Fortunately the nature of the disaster was actually on their side; crime scene preservation would take a back seat to rescuing the passengers. So even...if they didn’t do a thorough job covering their own tracks, the rescue operation would probably do the rest.They worked with a dejected silence. They all knew there wasn’t a chance to stop the train before the derailment. Most of them distinctly did not want to have blood on their hands. Stealing was one thing, but killing many innocent people. "Nick, you're dreaming," he said gently. "That's Camilla St. John and Mario Minaghieri, and Gerald Oliver's conducting. I love you like a brother, man, but there is absolutely no way you're singing Scarpia in that rare air. Actually, I've heard that Marko's going to do it."Why did everybody but me seem to know what was supposed to be happening? "Marko's out," I replied. "Oliver chose me himself. I auditioned for him this morning, and he said I was his man. They're going to be calling bright and. It wasn't until I heard a click that I suspected something was wrong."I bet you're really gonna regret not lasting a little longer," she said. Then I felt something cold around my ankle and another click. She was scaring me now. "because that is going to last you for awhile."I bucked, pulled, and struggled against my bonds and though the white framed bed covered with a canopy looked like it belonged in a small girl's room, it proved to be more than a match for me. I had gone nowhere, and now my. And quit acting like you never heard that women have the prerogative to change their mind," and to make her point, she stuck out her cute little tongue at me."What does your wanting to change our agreement have to do with your prerogative?" Nothing at all but it is the best reason I can think up to change it without just throwing a tantrum." Then she threw her arms around me and smothered me in kisses.How could I argue with logic like that? Hell, I was having a hard time trying to decipher it.