Her room was the pride of the house, with three large windows in a triangle, peering out over a wide and dusty landscape. She had decked it out with a...ny number of posters and miscellania from trips to the City.Terri rolled her bags up to her room and opened the door.And shrieked.There was a man inside.He was sitting on the bed, reading a bible, and looked up at her.“You must be Terri!” he said, crisply. He had a trained, low voice, and stood up to shake her hand. She simply stared back. He had. “Is everything ok Ryan?” I said.“Steve I wanted to tell you something. You’ve done a great job on the car. It looks and sounds like when my son first bought it. You’ve spent hours to bring it to this condition, and I know how much you want to take it for it’s MOT. But please understand me this car was a bond between my son and me.” Before he could say anything else, I stopped him.“Ryan I understand, I was waiting for you to say to me, you will be taking it for its test. Tell you the truth I am. But why do I have to leave now?”His answer shook me deeply.“He was tortured. His heart failed. A warrant is out for your arrest.”“Me? Why?”“You’ve been identified by a witness as the person that abducted him.”“That’s crap! I haven’t left Paris since he visited!”“Listen, Lightfoot. I know you weren’t involved, but they have you on security cams in Brussels. Every agency has been alerted, including Interpol. The American Embassy is sending people over to arrest you and pick up Callie. There’s a. Did I do this? He can’t remember doing it. He remembers watching his secretary fucking his friend and business partner. He remembers getting angry and storming in. But he doesn’t remember anything after that. The camera!Quickly, he rushes out of the room, forgetting he had smashed the computer monitor. “Damn it!” he growls. But it isn’t the only computer in the office. He rushes to his office. His laptop is gone! He goes to Dean’s and then Michael’s office, but their laptops are gone too. His.