These men must know that I could have killed him, yet they're treating me like a guest. Of course, I didn't actually do anything other than hand Mr. H...anes the gun, but they just seemed like... Her mind was reluctant to process what she knew was impossible. But it just had to be. They were expecting it. I know they were. That's the only way this can make sense. But how... "Hungry? he asked again." As a grin touched his lips, she wondered if there was some way he could know what she had been. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, “My God! Is no one in this town hiring?”A hand appeared in front of her, “Can I see your cell?” Liz looked up as a kid of maybe sixteen stood in front of her. Not sure why, Liz handed him her phone.He leaned in and held it up to the two of them, “Say cheese!” Confused, she watched as he typed something on her phone and handed it back, “Now you have my number.”She looked at him not sure what to think. Was this kid coming on to her? “Ohhh kay?”“Those”, he motioned. We did the maintenance at the power plant, checked the chorine cylinders at the water treatment plant and then checked the small sewerage package plant. The plant was in reality just a pumping station that pumped the sewerage into a pipe that carried it into the municipal plant in Milton. I hated to think of what was happening at the other end of the pipe, since there was no electricity to keep things running there. When we did check that out weeks later, nothing bad had happened on that end. He left the press box and took a taxi home. He wished he could call Ryan, but he knew she had a show. A glance at his watch showed it was late enough that she was probably about to go on, wherever she was.He shifted against the seat, wishing he was going home to see her and not just to his empty apartment.His phone beeped as he was opening his door. He looked and saw a text from Ryan. I'm really sorry. Call me when you can. Miss you.Brody stared at the phone and debated whether to call her.