"Let's see what the Misses has to say about this. If I let you loose, you won't try and run?" No sir," Emma promised.He walked behind them to their th...tched house. Emma noticed there were no electrical or phone lines leading to it. Both were shaking slightly as they entered to the smell of delicious food cooking in the fireplace. The place was small. The kitchen, bedroom, and a loft. Hundreds of books lined the shelves. The furniture was primitive but solidly built. The table and chairs were. We got two Seals and explored and filmed where the city is going to be. We took samples, did a sounding, and also found a perfect shelf to put the oil rig on. We think the runway will need to be scraped, filled with clay, packed down, and then concrete. Same for the hanger pad. We are waiting for the soil samples to come back.”Meg asked, “Is everything else good?” Anna said yes. “Do you want to go swimming later, I’ll text you.” Meg then said, “I got to go! Jean, can I borrow your car?” I think. He felt nothing for those women, that’s why he always went with that type of girl; the complete opposite of Lola. Those harlots with their curve less, petite, tanned bodies, dark brown eyes and short blonde hair. He knew if he saw anything of Lola in them he wouldn't be able to go through with it. He hadn't always been like that though; he used to be with any and every girl, until he moved to Lola's town. The first time he saw her was sunbathing in her back garden by their pool. He actually. No matter how good she looked or how smart she was.He cleared his throat again and pulled the file in front of him. Opening it, he reviewed the first three or four papers and set them aside. He still had not said a word. The silence usually made the perp uncomfortable. He could see a similar reaction in the back of her eyes. He read the next item and suddenly said, "Mrs. Hastings, I need answers to many questions. Those answers will decide how we proceed. Got it?"She nodded in the affirmative.