" Bob shook his head."We didn't come across anything like that. When was this supposed to happen?" I should imagine some fifteen years ago." Andy you ...know how the Income Tax dogs are. If there was any suspicion they would have got their teeth in years ago. Let it go" After all this time. You're right. Let sleeping Dogs lie."I gave Diane the good news and the bad news. That there appeared to be no evidence against her father and that Terry had been strangled. She was happy that her father was. " Can you still flame?" he asked.Lisa's shoulders slumped just a little. "No, and I don't have my energy shield anymore, either. I can create a shield by grabbing energy if there is any nearby, but mostly I'll have to rely on mental agility and teleportation from now on. That's one thing I miss. I could out-power anybody. Now, I'm no stronger than any of the others."She sat down at the table and started to pick at a stale chunk of bread and sighed, "I'm human, now – just another typical vamp. “When was the last time you’ve eaten?” Dazed, she dusted off her dress. “I…I don’t rightly know.” “That settles it,” the man donned his beaver pelt top hat. “We’re getting you something to eat.” “No, thank you, no,” she touched her hand to her forehead, feeling light headed. “I have an appointment.” “Surely, you can afford a few moments for sustenance.” “I am afraid I cannot.” “Then you should at least let me speed you on to your destination,” he guided her to a distinguished black carriage. My tongue slides out and brushes against your lips. As I walk away, my back to you, I give the waiter a wink and walk to the men’s room. The waiter approaches the booth with the bill in his hands. He is tall and muscular, very good looking. He lays the bill down in front of you and tells you that I told him to tell you it was ok for you to sign for the bill. As you reach for the pen on the table the waiter quickly slides into the booth next to you and takes you by the wrist. You look up at him.