Van Buren and WabashMike was thinking that today would be the perfect day to send the 'Demon Buster' bombs and put one more Mage call through to Ella....hey discussed blast zones and radial damage estimates. All the while Mike kept wanting to up the 'tonnage' of the 'Busters', but he still wasn't willing to risk any collateral damage except in the intended target zone. He informed Ella that the tentative detonation time was set for five P.M. this evening and the after party was at Angelo's. 'This. As I parked my car I saw john about to close the restaurant. I went to say hello to him, he hugged me and told me he had to close bit early that night since we were expecting some storm. I was just about to say good bye when he asked me if I could gave him hand with some cartons he had to carry upstairs. I realised there was a small apartment above the restaurant. John told me he sleeps there some nights if they get busy at the restaurant. I asked him where was his family and staff. He told me. They looked like adults. Benjamin looked hale and handsome having lost most of his pudginess. Melissa looked gorgeous and had become unmistakably a woman. She had us sit at the dining room table and fed us eggplant mousaka--a bit over spiced but delicious.At six the doorbell chimed. A tall thin African stood in a cheap suit and tie selling the word of god--a Jehovah's Witness. The timing made me skeptical and he proved me right. "I'm not interested," I said."Believe me," said the African. The voice belonged to a tall, blonde woman whose back was to him. She was leaning out the window, which had been broken. As the door opened, she turned to face him, and he was confronted with a face that he knew as well as his own. Impossible, Jan thought, staring. It couldn't be...But it was."Well, if it isn't Laura Vandervoort," he drawled. "To what do I owe the unexpected pleasure of your presence…and in my bedroom, no less?" She folded her arms and stared at him coldly. "First of all,.