Her number is in my cell phone," Victor said."Honey, no one was in the store when they found you. I had better call Detective Lynch and see what he ha...s to say," she replied as she pulled out her phone and a business card. She quickly dialed the number, and it went to voice mail."This is Detective Lynch, I am out of the office right now. Leave a message and I will get back to you right away," said the machine on the other end."Detective Lynch, this is Annabelle Adams, my son has woken up, and he. I made a mistake. Should have walked across the hall to the Marines instead of the Army." Gwen, tell us about what you've been doing," Sybil interjected, tilting her head and looking at Gwen from the corners of her eyes."Loafing. Trying to keep busy. Allen doesn't want me to work. I read a lot. Write a lot of letters. Swim in the pool. Bowl. Play bridge sometimes." She read the list off in a bored voice."But tell me about Allen. Who sent you? Do you have a message? Is Allen all right?" The. Shepherd bolted from her desk. "Uh uh...y'know what, Bilson? Not today! Get your fat, bloated carcass out of my office!" Then she grabbed him by his collar, an unnoticed static electrical spark arcing between them, and then she shoved him out into the hallway, hard."What the fuck...?" he said as her door slammed in his face.Bilson tried to keep his mind on his work but he lost energy and interest fast. In the end, he went home early. When he woke up from his nap he pulled the book out of its. Nonetheless she glanced around warily before approaching the bicycle, now parked abandoned midway down the alley.Kate triumphantly took hold of the bicycle, property once stolen, now recovered thanks to her initiative. The blonde looked up and down the alley but could not see the suspect. She examined the bike and found it in excellent condition, concluding that it must have been taken only recently. Kate retrieved her notebook from her purse and made a notation of the number stencilled on the.