’ Joel stared at his friend, his mouth agape as the words sunk in, ‘Cilly, what?’ ‘Oh shit I thought you knew, you guys were so tight,’ Rod ...ealised there was no going back, he had said too much. ‘Well it’s over now anyway, they took out the lump, got it all and she only had radiation as a precautionary measure.’ Joel felt sick, he sagged back onto the couch and remembered the way she looked when she had met his boat. Rod handed him a shot of tequila and a Corona looking worried, ‘Listen mate,. At an exhibition one evening, I found myself lost in admiration of one particular sketch. Arthur had disappeared with a very affluent looking female, who I do suspect was in the process of spending her ex-husbands retirement plan. Anyway that sketch was no more than a few curved lines on the page, but it had captured my imagination.The price tag was well over five hundred pounds, so there was no way in the world I could justify spending that kind of money on a piece of paper.I was still staring. I closed too quickly for him to get another shot, and he started to draw his own sword. I uttered a grunt of pain as I felt my rib strain when I cut him down.I sheathed my sword, drew upon my arcane training, and cast a healing spell. I could feel the pain leaving my body as my ribs healed and the bruise on my head began to go away. But I also could feel my magic reserves draining quickly, way too quickly. So one MORE thing I’m going to have to build back up. This is getting annoying. " I told you I wouldn't; I said it three times," Lori interjected angrily. "That's when you called in your goon." Okay, a mistake on my part, but do we need all the aggravation?" He was whining now. "Listen, what if we leave? Couldn't we just forget about this?"I shook my head. "Sorry, no chance. Your partner is carrying, and I need to ascertain he's got a license. Besides, I want your names and addresses in case Miss Jorgensen suddenly goes missing."The Black guy showed perspiration now. He.