************ Jack had gone to Mrs. Bigg’s office to protest his unfair transfer from her office to the cubicles downstairs. Although she was the bos... and he just a lowly intern, she had been less than warm with him lately, and he was sick and tired of it. What really irked Jack was the fact that she had been nice and quite warm when he had started work in her office, but then after a couple of weeks of working quite late together on some project which turned out great, she started to give him a. " When can we see Renee?" I asked."Just wait for the doctor," she said. She left us there.Mr. Woodhouse sat down. "Why don't you sit – Tyballa, was it?" Yes sir." That's an odd name, if that isn't rude to say" – he smiled – "Tyballa what?" Just Tyballa." Oh?"I sat in a chair across from him, and he peeked at me under his narrow eyebrows, as if waiting for me to say something, to offer more. His eyes were green, just like Renee's"So, you're the mysterious type," he finally said."I guess." Hmm.. Agent Giuseppe Fontaine came out of his office to greet them.“Detective Inspector.” He turned to acknowledge Ramirez. “Generalissimo.” Giuseppe turned back to Luc. “We’ve cleared out an office for you.”“Merci.” Luc responded, reaching into his bag. “My first task for you, Agent Fontaine, is to send someone to Naples with this.” He produced an envelope and handed it to the Agent. “I did not have time to stop on my way. Inside is a key to safe deposit box #2256 at Biblioteca della Banca d’Italia. She heard it. Every clicking of metal over metal. A sound she had heard thousands of times before, but this time it was loud, very loud. James was unzipping his pants. Slowly, not easy to do with one hand she guessed. Then she heard his pants drop to the floor. "Oh James please!" she cried. "Please don't". He was pushing against her again, and she felt it. It was no longer restrained by his clothing. It was pushing into her panties. Her mind ran, oh my God, that thing is huge. James grabbed.