No doubt that was Ai's intent."Now you try it," he asked softly, yet firmly. "Just pretend that I am in theroom right in front of you. Judge distanc...es and space by the images onscreen."I reached out into thin air. On the screen, a petite hand, with long lacqueredfingernails moved toward Ai's chest. Unfortunately, in real life, I reachedtoo far forward. On screen, the woman's hands disappeared into Ai'schest.He laughed. "That was good. You almost had it there. Try it again, onlyslower. He straightened and fell in step behind and to the right of the sergeant once again, resisting the urge to slide back into the shadows and sneak around like the stealthy assassin that he was supposed to be. A few minutes later the hallway came to an abrupt stop punctuated by the presence of a large door. Darbe stopped a few meters short of the door and looked up at it warily then sighed and walked forward. ‘Welcome to the bridge Sergeant Darbe,’ the door chimed before opening in an array of. I also got a very nice reply to my thank-you note to Catriona Baxter; she mentioned that Mum had invited them up to Jen’s 21st party, and they were looking forward to that.Funnily enough it hadn’t been an especially wet winter as far as rainfall totals went – just cold, dark, murky and horrid. Now that I was listening for it, the phrase ‘fog in the Vale of York’ seemed to occur quite often as I listened to the weather forecast on BBC Radio 4 at around quarter past six every morning, just after. In my young mind, he had a special niche.My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey.But the stranger ... he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game..