She was buried in someplace called 'Fairview Grove Cemetery'" I never heard of it," Jason said."Neither have I," said Cassie."Yeah, same here," Ned sa...d. "So I did some more dig ... um, looking. It's got an address that's on Old Fairview." Old Fairview?" Jason asked. "Hardly anyone lives there anymore. It's not even paved." Yeah, and there ain't no office listin' fer the place anymore, least not what I could find. Looks like it musta been abandoned." No, that doesn't make sense. The whole. It was the same voice that questioned whether Angelica was really good for me and I had a lot of practice at ignoring it.Despite several hours to choose I ended up selecting what I normally wore anyway, a pair of cargo shorts and a Pink Floyd t-shirt. Before I settled on that selection I went through virtually every article of clothing I owned. Twice.In the end I reasoned that if I dressed up better than normal it would signal that I was thinking of the evening as a date and Angelica had never. I let her slip slowly onto the soft cushions of my big red reclyning chair. She really is beautiful, her wild blond hair frames her pretty face like a fire storm! The adrenalin-boost by the shock of our hefty collision must have relaxed her completely: she breathes calmly and regularely. She wears a loose purple university sweater and very sexy skin-tight pants - and there: her jeans are ripped open and her right knee is bleeding! I say: »Hey, hey, can you hear me!«, but the girl just stirs. " Valerie was assigned to Charlie Team. You asked us to make use of her."Simmonds looked like he was about to suffer an embolism; his mouth moved but no sound emerged."We've still got an Infiltrator embedded with the police. She's only support staff but we can still make use of her in a limited capacity," Henderson informed him.The CEO nodded glumly, wondering how things had managed to go pear-shaped so rapidly.Watching the live feed from the helicopter on his desk monitor, Simmond's chest.