He handed her the camera out the truck window. She beckoned at the dashboard, "and your phone Mister."He reached over and grabbed the phone, locking i... before handing it to her, "Why are you doing this?"She looked out at the hills and thought for a minute before answering, "Does it matter?" I guess not," he replied. She smiled, spun on her heels, and crunched across the gravel back towards her campsite. A light breeze pushed her hair out of her face, and she made sure not to look back as she. Beside her lay Fred Underwood and Jim Akenside, two fellow financial scribblers sent out by their bosses, like Katie, to cover a secret meeting of world central bankers in this Indian Ocean Island paradise.What a total waste of time! The local police had the whole conference so well wrapped up that there was no way at all of gleaning any useful facts. No one connected with the arrangements would talk to them. Too damned scared. The nearest anyone could get to the meeting place - on a well. My boss thought I might be having mild burnout, and felt it was better if I went back to a half-week for a while. I was at home lot bored, so I started to indulge in cross-sressing more. It was the only thing I could think of doing to fill my time. Stefan helped me become really good at it! It was he who encouraged me one day to wax the little hard of mine that was still visible. He even bought me all the materials, they were waiting for me at his place on the evening he suggested it. So I just. Who was it?”“I’d swear it was Chang,” Mike answered. He patted his pistol to make sure that it was there.“Chang? What would Chang be doing here?” Sanjay asked wide eyed. The last person he expected to see in that area was Chang.“I don’t know,” Mike answered. His intellect told him that he was wrong, but his gut was telling him that he was right. He trusted his gut more than his intellect. He said, “I intend to wait here until he comes out and then follow him.”“Good plan,” Sanjay said. He.