I don't treat her like an object. She returns the favor. She's intelligent and level-headed. And pretty. Lots of pretty. But the first two come first...." She talks about you a lot. My daughter calls us several times a week. I like that. And for the last few weeks there's been just one name that comes up every time." That's what her mom said, sort of."He smiled slightly. "I know." Anders, I am an honorable man. I am not some guy running up a score or whatever. I didn't even do that when I was a. I tried to settle into calm neutrality."What do you guys think will happen?" John whispered."No talking," said the secretary, who was in late middle age and gave the impression that she was sick of children.In a few minutes, Sean came out, but before he could say anything the secretary said a peremptory, "No talking." Sean just shrugged and left. John was next, and then Michelle. Finally, it was my turn.I went in and waited in front of Mr. Gattison's desk. He had black hair with a bit of grey. A new picture on thewall stood out. His Uncle James and Aunt Lorraine, his mother's sister,hadn't been there before. They'd died when he was just a boy, theirlittle girl with them. Their little girl, Pam. Same age as him. But nowshe hadn't died. She had moved in with them. She was in the familypictures, with her parents and Darren, with him.He had a sinking feeling that no one would ever find Darren.And that Sally was going to be in far more trouble than he was.It was a long and unpleasant. Lyn gave a suppressed grunt of anger."Is that all?"said Gabrielle."All? It bloody well hurt," wailed Kylie."I mean did he or the red-head sexually abuse you? You are not wearing panties."Kylie solemnly shook her head.Gabrielle still had the document in her hand. Impulsively she grabbed a pen from the pile of stuff from her handbag spread over the table. Added her name and address and signed it. She thrust the paper at the "Major" and said, "Damn you. I've signed it. What next?" Now please.