"Right here," Damon replied, handing me a small business card. It read FRANK MCALLISTER - INVESTIGATOR and gave a phone number and email address, alth...ugh surprisingly no office location."Thanks. I'll give him a call in a bit," I said. Damon headed out of the office: "Don't mention it. Just trying to help,"I played with the card in my hands for a few minutes, thinking about what he said. This guy might know his stuff, but could he really hunt down the two thugs who ran me off the road based. As soon as the life support systems had cleared the air of most of the toxic coolant the emergency bulkheads had been opened again. He hand not waited for them to open fully before he crawled back in.By the time Phlox made it to Engineering on the old UEC ship, his medics and Travis and Paul Maywheather in tow, the bulkheads were fully open, but instead of rushing back in, the engineers were lining the walls left and right – effectively creating an access lane for Phlox and his medics.While. Michelle’s boyfriend is snoring pretty loud. Is he still in the other room?”“Yeah. Sorry, this sleepover’s a bust.”“Maybe we shouldn’t have done it for your twenty-fifth birthday.”“I’m tired of everything else. And I just wanted to see you three, my best friends in the whole world.”“We love you too, Michelle. But I can’t sleep, I usually workout or something to tire me out before falling asleep.”“Then let’s stretch or something.”The four friends climbed out of their sleeping bags and into the. The cut was shallow, mostly just an abrasion, and I was able to clean it off with some wet leaves. I pressed some more leaves onto it until it stopped bleeding. I almost got goosebumps as my hands ran over her smooth bare thigh, and I tried to keep it as professional as possible. ‘It’ll be fine,’ I said. ‘It’ll sting a little. Try to be careful where you step.’ ‘Shit,’ she said. ‘I’m so retarded. I mean, thanks.’ ‘Oh, I didn’t mean it like that,’ I backpedaled quickly. ‘I know, I know. It’s.