" A Mountie, eh?" Lester said to her, taking her offered hand and grasping it sideways for a moment before asking, "So where's your red coat?"She laug...hed. "I [I]do[/I] have one, but only for parades. I have the brown Stetson, that goes with it, too. And even a black fur busby for Winter." I'll bet you look spectacular in it," Lester commented. "I can see that red's your colour." So why are you in Quebec?" Bahn interrupted. "The FBI has no jurisdiction over here." I know that. But my chief got. He reached under the gurney and pulled out a cardboard box. "They found a whole bunch of spooky shit with the corpse." Spooky shit?" Landis said, raising an eyebrow."Satanic paraphernalia," Volk said, putting the box on a low desk next to Landis.Landis looked through it. The box was full of black candles, old scraps of parchment and other satanic accoutrements, all carefully wrapped in clear plastic evidence bags."Different," Landis commented.He pulled out a black stone tablet about the size of. Eight years on, when Mr. Darcy asked Chris if his daughter, who was returning from finishing school in Switzerland, could do her internship at Roberts Engineering, he could hardly refuse. As she explained the situation to me, so many things became obvious. Her poise, serenity, and confidence, were born of money. She was daddy's girl and whatever Dominique wanted, she got. Then I wondered why she’d chosen to work at Chris's factory. I mean, she could have anything she wanted. Money was. She's now one of mine,by the way. Once I healed her, it was an easy matter to probe her mindand find out the source of her mental injuries. I've spent the pastcouple of months watching your little operation and I have seen what youdo to the women who come to you for HELP!" the last word came out on asnarl of raw fury.Raw fear burned through Danvers. "What. . what are you going to do. . .kill me? Or turn me into some kind of slave?"Charles paused in pulling on the running suit and gave.