Yeah, OK. But are you considering it? ... Sure five grand each is hugely tempting for one day of just relaxing ... Right, it will be taxing, but commo...n, I can do 24-hours on my head ... No, I won’t actually do ... NO! Not even on a dare. I say, let’s do it. We can use the ten grand! ... Right. See you there tomorrow at noon. Bye. Umm, Scott love, I have a bad feeling about this. In case they aren’t legit, I’m going to record everything with our spy glasses. In audio only mode it can record up. She didn't appear to be shy or nervous and she wasn't aggressively jockeying for position to be one of his favourites either. Instead she looked calm. Calm and composed.Edgar thought Po had slipped in a headcase to make up the numbers and doped her up to the eyeballs so they wouldn't notice. The girl seemed too aware for that though. She knew where she was and why she was here, but had found some inner peace to enable her to cope.Inner peace, yeah, that was the right term, Edgar thought.Not. But I couldn’tforget that look or, and though it felt so wrong, thosestockings.I could hear tension in Jill’s voice and I was stillgushing out all sorts of nonsense when we reached thestore. Jill said that she was going to pick up her milkwhile I refueled and ran the car through the wash.When the door slammed shut I almost melted with reliefand, letting out a shuddering sigh, I began to fuel thecar. stealing a glance into the shop window, I saw Jilllooking through the magazines and. ' 'I know,' said Maggie, 'But you have a terrible habit of escaping every time I corner you.' The woman was smiling! Her eyes merry, laughter lines deep in her freckled skin - why was this woman always so fucking cheerful! 'I'm not escaping anywhere while that duststorm is raging. You might be loco enough to go out on the streets in that but not me!' Maggie shrugged and dropped her hand. 'So what was it this time Suna? Thieving for the cartel or was this more personal?' She sauntered over to.