They listened quietly for a while. "Ok, stand here while I open the hatch. I don't think there will be any up there, but mistakes can get us killed." ...fter a moment, he called down to her. "Clear, come on up."Marla went up the ladder one rung at a time, he helped her up the last few feet. The roof was flat and empty except for some vents and HVAC units. The roof was gravel over tar, hot in the afternoon sun. There were solid green pyramids over the drugstore part of the building. He led the way. Craft asked Master Carl to investigate ... something. In the process two things became clear. The first was that there was criminal activity going on and second that in the process of obtaining the information the four of us might be exposed to prosecution. None of us are directly or indirectly involved in the criminal conspiracy that is your focus. We have requested that, in exchanged for the information you seek we are granted immunity from any and all prosecution, period. Lucius, is that. It was a sad sight as she pulled her shorts up however I knew it wouldn’t be the last time I got to view her heavenly place and then she looked at the clock, “Damn Frank, time does fly, Milly will be home soon and I promised her a workout” she said and I thought to myself that was something I wouldn’t mind witnessing, I wonder how much bodily contact mother/daughter have during their sessions?“Maybe I will go sit in the garden then” I said more in jest than anything else and was shocked by her. Giving a small smile back she seemed to slightly nod her head at him and continued to tell her story of how the door to her car had opened as she sat by the traffic lights and a strange man had gotten in, bloodied and bruised and told her to drive where he directed. Patrick didn’t bother to listen, he just watched her, remembering the good moments, in the bed, the time lying on the couch stroking and talking, the meals in the kitchen, the taste of her kisses and the feel of her body, and he.