He held the door open for them, and gestured.“Welcome. Come in please.”An average-everything, medium-build white guy walked in first. His lips mov...d into a smile and he held out his hand to shake.“I’m Johnson. Pleased to meet you, John.” His tone was oily, and set off John’s untrustworthy radar.So, he turned his finger and thumb into a steel circle and crushed Johnson’s hand.“Whatever you say, Slick.” John rasped back.Next was the other man, a shorter Vietnamese gentleman.“John, glad to meet. .. a DNA test will be required on what little remains.” Michelle sighed, deeply aroused now she’d become intent on the disposal of her husband, and went over the plan again, through sheer sexual excitement.“So Marambo Island has its own little zoo ... not too well administered and, shall we say, a little lax with its health and safety, just outside the emerging tourist resort, little known as yet to the general public...” Xavier grinned and pursed her lips.“Oh yes ... I’ve been privy to a. The rest of the staff isn’t so picky about the formalities of the old world. She’s a gifted medical doctor and microbiologist, and we can’t afford to lose her. So we humor her most of the time. She might seem like a hard-ass, but she’s all right if you give her enough time. She’s still mourning the loss of her husband, Anthony, and her son, Scotty. Her son was only four years old when the Y-Virus killed him. He died in her arms when she was about to take him to his preschool. I strongly advise. " Your father?" the man asked, shaking his head in disbelief. "We can't have this, Miss Conroy, not from an old family like yours. I know him well, an honorable man." Yes, my father. He had to do it, sir." She nodded and waited, confused because the county government, as far as she knew, was basically for independency, had been hard on known Tories, calling them into tax courts, part of the new state process with its freshly-minted constitution. This was an old worry returning, finding its.