“It's a nice little house, isn't t?” she said. “Very cosy. Did she show you around?” She was fishing and I tried to give her enough informatio...n. Then she changed tack. “I think Dorothy's very taken with you,” she said. “In a 'mum' sort of way. You remind her of her son. Did you ever meet him, Alec?” I explained that Alec had been at university when Dorothy had arrived to live in Cromer and I had only met him briefly. “You should pop and see her before you go,” Mum said. “Tomorrow morning, she. After a few moments of gaging he started to get control, gagging less with each moment. I could only imagine what he was thinking when he looked at the sharpened poll he could feel all threw his body, or for that matter the stuffing filling his stomach.Knowing it was time we lifted the spit by its end and carried it to the middle of the cave where the large pit had been built. We had spent weeks bringing cinder blocks stolen from AJs dads construction job so that we could build the perfect pit,. The people seemed younger too, and more carefree. People actually smiled at her on the street, well, the men anyway. The brightly lit streets, clean of the grime that characterized her home city, seemed foreign to her. There was an ample Peace Keeper presence, and they seemed to be unconcerned about being overwhelmed as they were not even armored!It was all very strange, and Kat reveled in the newness of it all. She found herself wandering the city center, just playing sightseer for the first. “Sorry, Luc.” Hernando said when he was able to return to his desk and take the phone off speaker. “I take it you’ve had time to see what I’m calling about.”“Oui, very interesting. Oh, an obvious frame job, of course.” Luc lit a cigarette and chewed on the driver’s last words. “... ‘slavery and human trafficking ... DO NOT happen in San Finzione...” He thought on the words. “This is a reprimand, not a threat. Perhaps one to be sent in blood, oui, but not like this; like an American Gangster.