"Nick chuckled. "I wouldn't mind a visit at some stage. It would do morale good." I'd like to do that once you've got things fully under control. Good...luck, Nick."He rang off.Nick sat back in his chair. "So far so good," he thought. "He appears confident in me and is supportive. I'm glad I've got his backing if I have to call in the police."He looked at his diary for the next day's appointments. Nine o'clock George Roberts. Eleven-thirty Graham Dibbens, Managing Director Port of Liverpool. Two. Brett was the class slut! Actually, that's not really true - Brett was the school slut! She didn't know that I knew that about her and I never had any intention of letting her know that I knew. Brett was three years behind me in high school and we didn't move in the same circles so, to the best of my knowledge, she never had a clue that I remembered her from high school when we met in college. But I was at a party once where she took on eleven guys in one of the bedrooms, and I was two cars. How are the aches and pains?" Much better thanks. They haven't gone by any means but I don't think I'd have needed painkillers for them today. Even so they've given me a jab because my legs, particularly the right one oddly enough, are still giving me a bit of gyp." Yes, that is odd because it's the left that's broken." Barbara said something about the healing having started and it always being a bit painful to start with." She's been in already has she? How did she manage that? They were very. He wasn't sure about the words for awhile and he let them wash over him as he tried to wake up. Then he heard his name."Qi is mine," one voice said. She was angry he decided."It is a Khan mission and a Khan ship," the other voice said. "He is Khan booty." I snagged him and I own his skin," the angry voice said. Qi didn't like that reference. He wanted to open his eyes and see who wanted to skin him but he still couldn't do it."You are in no position to argue," the other voice said. "We will.