He looked at Tommy. “Oh. Leisha, this is Flynnie… uh, Thomas Flynn. He plays…” “I know who he is,” she said politely, extending her hand t... Tommy. “Nice to meet you officially, Mr. Flynn. My brother finally had a decent shooter to pass the ball to when you arrived at school. You probably helped him get his scholarship.” Tommy shook her hand absently, lost somewhere between her opiatic, amber eyes and thick hair that tumbled in playful, loose coils over her shoulders. She looked back at Tommy. "But I just got off the phone with Henry. To make a long story short, he didn't get all that he hoped he could get by now. His work got in the way, and he had trouble catching up with a few people over the weekend." So, we're not going to run the story?" she said, in about the same tone."Oh, we're going to run it," Mike said. "Except that I think it would be wise to not run it just yet. Henry says that what we have is rock solid, but there's more there. My feeling is that we need to do more. "Have no mercy on me, I deserve none."She herself did not know where those words, or the strength to utter them, came from. Manu, looking down on her prostrate form, smiled faintly; he did know.Today's program would start at 11:00. The hands on the clock, on the wall, made their way, inexorably, towards the appointed hour. Lila drank, water, juice and coffee, while Aisha kept her IVs going. Both of them noted Manu's frown whenever the IV bag was renewed. While visibly unhappy about it, he did. Having been told the clue though, she was still none the wiser as to where to go. She tried to focus more on the actual clue, and less on the fact that if Kimberly solved four clues before she did, then Erica would find herself in a world of trouble unchartered by any map in this Library. She needlessly adjusted her white blouse and patterned skirt for the tenth time, before deciding on going left as being as good a course of action as anything else she could think of right then. At least, she.