“I didn’t figure them for the scream-yourself-hoarse kind of group.” “Hey, they were awesome!” She was cheerfully indignant. “It was such ...a good show. Kylie Minogue came out for the encore and sang a few songs with them and everything.” “That’s pretty cool,” I offered. “But still, Coldplay?” Anna looked away briefly, then tilted her head and sheepishly admitted, “We might have gone out clubbing a bit after the concert.” “There we go,” I laughed, “And on a school night no less. Way to go, Anna.”. Kasey, Jenny and Robin Matthews were bopping along with the newest song. Stix was hamming it up as he added percussion fills here and there. Keys sang a harmony as Don overdubbed a quick solo. Life was good. The Gibson sang to him as his fingers caressed her neck, much like Jessie's passion song the night before.The song ended and Stix whooped. "Perfect!"Don hauled the axe off his shoulder and set it down on the stand next to the studio amp."One more take on the solo?" the engineer said into. Go. Make sure the Prince is safe.”I asked, “Where are Anna and Mason?”Anna said, “We’re right here. The guards forced us out with my father.”“That’s good. We found no one left alive but bad guys and Jam and I shot them.” I pulled my pistol from my waist of my pants, safed it, and said, “Would someone take charge of this? I hope I don’t need it anymore.” A member of the security force took it and was handed Jam’s pistol also.I asked, “Does anyone have any idea who they were?”A member of the. ”“Oh?” he asked.I handed him one of my business cards with the PhD behind my name. “Yes, a few years ago I was a grad student myself.”His eyebrows raised slightly. “Where did you go to school?”“Rensselaer. I got a doctorate in applied mathematics about ten years ago. It seems like another lifetime.”“I know RPI. I got my bachelor’s at Clarkson.”“Do you still follow hockey?” I asked. Clarkson-RPI had been a major Division I rivalry for years.He grinned. “Not for many years. It was always good for.