They were having none of it when a middle aged lady named Helen, the wife of one of the other businessmen in our entourage, went over to the desk and ...vouched for her, saying she knew us both. The girl was taken up to the room by a maid and got her watch. She left me a note to say a lady called Helen had vouched for her.That evening when I returned I read the note and was stunned. In the bar later for pre-dinner drinks, I saw Helen and asked her as casually as I could "I believe you helped out a. Cars just drove right by.The deputy dragged me to the back door of his car, shoved me inside, and tossed my purse on the front seat. I knew better than to talk to him anymore. I was shaking with pure rage.Twenty minutes later he parked behind the low brick building that served as the police station, courthouse and town hall. He hauled me ouf the back and dragged me toward the door marked, PRISONER ENTRANCE ONLY. I couldn't believe it. WIthin minutes, I was sitting in a chair in an office alone.. "He sighed. "Yeah, I know."He did that pause I know so well. The pause that says, "can you give me the money?" Of course I could. I could buy his wife-to-be a new car and never miss the money, but I won't. Instead, I'll give him a chance to earn it."I'll tell you what," I said, slipping into my pitching mode. "Your girlfriend is gorgeous, so I'm willing to make you a deal. I'll give you two thousand dollars, in exchange for being able to take photos of your girlfriend."His eyes popped open, but. “We certainly don’t. We kneel to Deia.”“Deia?” Yren asked, his eyes growing wide. “Sister Mendfred agreed to this?”“Not hardly,” Ardt snorted.“There were certain ... truths ... that we kept from Sister Mendfred,” Elva admitted. “Certain things she didn’t really need to know.”Yren just scrunched up his face. “Deia.” He said the word, listening to it. “I guess I could kneel to Deia.”“That’s the spirit, Yren,” Ardt laughed.After a few minutes of silence, Yren had another question. “How long until.