It was dark outside by the time the judgehad finished admonishing me and the guard led me in heavy chains to theprison van. I was tossed in and the do...r was locked. It was unlitinside, but I can tell you that it was bare metal with a bench on theright side. It was also unheated and very cold. Sometime after the tripstarted, the van stopped and the door was opened. The guard and a matronpulled me from the back and dragged me by the shoulders to a smallshack. Inside I was thrown to the floor and. "Eddy, I've already insured that the people handling his care are all people I trust implicitly. I don't think any of the hospital staff could be suborned into making a 'mistake' but I'd rather not run that risk. I'd like you to make sure there's someone watching him all the time, unless one of us is there with him, and then I want them outside his door." So you're thinkin' what I'm thinkin'... that this is your douche-bag husband's doing?" Eddy said, his face clouding with rage."Well, the. "And of course they want the two people responsible for them getting together to be there," she looked at us expectantly as Gordon gazed at her with a particularly sappy grin. He was doing a lot of that this year. I don't know, there was just something annoying about it."And who is that?" I smiled back.I was apparently equally clueless with respect to all marriages."You two!" Julie gushed."Us?" I protested. "They worked together for ten years!" Actually only six," Gordon pointed out. "But if. Both agents seemed to have different hidden agendas. The one seemed more like a street cop than a federal agent. There was something wrong with situation she and Mark found themselves in.She had no doubt that they were feds of some sort. But were they FBI? So many questions, so few answers. "What next?" she asked aloud. Rachel Jones shook her head and tried to concentrate of the problems they faced.She was reminded of the upper management at Cheswick and they way the department heads related to.