“Really, was it a robbery gone bad?”“No. She looked at her watch. “Okay, I will tell you the entire story about how I ended up here, but first... tell me, who is the rightful owner of the house, you or Karl?”“I’m. I come from a line closer to the original owners. Karl is off on a branch with third and fourth cousins. Why?”“I’ll tell you later.”She leaned back in the sofa and closed her eyes, and then she opened them. She took a deep breath and told me her story.****She began by telling me about. ‘I’m an angel, junior grade.’ Stacy looked carefully, but could detect no angelic wings nor hear the sound of a harp playing. The Choir Invisible was similarly noticeable by its silence. ‘I have a few questions to ask you,’ said Jeremiah, picking up his clipboard. ‘It’s part of our new Quality Control protocol, whatever that is: They never tell us junior staff anything―’ Stacy peered into the fog. ‘Eh?’ he said. ‘Excuse me, but I do not know what you are on about,’ he said firmly. ‘I was. All of a sudden i saw the miss reenter the room from a different door she was wearing her same outfit which was hardly anything to speak of, she approached the girl and told her that she should have kept her hands to herself that way she wouldn't have them tied up. i watched as the miss pulled out a silver hook looking device or toy and slowly insert it into the girl's ass and she tied it to the same ropes that were binding the girl's hands. the hook was tied tight to the ropes and the girl let. They were past the group instantly and headed for the river. Scott could see more men converging on the river from east and west, torches lighting their way. He gauged Albannach's speed versus that of the armed groups and thought they would make it okay.His calculations had to be revised moments later when he spotted a deep pit directly in their path and Albannach had to swerve to go round it. This did two things: it meant they would take longer to reach the river; and they were now heading.