Be sure that they can identify everyone who handled it. Water's DNA should not be on the handle. The vic's wife's DNA may or may not have been on it. ...If it comes up no one's DNA is on it, then someone cleaned it after the fact and then you have a much larger problem."Break it up," Iva said. "Deacon, We need to talk."Sure, you want to talk here or in your office?" he asked."Outside, I need a cigarette, so get your coat."Deacon got his coat and went out the rear door. The rear entrance was from. Typical, she thought to herself. Darren walked away from her wearing just his swim trunks, carrying their towels and an umbrella.Well, she thought. At least he's got a nice butt. She pulled two leis over her neck and made sure that they sort of covered her breasts, at least enough to make her a little more comfortable. She pulled her hair back and slipped the two flowered combs one into each side above her ears. She grabbed the picnic basket and followed him out onto the sandy lakeside. I never understood how it worked.Yar had said on our first meeting that I shouldn't worry and fret about the process much: I had no soul to displace, so even if he was the devil he could do me no harm. I'm still not sure whether or not it was only a joke. Can't really tell; the Olon seems wonderfully impervious to serious talk. It feels like being able to talk to God, a God with a sense of humor and an immodest amount of dislocation from the universe. For one thing, the talking makes the. Have you found a nice girlfriend yet? What happened to that Bengali beauty in Kharagpur?’ Swati asked. ‘No… I haven’t had any luck so far. I don’t know what happened to that Bengali girl. I think she moved to Kolkata.’ I responded. ‘No pretty girls in your office?’ Swati persisted. ‘Well, actually the receptionist cum telephone operator is quite pretty, very sexy in fact.’ I said. ‘Wow! What’s the problem then?’ Swati asked, wide eyed. ‘She is already married.’ I told her. ‘God, Sameer! You.