“Include the background information on the Magic alarm also,” she added.“Is that why Clare didn’t detect the device?” Captain Roanoke asked....��Yes, they developed them so our dogs couldn’t detect them,” Eachna told him.“What can we do about them?” Roanoke asked.“We keep wards around our people to counter them,” Eachna told him.“That could present problems with the limited number of Magic users available,” Roanoke said expressing all of our feelings.“We’ll just have to see how things develop. Get. They'd both be legit, or both not. My plan was to get an ID number (or "DHS Employee Number", or whatever the badge called it), then call the Corvallis cop station to see if they could confirm it was legit. If I introduced myself as "Mark Anderson, the guy who was kidnapped and nearly murdered," they'd remember me all right, and should be cooperative when I told them two big guys claiming to be from DHS were physically intimidating me, which they were, as both were big guys and well inside my. " He grinned, distorting his features with the lewdness of his intentions. "If you're gonna burn the candle at both ends, girlie, you better feed 'em both."Carolyn hadn't opened her eyes nor changed her expression. Mario slapped her cheek a short stinging blow."You hear me?" he snarled. "You better hear me, little lady, I didn't go fucking off in no goddam dog just to give you a show! You got entertained, now you bloody well better pay your fare."Carolyn's eyes fluttered several times and then. A small part of me insisted that his game was all a trick to humiliate me even more than I already was, but he didn’t did he? No, he helped us… me. He was even willing to debase himself to help inflate my ego, to make me feel that little bit better about myself. And I can’t lie to you, it helped, it really helped. I mean how do I say thank you, for what he did for us?’ Marge didn’t answer, she remained silent for a long time before she said, ‘I have an idea. I know how we can thank him.