"Boy! That's Mark Johnson'swife? He's old enough to be her father. He must be loaded."The grey-haired male employee turned his head toward the lift an...smirked. He understood the shallow connection between women and wealth,replying, "Yes, he is. He's a lucky man." The dark-haired female justglared at the fellow employee, not realizing how lucky, and loaded,Mark now was.The smiling redhead pushed open the front doors to the bank, steppingonto the bright London Street. The cool autumn air brushed. "Chief, I'm sorry I gave you the impression I doubted you. That wasn't what I'd intended."He gave her a wry smile. "I think it is the aftereffects of the narcotics. I'm feeling fairly strange. Lenore, I don't want you to leave today angry with me, or thinking I could ever be angry with you."She bit her lower lip, and studied him for a short while. How in hell can I ask him if it's really because he's worried and scared?"Chief?" When she saw she had his attention, she continued. "Tell me a sea. I was studying mom’s last move to try to trap my Bishop when she asked, “Honey can we practice the positions again?”Not thinking too much about it, I said, “Sure, anyone in particular?” I moved my Rook to block.“Cowgirl. I need to get better at that one.” She moved her Knight and threatened my King, “Check.”Damn, I waited too long to castle. “Okay, I need to think about my next move anyway. Upstairs or we could do it right here?”“Right here on the couch?” She asked.“Yeah, just like a couple of. Marshal, are you going to come peacefully?” I asked as I pointed my Glock at him.I felt the danger level jump and knew he was moving the gun he had hiding behind the door. Slamming my body against the door, I knocked him backwards and he stumbled over the chair with the girl’s T-shirt over it. His pistol went flying one way and he went flying the other way.I was standing over him with my pistol aimed at him when Hector burst in through the door. “You still haven’t answered my question,” I.