Steve stopped her curtly. "Don't touch that. It's evidence at the scene. If your fingerprints are on it, he might try and screw you in court by sa...ying it was yours. Leave it exactly where it dropped. Forensic would prefer that."His cold logic rankled her a bit for it demonstrated his insensitive, social dysfunctionality. The man seemed to operate at only one level, namely cold logic. 'Who else would have remembered the forensic evidence angle?' she fumed as she stomped after him into. To give him a minute to speak. “I was just”, he began but stopped. Was it her expression? His hesitance was welcome. She had no time or inclination for small talk. “Just what?” She replied. Already turning to go.She carried on walking slowly, showing his company was welcome on this level and not much more. But then her head told her to say something. “Come down here with me”. She took his warm hand and led him down one of the many dark, and secluded, alleyways.She stopped and put her back to. ‘You’d better not,’ she said, smiling at me, ‘or else no more kisses from me.’ ‘You mean I get more?’ I asked, raising my eyebrows at her. ‘If you’re good,’ she replied. ‘Hmmm,’ I chuckled. ‘What do I get if I’m naughty?’ ‘I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,’ she said, speaking softly, and smiling even more. I gently grabbed her arm and turned her to face me. ‘Well, I don’t want to wait for this,’ I told her as I wrapped my arms around and leaned in to kiss her. Anna whimpered softly as. " She told you why they were going into town?" Mary asked, wondering if she sounded as out of sorts as she felt."Yeah," Bill said with a bemused nod, "they thought I should know since she's carrying my baby. They're plan is to pick up their tickets today, and then tomorrow after we leave on the camp bus they'll catch a quick flight to Vegas." And they're not going for the gambling," Mary finished. "And you don't mind that George and Mary are getting married?" No," Bill said with a frown that.