That's about it and I better get going now." She said as she walked towards the front door. "Thanks for letting me see what was in the trunk." You're ...elcome and thanks for the hats although I have no idea what I'll do with any of the stuff."She left and Albert closed the door after her and went back to the den. He started to fold the clothes and put them back in the trunk. As he was folding and packing the clothes he recalled the recent conversation and wondered to himself what it really would. I opened the door and stepped through, ducking almost onto my hands knees. Well, not really, but it felt that way to me. Lou merely ducked.Inside the door were some stairs leading downward, and I fumbled around a bit seeking the light switch. I eventually found it, and, at the bottom of the stairs, a light came on. The stairs are steep, but there is a handrail which we gripped tightly. At the bottom of the staircase, the passage took a sharp 90 degree turn. The naked light bulb was burning. I was lying through my teeth. “Seriously?” George pressed. “You mean to tell me you have never once dipped the old wanker elsewhere?” “No,” I replied. George was not believing me. “Okay," I admitted, “Maybe I have looked. But I always chicken out.” George looked out across the beach and the setting sun. He took a few puffs on the Cuban cigar he had purchased. “There is so much good looking pussy in Cozumel,” George commented, “I don’t know what to do.” I had to agree, as I took a sip of my. "Grantby smiles at the way Thomassen seems to be organising his job for him but he only says, "Thank you. That will be helpful. I will look forward to meeting you on Monday?" Yes: till Monday. Goodbye." With that, Thomassen has gone.Grantby sits back in his chair for a moment. He is a little surprised that the Swedes felt the need to make sure the McEwans and Mrs McEwan's parents had safe passage to the airport. In his experience, victims released from a siege situation or from kidnap were not.