" Right at the moment, it's not the worst idea I've ever heard," Dave agreed, a little to her surprise. "I haven't had a chance to talk about this yet..., but I might be able to do it and still keep my job." What's this?" Shae said. "I know you weren't real happy about what happened at your office meeting yesterday, but we never got a chance to talk about it." Last night put a totally different spin on it," Dave explained. "Right now, it doesn't seem like such a bad idea. I'd still have to work it. I didn’t expect you back this early.”“I guess I was feeling antsy,” she admitted. “I couldn’t wait to see you. Besides, it’s supposed to be a really nice weekend so half the office was gone by lunch and getting an early start.”“Mom, the last time I was home was only three weeks ago.”Even through the steam-coated glass, he could see her leaning back against the sink. Her black, office skirt was tight and shorter than any of her coworkers ever wore. She usually wore suits, with a skirt and. A list of the ten most likely libraries in the U.S. that might be targets was being watched closely by his small team. The top candidates were libraries from which the note claiming responsibility for the first explosion had been posted to news forums. Others were on the list because of the type of collections they held, the name attached to the library, or their sheer size. A series of phone calls from his office had reached most of the head librarians and fortunately they took the threat. A slim man wearing the obligatory white coat sat behind a simple metal desk. He appeared to be Arab or Asian Indian. He wore glasses. Grinning, he looked up at me. "Ah, Mrs Richardson!" he said jovially, "Please, come in, sit down!" There wasn't a trace of an accent.He looked me straight in the eye without even a glance down at my naked body. I was expecting him to at least LOOK at my breasts and bush as I entered. I had an odd feeling. Was it disappointment? The sense that I was just another.