” It wasn’t a lie, but Darren didn’t know if it was the truth either. He had no idea where they were going.“Wel, that tears it.” Walters loo...ked at Darren. “How you gettin’ there?”“I, uh...” Darren scowled. “I can hitch a ride.”“Nonsense.” Walters pulled a key from his pocket and handed it over. “You know where my house is, yeah?”Darren took the key and looked at it. “A motorcycle?”“Can’t give you my cruiser, that’d be too obvious, and everyone knows my truck.”“But not the cycle?”Walters frowned. And you want me inside there too. You get the hotel room. I'll come during my lunch break.You open the door, and you are wearing that nightgown, the one your husband never notices. Or that babydoll, because I said that your big thick thighs might look sexy in it. Or you try to wear your thong. The one that disappears between your ass cheeks, and makes your wide hips look wider, and your huge fat ass look even fatter.You don't even try to get the smile off your face. I'm taking off my jacket,. Back and forth. Left and right. He had yet to make eye contact with either.In fact, they seemed never to look at him at all. But there was no questionthat they were more in sync with him with every passing minute. Goddamn! he thought. It's like sex without touching! The next half-hour unrolled like the most expansive foreplay Aaron had everengaged in. He changed position. They changed position. They shifted the pattern.He shifted the pattern. He started a new procedure. They followed suit. . Let the others know."Jamie asked for the boy to play the recording again, it was very short and he wanted to make sure he didn't miss anything."Hello?" There is no time, this is Bird Song. The Americans are here; they're in the apartment. It is time for 'apocalypse'. Let the others know."He pulled the headphones off and asked the techie to identify the masts involved in the call."The routing is through Notting Hill in London and the connection is through Liverpool," the techie informed.