"Are you alright?" he questioned. "Huh?... Oh yeah, I'm fine. I guess I spaced off." "Yeah, I noticed. You've been staring at me for the past 15 minu...es." Her face turned bright red and she looked at her lap. "Sorry," she mumbled in response that was followed by his soft chuckle. "It's alright, sorry to have snapped you back to reality. Looked like you were daydreaming about something nice." Her face turned even brighter red with a blush that crept down her face and neck. He laughed again and. That was more like what reading by the fire had been. Then I'd experienced everyone, though mostly Nancy as the other characters are so like cartoonish, and I'd certainly kept my distance from Adel Preston. I even remember there were parts where Nancy wasn't present. Those seem to be gone now. And there was always, of course the sense that I was in control. Now, it's like I'm experiencing the story from the bottom, locked in this one character, at the beck and call of that reading voice. If it. "Mine to, but check the bar film, when we get home. Just to make sure there isn't a big bald man having a drink in the bar," I suggested."Yes of course," he said."I'm downloading his contract list as well. I want to run background checks on everyone on his phone," he said."I expected no less of you," I suggested. It was a long ten minutes back to the barge. Wilson immediately disappeared into the office to play with his room full of toys.While Wilson worked on the phone, I took a shower. As had. He was so much better at quantum mechanics than anyone the Feds could bring in, so well known in his field and so highly regarded and politically connected in Finland that they didn’t dare use much pressure. He’d write an equation, slide it across the table to his questioner and say something like, ‘Well, what does that tell you?’ Naturally, it didn’t tell the poor bastard anything at all. My approach was different. I asked whether I was suspected of committing a crime. Instead of giving me a.