“Well,” said Sergei, “I felt we made excellent progress in the morning. Linda would make an excellent interrogator. What gave you the inspiratio... Linda?”“We were making no progress. We have a week here at most. I was tired of sitting around,” said Linda. “I’m sure some of you guys have some awareness of the concept of telepathy. I simply listened to the thoughts of the council and asked questions. They had asked all of you guys there for a reason and I wanted to move on to the next phase. I was. Do I need a lawyer or something?"I clicked the cuffs on one wrist. "Of course, sir, if you prefer I can cease my investigation and we can contact the police. They will allow you to call a lawyer." I paused to let all the ramifications sink in. "I thought you just wanted to keep this between us." Yeah, I guess," he whispered. "Anything you say. Just...just don't tell anybody."He trembled as I pulled his wrist up with the cuffs. I guided his other wrist above the iron sprinkler pipe and clicked. " That was not the situation at all, M'sieu'," Madeleine interrupted quickly. "I assure you, it was not..."Rafael Girarde shrugged his broad shoulders. "So... what difference," he said, his warm smile always prevalent. He leaned back in his chair, joining his hands at fingertips. "How can I help you, ma chere?"Madeleine bit nervously at her lower lip, the ridiculousness of her proposed request suddenly dawning on her. To entertain even the remotest idea that these people would give up her baby. I worked at a law firm, which was very uptight and professional, and flirting was considered inappropriate. Over the years, some of it had rubbed off on me, and I was becoming more straight-laced and formal. I wasn't sure I would fit in with Tammy's group. Tammy herself is a knockout. She's 32, with very long, stylish brown hair and a beautiful face. She's a little taller than average, with slim legs leading up to a tight, curvy bottom. She would look like a waif if she didn't have magnificent.