"She can be trained."There was a certain temptation to scale the side of the Warlock and search through it, looking for information that Sophia was hi...ding. He ignored the urge for the moment. He now knew she'd lied to him at least once. What little information that the people at Essex dock had managed to amass about Anatoray showed that Princess Sophia Elen Delgrada Forrester was at a religious retreat and had been for the last year.That could simply be the current story that was being told to. I remember distinctly helping Carla to bed and performing with my mouthon her again."That's so delicious Monique," she told me, "do you think you'd mindawfully going to my sister's room? I feel so sorry for her missingout. Perhaps you'd help her to relax into a good night's sleep thesame way?"I can remember thinking first of all that something wasn't right, butthen remembering all the money she'd spent on me, so I complied withthe request and knocked on her bedroom door."Come in," I heard her. That Hennessey turbo kit you had installed is awesome. I raced some guy in a Lamborghini the other day and blew its pants off. I can't drive through town without at least a dozen people staring at it. I'm just glad it has dark tinting." Yeah, it's a looker, all part of keeping up an image. I always want you to remember how important that is. The clients respect an image. They pay more if they think the head of security is some kind of stereotypical, blood-thirsty Terminator." The man who played. He was on a machine now to regulate his breathing, tubes feeding him medicine, wires connected to his chest and his finger and another tube coming from under the sheet that covered him and leading to a small bag at the end of his bed.His ribs were bandaged, his head swathed like a mummy, a slight pink cast to part of the white. His face was a mass of scratches and his legs were covered in road rash."Buddy," she said quietly. "You look like shit. You've got to wake up; the press wants to make.