Coming to a stop in the lot behind the diner, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "Do you know where the grocery store is? Do you kn...w my address?"Holly nodded."Here, I know my kitchen is pretty barren, so pick up whatever you need at the store for dinner and I'll do the real shop tomorrow. Take a cab so that you don't have to carry everything home," he said, handing her a bundle of cash."What should I make?" Surprise me, I'm certainly not a picky eater." Ok, I'll see you. "After a week Martin was wide awake and in control of himself. It was at that point that I let the doctors repair the torn tendon in my leg. When I came out of the anesthesia, Martin was in the comfortable chair by my bed."What are you doing here?" I asked happy to see him."Just passing by," he said smiling.Someone, I'm not sure who, arranged a small apartment for us near the hospital. We stayed there for three weeks. "Come on Max let's do a walk down memory lane tour," Martin suggested.'I. . it's solved then?" I said, anxious to hear the details.He nodded. "It's solved. We went through it step-by-step with him and there aren't any holes that we can find. We've also now got a match with the DNA found at the scene, so that pretty well confirms his version as well."Here's how it all happened," Etchevarry began. "Toby is on the road almost constantly, making service calls on machinery his company has sold. He's single and apparently likes the life. He was staying at the Riverbend on. His natural skill in sharpening the metal weapons made him a valuable member of the band of Norse warriors. Before the long voyage, he was the most popular person in the village. Everyone wanted their axes and blades sharpened by Rodin, the axe keeper.The young redheaded slave girl of Garth the boat maker approached him silently and lowered her head to the ground in front of his feet. She was a plump prize taken only weeks before in a raid on the British Northern coastline. Garth was a huge.