"Seamus Warren Killen," Jessie smiled.Warren blinked at her. "Really? Wow. I'm honored." Well, it went well together," Jessie laughed. "It just popped... out, and Ryan said, 'That would be cool.' So, Seamus Warren it is." Most excellent," Sophia said. She looked at Jess. "What are you, four months now?" Yeah." You're starting to show." Yup," Jess said with a grimace."Don't make a face," Sophie told her. "It's sexy. Very sexy." That's what I keep trying to tell her," Ryan laughed."In fact," Sophie. The only reason I don't go crazy up here is because I'm working all the time." I know. I'm sure you're lonely. I feel sorry for you. I wish you were here." I do too, Dory. But this summer will be over before you know it and we'll be back together again." Yeah," she said, but it didn't sound enthusiastic.We talked for a few more minutes before hanging up. And then it hit me. She had called me Steve, not Stevie. What the hell did that mean? I almost picked up the phone and called her back, but. That was a give-away, okay? But that was a majorly awesome job, though."Roger looked thoughtful. "Something's bugging me ... I know, it's about Cirota. I wonder where he was, the assembly was his kind of show." Um, Cirota had to be at a prosecutor's office in Riverside County ... uh oh," Don stammered. "Oh shit."Cynthia grinned at him. "Don, you may be a great tech guy, but don't even think of becoming a spy, you hear? So give, what other wisdom did you learn, oh ye fountain of information?". In the gloom, he looked nervously about. "This way Sir" prompted the butler. David sighed and followed.Along darkened Downing Street they walked until they came to s small flight of stairs down to a basement door. His guide knocked, and the door opened a crack. Light streamed out. "Yes?" queried a woman's voice. "It's the American Gent, Ma'am — Colonel Ogilvy."The door opened wider and David was ushered in. "Come in, come in" The woman encouraged. "Welcome to Number 1 Storey's Gate — or 'The.