Or her. Nobody knew if it was a guy or a girl.Marilyn wanted to know if they could use computers to find who it was, by comparing fingerprints or some...hing. I shook my head. That sort of thing would take massive computing power and databases of prints and wouldn’t be seen for another twenty years or more.I was slower to forget about this incident, and I tried to stay more vigilant. Still, whoever it was, they weren’t targeting me. They were targeting Marilyn! Two weeks later Marilyn’s Toyota. "Penelope?" Yes, Waylon?" Muzak?" he asked. The faint strains of some pop hit barely recognizable from his youth drifted through the passageway."I thought it would add ambience. You do not like it?" Could you play something from..." From where?" I was going to say, 'back home, ' but never mind. It's fine the way it is."He walked to the control room and took a seat. The AIs had flagged several news articles for his attention. He browsed through them but nothing appealed to him. One of the. You can't do this..." But I can baby," Hans sneered, "Don't you realize I can do anything I want with you now? All I've got to do is show these pictures to Mark Shaffer, and you've lost yourself a husband." No, Mark wouldn't... he would understand. He could never believe that I would..." Not even with the evidence right in front of him?" the sadistic sailor interrupted."No... never... he wouldn't..." All right, honey, then try this one on for size." Hans stood up, and walked over to her. "I. As she turned around to dry her hands, Jon and his two buddies were walking into the kitchen. "Hey, boys, what ya up to?" Cathy askedJon was nervously looking down at his cell phone when he decided to put their plan into motion. "I have kind of a personal question to ask you. That is if you don't mind" Jon asked"It's no problem, honey. Fire away!" Cathy answeredMike and Anthony waited anxiously as Jon asked the first question."The guys and I were looking at pics of women on Instagram, and we.