We discussed more about exams and about her. She was from bihar and was studying her msc from some collage in the city. We planned to continue classes...at my home as I was not allowed in her PG. Everything was going fine and one day she asked me sir aap mujhe coffee treat kab doge.So after the class we went for a coffee at CCD and there i came to know about her past how her bf use to behave and while telling i noticed small tears in her eyes. As that was not a right place to discuss more on this. Joe was in luck! The construction boss spoke English. He seemed to speak even more fluently when he saw the money that Joe held in his hand!However, Joe was cautious. He did not want to hand over all the money in advance in case the workers refused to agree to humiliate Abbey. In fact, he ned not have worried as the idea of a young woman dancing sexily for the crew made the boss agree readily to Joe’s suggestion. Of course, the sight of the money in Joe’s hand and the promise of a few bottles. It looked like we would have to start out slogging our way through possible witnesses until we found somebody who had seen Mr. Hawthorn when he disappeared. This was going to be time consuming and aggravating, but what else could we do?Then it dawned on me! We didn't have to do all of that! All we had to do was send a POV back to follow Mr. Hawthorn on the day he disappeared. That way, we would have no doubt of the who and how, and maybe the why, of the crime. Furthermore, we could work in. "I'm sure you'll agree that we've got some star speakers and plenty of exciting new ideas. Here are your passes."She handed Gabrielle the name tags that they'd have to dangle over their breasts for the evening. She hesitated slightly when she saw the names associated with Gabrielle's companions."I hope you don't mind me asking," Samirah said in a relatively low voice. "Are your companions Indian or Pakistani? Not necessarily, of course, by birth, I hope you understand, but by ... er ....