My heart beating so fast that my beats blurred into one immense momentum revolving in my heart: I was swept up. I felt my hands hover over the keypad ...- just do it.“16 Cadzow Place” appeared as if watching someone else type.2 minutes...“Postcode?”“EH7 5SN”2 minutes... “got u - c u in 20 min. I'll txt u outside.” My heart jumped, dropped but, instead of the solid wet thud of its immovable mass hitting reality, it kept falling… and dissipated.I glanced at the photo of Helen on the table: I knew. Etta was dressed in a smart lime green dress which clung to her figure. She must have been in her late thirties but it didn’t show. “Anyway, me and Simon love it here in Spain. It’s just fantastic. Sun, sea and….,” Etta giggled. “Hey less of that – there’s kids round,” Simon mockingly admonished her. I got up to go to the toilet, over at the other side of the bar. I got distracted by one of the locals for a few minutes on the way. He was asking whether I like eggs and chips because I was. One kit each for me and Courtney to put in place in the bus. Jenny, Courtney and I were wearing ear wicks and a mike so we could talk to each other. Courtney's Glock was to make the noise so all attention was directed to the attack. The shattering windshield would complete the illusion. We were dressed in black clothes and ski masks.Ching Lee and Vicky were in the rear seat of the bus and Jason was sitting in the driver's seat wearing goggles and gloves in case of flying glass. We were all. " He turned back to the papers on his desk. "I've already called Matson's office and told him you'd be coming over. Let me see, Wilson was on that last job with you. He can finish up your report and turn it in."Mr. Matson, head of the Office of Manpower Management for the entire Bos-Wash District, had been strictly a cold fish, looking down his beaked nose at Phil as though he was barely human. Petite, blond "Miss Randolph of our Records Department" had been something else entirely, a really.