"Done!" Michelle announced. Before the others could react she pushedher sketchbook over to Victoria. "How's that?"Mercy leaned over to get a better vi...w. At once she saw that in thedrawing was Victoria, who was wearing a long flowing emerald greendress. Here and there Mercy spotted yellow lines running along thedress. It looked regal and formal, yet with a playful touch."The yellow is supposed to be gold," Michelle added. "I don't have afitting pen." It's amazing," Victoria managed to get out. I’m Chase, you must be Samantha.’ ‘I didn’t ask for your name. I already have the unfortunate knowledge of knowing who you are. I asked what you were doing here.’ Chase was a little put off. He knew Sam didn’t want him here but he didn’t think she’d be so blatantly obvious to his face. ‘I came here to go riding. Mac said I could choose any horse in the stable.’ ‘Really, and what made you pick this horse.’ ‘I don’t know really, I mean, he’s a magnificent animal, and I felt drawn to him I guess.’. ’ ‘What’s ‘the guy’s’ name?’ demanded Paul sternly. ‘I don’t remember now. It happened over a year ago.’ Bert answered. Tears were welling in his eyes, but he held them back. ‘If it was just the one time, how could they have a full set of bogus prints when we were making changes all the time?’ asked Wilson. ‘They probably just updated their ‘clear’ copy with the changes they read from our encrypted files as time went on,’ answered Spencer. ‘We’ve got to know the name, Bert!’ Paul insisted. Bert. Jamilah handed me the cup and by sitting back against the wall I was able to drink. The same approach worked for eating, as there was just enough chain to move my hands up and down about fifteen inches. The food bowl contained Kabsa (lamb and rice stew) and pita bread that tasted as good as anything I'd ever eaten. I demolished the food in the bowl as I chatted with Jamilah and her daughter. Truth be told, I enjoyed the company after hours alone in the dark cell. I also took an instant liking.