“Where’s he from exactly?”Anthea told him that he was born in Detroit but his parents moved to New York when he was a c***d. “He got a scholar...ship to study over here, and he got a job when he got his degree,” she said. “He has his own IT Company.”“So he’s a clever guy then?” her mum commented.She nodded before taking another sip of coffee.“So how did you meet him then?”Anthea smiled briefly at her mum’s opening pry.. “I’d rather not say just now mum.”Her mum looked away for a moment. “Can I ask. ”Ed stood up.“OK, Jones. We get the picture. Good job. Put the flag away.”Ed turned to the others.“Jeff, what did you guys find out about the girl?”“We saw her Friday morning but we couldn’t do it. She was with that girl detective, you know the one. She was checking out the high school kid earlier, and she and her partner were in the house when CJ and Randy got there that night.”Jeff paused. CJ and Randy were good guys. It was bad luck the cops were there when they got to the house to clean up.. .. vigorous ... persuasion to talk. Perhaps strangely, the strongest advocates of the same were the ladies. I might have been less surprised had I not experienced that previously. The tendency of women to take a hard line is, apparently, long recognised; “When you’re wounded and left on Afghanistan’s plain, and the women come out to cut up what remains...” But in our situation, perhaps ‘If’ might be more apposite.We didn’t talk to them. We fed them, gave them bottled water.Jonny Schraeder. She did not have a fringe and wore an alice band to keep her long strands of hair out of her face.Rodge stepped out of the shower, already feeling refreshed and miles better!Damn those pesky cleaners!!They had taken all the darn towels and washed them! How the hell am I supposed to dry myself off ?!Rodge thought angrily, attempting to cover his modesty with the insignificant hand towel.Sneaking down the clean stairs Rodge cautiously made his way to the laundry room to find a dry towel.He really.