Be at my house in one hour, I will take the cane there, make sure you are not late!" She picked up the 3'6" whippy rattan and left. Mark went to Mrs S...wift's house, she let him in. " Right, because I am a woman, I am weaker than most men, I think I should double the number of strokes to twelve, do you agree?" Mark looked at her carefully, Mrs Swift was about 40 years old, a fine firm figure with shoulder length dark brown hair, dressed in a green knee-length dress, fantastic legs and medium. " Shit! Rod, I have to make this meeting. I'm dead serious when I say a life depends on it. It can't wait until I get back. Can you buy me some time? Have Eleanor book me something out of Ontario, it'll save me driving back into LA." Hampton, did you hear me. This is Washington, they're not real fond of being kept waiting, and they just flat don't do excuses." Rod, please, you gotta buy me some time. It's that important. I shouldn't need more than an hour." There was a long pause, "Rod?" I'm. The next morning I flicked on the news while Thomas was in the bathroom, and once again the missing persons report was there. I watched to see if there was anything about the search for Georgette, but it was just a repeat of the previous night's message. I was about to switch over when a story about stolen rental cars came on. I stopped to watch.Apparently, the rental car companies were putting GPS tracking devices on their units in some cities where theft was becoming a chronic problem. Some. " The mention of Malcolm's name by the old man had evoked a response of fury. His hand leapt forward, driving the blade into the wizard's mid-section. Blade smiled as he twisted the knife before withdrawing it. The old man fell back against the wall but did not fall to the floor. Sticks plundered the cash register for the fourteen dollars and eighty-seven cents that it contained. Blade bent forward to gloatingly look into the eyes of his latest victim. What he saw scared him. His voice.