With a rueful laugh, Marilyn said. "As you can see it seems to be taking a lot longer than a year."David said, "Marilyn, we almost never promote admin...istrative assistants to management." I know that now, but now it's too late to change." If you want me to, I will promote you into the next entry level management slot that opens." No David. I want to remain your administrative assistant; someone needs to keep you out of trouble. Someone needs to tell you when doing the honorable thing will get. My self righteous indignation melted in the face of his altruism. I closed my eyes. ‘Alright.’ I opened my eyes when he didn’t say anything. Cale was regarding me warily and I mentally kicked myself for causing that reaction. Finally he spoke. ‘Alright what Grace?’ I sighed. ‘Alright, I’ll come to your place.’ I watched the tension flow away from his body like water. Even the heavy circles under his eyes seemed to lighten. I felt horrible. Here I had possessed the power to take that. Flipping it open connected the call. ‘It’s Ron.’ The voice on the other end of the line spoke. ‘You said you might need some support?’ ‘Yeah.’ She replied. ‘Tonight — 8 pm. Meet me at the Queensway, at the comic book store called The Neutral Zone.’ **** Tim looked at his watch and then scratched his head. Moz handed him a cup of tea before picking up a copy of The Walking Dead from the display stand. He stood and read the comic for a few minutes before turning to look at his friend. ‘It’s. Luke grabbed Lise’s shoulder and pushed her down. ‘Lise, get down on the floor!’ he yelled. ‘Now! Do it!’ When he pulled up next to Lise’s car, Luke had seen the man get out of the pickup truck parked next to the dumpster behind the diner. He was shocked to discover it was Rod Billingham. Rod was now running toward them and was holding a gun in his hand. The young deputy had never been involved in a shooting incident, continued to watch the man approach. He felt as if he was seeing everything.