It required over an hour for the task group to pass through the layer. However there was an incident — R1, the second last vessel through, was throw...n some hundred klicks up. Investigation into the incident did not find that R1 had acted differently and R2 using identical parameters passing after R1 had experienced no problems. Sir Henry suggested transient localised turbulence and set about examining the records of the layer as obtained by every vessel that had transitioned since first passage;. It was Friday before I had a call. It was from the Oakridge police station."It's Constable Harcourt, Mr. Larson. We're following up on a missing person report. Your name came up due to a report of harassment and threats by a Mr. Aldo Ferraro. Can you tell me if you've had any contact with him in the last few days?"I'd been waiting for this call and knew what I wanted to say."No ... nothing at all, thank goodness. He's threatened both me and my girlfriend more than once. I won't be disappointed. "You should be glad I did. The alternative was to shoot you and set fire to your house. That woman you ran off and left to die sent me." I said."Who are you?" he asked."The name is Sylvia Porter and I'm a private investigator. I am also working for the woman you almost killed, so dickhead I have every right to block your fucking drive way." I informed him."You, I do not like. Move your car," he said angrily.We were both standing beside my car. He obviously came from a culture were a woman would. “Go on, put it on.”She fusses with her mass of hair to get it into place, but her hands aren’t 100% cooperating. She giggles when he gets up to help her and combs it forward around her shoulder.There’s an intimacy in his touch when he wraps it around her neck. He ties it tight enough to sit high on her neck. It isn’t quite choking her but it is intense enough for her to be aware of it. She raises her hands to touch it, but she thoughts are derailed when he runs his hands up through her scalp..