Smithy decided to hold his judgement on that score, as Mark had not impressed him at all. “So, are you having dinner with me?” he asked her.Bambie...lifted an eyebrow at him, and he gave her a confident grin. “Great,” he then said, as he flashed the keycard to her room and opened the door for her.“I recommend that you get a couple of hours of sleep and then go for a swim. If you don’t sleep too long, you should get a good night’s sleep tonight and adjust to our time zone faster. I’ll collect you. “Probably not. Try not to run on me, Carl. I’d hate to let the Staties shoot you.” He undid my cuffs.I immediately stretched and then rubbed my wrists. “Thanks, Lew,” I said to him.“You want to tell me what happened now?” he asked.I glanced over at DeAngelis, who nodded, and told Carstans everything. He already knew about the firebomb attack, and how I had sent my family away for safety. He also knew I had owned the Colt. He hadn’t been out to the house, but the reports were already filtering. "Got it. Now's here's what I've got in mind."Marcy and Nikki walked up the steps to the front door of the small apartment. It wasn't plush and was actually built over a two car garage, but the owner had done a nice job of finishing it and, at least for the time being it would serve their purposes nicely, besides it was the only apartment that was even livable that they could afford and which had been available on such short notice."When that next check comes in we can..."Marcy had just entered. "Um… excuse me… would you mind terribly if I joined you?" she asked, pointing to one of the chairs at my table. I looked up at her and then took a quick (and discrete) look around. The place didn't seem that busy, but she was attractive and I wasn't expecting anyone else…"Of course, please," I said, standing up for her."Thank you. My name is Tina. This may sound strange and I feel a little like a junior high school girl, but I have seen you in here many times and always thought you might be.