I wanted revenge. I put my hands on Ali's shoulders and turned her to face me.“No, don't be sorry. I'm not sorry at all. I'm done feeling bad about ...ny of this. It's time we change things. This has been a horrible night, but I love every bit of it because it brought me to this point with you.” I said.Ali's eyes lit up, she hugged me so tightly and with such force we ended up falling off the couch and onto the floor. She landed on top and buried her face in my neck. She began kissing my neck all. Like a proper businessman, Mercer adjusted to life without asking any questions that might jeopardize his profit.Now he had to watch, to shepherd another associate through the shock of seeing these things. He had to soothe, to explain, to field questions he hadn't asked.Because he didn't want to know the answers.Oh, Mercer knew more than he would let himself admit out loud or even in his own head. But he had always been much more skilled at avoidance."I... I just can't... they're... they're. I think I will check that lodging house out again tomorrow, Saturday, when the daughter, who apparently does all the cleaning and bed-making for Gold’s room, is not at school.”“Can, can I come too?”“Of course, Mary,” I said gently, “right now though, we now have a concrete lead, Curly Cavenagh.”“Why is Cavenagh not in uniform?”“It could be that he was over the age of 41, the upper age limit on 3 September 1939, or he may have some disability. I was just short of 41 at the time, but with my foot. She also told him that he'd have to stay at the house for another two hours because I had left to take care of something so she said she would get them both some lunch and would wait for me to come back and take him to his pickup point.She then suggested that he clean up and take a shower. She told him that she would wash his clothes and give him some of my clothes until his were ready. I had driven the car a few blocks away and walked back to the house while my wife was talking to Armando. I.