This time I kept my mouth shut and let Agent Van Horn tell his story.We may still find them yet," the Fire Marshall said and then continued. "One of m... men found this lying in the driveway. I think it must have been inside the house when the explosion occurred."I could not believe what I saw. The Fire Marshall handed the Chief my voice recorder. The one I had hidden in the kitchen at the farm house.The chief push play and we heard voices and then he hit stop. The Chief studied the unit for a. She leaned down close to the window, but there was no one in the driver’s seat. What the hell? ‘Baxter, this isn’t — Oww! Oof!’ She winced in pain as someone with the strength of three men pushed her roughly against the driver’s side of the car. ‘Ungh … now listen, this isn’t funny, Baxter!’ She felt his hot breath on her neck, licking the water off her skin. She sensed the bulk of him, but could smell nothing, it was definitely Baxter, that uber-clean son of a bitch. Suddenly the idea that. ”“Easy for you, you’re two feet taller than everyone else,” he grumbled as he changed direction and headed towards the store. He was surprised how much he missed holding her hand, but they had to keep up appearances. They didn’t want anyone who worked for the UN happening upon them being too friendly and reporting the potential conflict of interest to the council ahead of their meeting.They entered through the oversized door, finding themselves once again surrounded by aisles of shelves and. On entering the inner sanctum, Alice noted that Henry had just pulled a stack of eight by eleven printer paper from his briefcase and was now tapping them into alignment like a news anchor.After they were both settled in with coffee, Henry said, "Alice, this is a rough draft of the introductory speech I'll be giving at my first fund raiser. I need to know if this is a Bold Initiative or Political Suicide. Let me preface it a bit by saying that what's on these pages, truly is my heart toward.