....or a whole town." There was nothing I could say. I could see the logic in that argument. "No, James. I am a prisoner here. A prisoner in a ...ilded cage. That is the expression, is it not?" she asked me. "Yes," I agreed. "That is the expression." There was nothing else to say. "Sometimes I pray that my husband's father would die. But he is too mean to die." she continued. "My husband adores his father. He would do anything his father tells him. He does not see what his father. Can you meet me? It's really important. Say in about an hour or so?"I looked at the clock on my desk and since it was still sort of early and I was home alone with nothing else to do, I thought what the hell. "Yeah, I can meet you. Where do you want to meet?" Can you come to my house?" Ah, yeah I guess. Give me the address, and directions." Well, first off, I live just across the state line in a small town called Poplars Cove, just off the interstate. It'll take you a good hour to drive it, but. ." Tonight, if I can inveigle Jean Blakely out here to the ranch... and unless I've lost my grip, you can count on it," Lydia advised, her words reaching him in an almost serpentine hiss. "I'll call you back to verify everything within an hour or so. I want Mark Blakely's balls tacked right up over my bed, Link, you undrerstand?" Right... I know! You can count on me!" Morgan answered in a half-drunken, private viciousness of his own."I better be able to! Get the camera equipment ready, and. Whatever it was, it was fast, heavy, and smart enough to recognize that it had been discovered.“What is it, some kind of animal?” Jules whispered.“Quiet!” she snapped, her rifle pointed at the trees. “Wake the others.”He crawled over to Edwards as she had instructed, the Marine sleeping soundly nearby, and shook him. The Marine jerked awake and sat up straight, clearly alarmed, Jules lurching backwards in surprise.“What’s up?” the Marine asked groggily.“Something is in the trees,” Jules.