning his wheels with worry. He should simply pick upthe phone and call his wife. That would solve everything. Everything? Idoubt it, he thought.Wife. I haven't thought about Helen as a wife in ages. She calls me herwife instead and well, what am I? As Frankie began to dial, he hung upthe phone. What should I say? Should I tell her anything? Should I behurt that she hasn't called? What had she been doing for the past fewdays and why hadn't she called him?. Their only comment was a consistent, "Wright's failure to properly document the release of Mr. Anderson means we do not know what happened to Mr. Anderson after he left our premises. If we could help, we would, but we've had no involvement since February 4."The investigation had hit a brick wall. No one was able to prove that the S&T office knew where I'd gone or who had me, especially because Wright had deliberately kept that very close to his chest, knowing my likely final fate and that my.