Ghar ki halat bohot achi nahi thi.mai ek bigra hua larka tha mere doste rich larko ke sath thi wo log bohot bohot pasie kharchte the par mere pass kha...chne ke liye pasie nahi hote thee mere ko collage me paiso ki bohot kame mahsoos haote thee mai baar baar jayada se jayada paise kamane ke planing karta rehta tha.ek baar ki baat hai garmeyo ke din thee mai collage se ghar jaldi aa gaya to gate khol ke ander aya to stor ki lite jal rehe thi mere nager ander gaye to mai dekhta hun kiMere maa apnee. ‘Anything?’ ‘No, it all looks normal. Like that all got up and went for a walk or something!’ Ragnar shouted back, entirely bemused by the situation. At worst, he had expected a struggle of some sorts when he had sent he empty tents, but to find nothing? ‘Wait, Bruni? There is something here, through the trees into the field.’ Ragnar amended, following the now distinct path of broken foliage, and hard mud impacts. And blood. ‘And there is blood too.’ Running up to the embankment, Bruni raced. Hang on, here's the card of the guy who did the work."He pulled Tom's card out of his wallet, and showed it to the inspector."Oh? Well, that's all right then. Tom doesn't do bad work."When the inspector was finished, Shahia offered him a coffee, and they sat at the table. "Miss, I'm going to give your house a glowing report. You deserve it, and it will be true. Actually, your house is worth maybe thirty thousand more since last time I saw it." Chris and Shahia both looked at him with their. The com announced, "Rerouted call for Prudence Whiteside."Jolted alert, Pru touched Voice Only. The screen lit with the Neo-Tantra logo. Underneath were the words "Ceuta Sector". In a moment, the logo was replaced with Jazira's face. Her eyes were red and bleary, her hair somewhat disarranged. She peered into the pickup as though trying to see Pru."Are you there, Pru?" she asked, her voice shaken. "I need you."Pru set the com to track her face and body, but not the rest of the room. "I'm here.