"Very well, Honour, let's go from the top, shall we? Please give your name and address." Langton kept his voice low, almost encouraging, as Honour cleared her throat and answered his seemingly innocuous questions about how long she had lived at the farm, how long she had been married to Damien Nolan, when she had worked at the antiques store, and her relationship with Mrs. Doris Eatwell. Her answers were concise and to the point.
Seated beside Honour was her solicitor, a gray-faced man, with extremely bad halitosis. Matthew Webb used a stubby pencil to jot down notes in what looked like a child's exercise book. His solid square face gave no hint of expression, his watery eyes unblinking, as his client continued.
Langton paused before he asked Honour to detail her relationship with Alexander Fitzpatrick.
Webb looked up. "My client will refuse to answer that question, on the grounds that it could—"
"Your client, Mr. Webb, has already admitted to knowing Mr. Fitzpatrick and, according to her sister, had an ongoing sexual relationship with him."
"That is a lie," she said.
"I'm sorry; do you want to explain why you say it is a lie?"
"My sister did not tell you the truth. I have never had a sexual relationship with him."
"When was the last time you saw him?"
Again, Webb interjected that his client would not answer, on the grounds that it might implicate her.
"Your client, Mr. Webb," said Langton, "was fully aware that Fitzpatrick was a man wanted on both sides of the Atlantic. Your client aided Mr. Fitzpatrick to store a sizable amount of medical drugs, first at Honey Farm, and then subsequently in Mrs. Doris Eatwell s garage."
"I did not." "Were you aware that your husband fathered a child by your sister?""That is preposterous! If my sister claimed that this happened, then she lied to you. Julia was incapable of ever telling the truth.""Could you please explain why this has been brought up?" Webb tapped the notebook with his stubby little pencil."We are simply trying to establish the relationships that enabled Alexander Fitzpatrick to avoid detection for such a considerable time. His mother, Doris Eatwell, was a close friend to you, Mrs. Nolan; you assisted in moving the drugs to her garage with the help of Adrian Summers.""That is not the truth.""Do you admit to knowing Mr. Adrian Summers?""I have never met him.""But we have a witness who saw him at your farmhouse," Langton persisted. "He also submitted a statement, claiming that you helped store the crates containing the drugs in the henhouse at your farm.""I did not.""Were you aware that your husband fathered a child by your sister?""That is preposterous! If my sister claimed that this happened, then she lied to you. Julia was incapable of ever telling the truth.""Could you please explain why this has been brought up?" Webb tapped the notebook with his stubby little pencil."We are simply trying to establish the relationships that enabled Alexander Fitzpatrick to avoid detection for such a considerable time. His mother, Doris Eatwell, was a close friend to you, Mrs. Nolan; you assisted in moving the drugs to her garage with the help of Adrian Summers.""That is not the truth.""Do you admit to knowing Mr. Adrian Summers?""I have never met him.""But we have a witness who saw him at your farmhouse," Langton persisted. "He also submitted a statement, claiming that you helped store the crates containing the drugs in the henhouse at your farm.""I did not.""Then, at a later date, when it became known that the police were making their presence felt, possibly about to orchestrate a search of the farmhouse, you moved the crates to Mrs. Eatwell's garage for safekeeping.""That is not true.""At this time, you assisted the injured Mr. Fitzpatrick; you tended to, I believe, a flesh wound to his right shoulder.""That is not true."Langton glanced at Anna, and took out a photograph of Julius D'Anton. "Do you recognize this man, Mrs. Nolan?"Honour hesitated, then admitted that she did recall seeing him, when he tried to buy a table from the antiques shop where she worked. She was shown the photograph of D'Anton, taken when his body was dragged out of the water. She gave a strange lift of her eyebrows, but said no more.Anna sat patiently as Langton began to bring out the photographs of all the victims: David Rushton, Donny Petrozzo, Frank Brandon, Julius D'Anton's wife, Sandra. Lastly, he laid out the pictures of Julia Brandon's mangled car, and the mortuary shots of her body. He kept up a fast delivery, slapping down the pictures, not giving Honour time to < or her lawyer time to interject. He spread the photographs out fan across the table and stared at Honour."Why are you showing me all these terrible photographs?' voice was now starting to sound strained.Langton laid down numerous photographs of Alexander Fitzpatrick; taken from Rushton's security CCTV footage. "This is Alexander Fitzpatrick, correct?"Honour chewed her lips. "Or maybe you still refer to him as Anthony Collingwood? Which name do you call him by?" "I don't know him." "All these people—including your sister—died because of him!" "That is not true!" "Yes, it is. She had the brakes of her car sliced in two, Honour, for God's sake, why are you protecting him?" "I'm not! This is all supposition; you have no proof of any of accusations."Langton leaned forward. "What makes someone like you will put their own life on hold? Because you will go to prison, Honour. You have consistently lied to cover the truth, and now you maintain this farcical front that you never even knew Fitzpatrick."Webb rapped the table with his pencil. "Detective Chief Super dent, you are trying to goad my client into answering these accusations. I advise her not to make any reply, on the grounds that it may—' "Are you maintaining that your client never knew what was on right under her nose—that she never saw anything?" "You have no evidence that Mrs. Nolan ever, at any time, allowed her premises to be used for storing these drugs." "It doesn't matter how many people die, how many people thi whom you are so desperate to protect, has killed? He even used his elderly mother! You think she'll be let off? Mrs. Eatwell is going to trial just like you, and she will die in prison. So what is so great her son—about this evil, twisted, sadistic monster, who even us own children to launder money?""Then, at a later date, when it became known that the police were making their presence felt, possibly about to orchestrate a search of the farmhouse, you moved the crates to Mrs. Eatwell's garage for safekeeping.""That is not true.""At this time, you assisted the injured Mr. Fitzpatrick; you tended to, I believe, a flesh wound to his right shoulder.""That is not true."Langton glanced at Anna, and took out a photograph of Julius D'Anton."Do you recognize this man, Mrs. Nolan?"Honour hesitated, then admitted that she did recall seeing him, when he tried to buy a table from the antiques shop where she worked. She was shown the photograph of D'Anton, taken when his body was dragged out of the water. She gave a strange lift of her eyebrows, but said no more.Anna sat patiently as Langton began to bring out the photographs of all the victims: David Rushton, Donny Petrozzo, Frank Brandon, Julius D'Anton's wife, Sandra. Lastly, he laid out the pictures of Julia Brandon's mangled car, and the mortuary shots of her body. He kept up a fast delivery, slapping down the pictures, not giving Honour time to query, or her lawyer time to interject. He spread the photographs out like a fan across the table and stared at Honour."Why are you showing me all these terrible photographs?" Her voice was now starting to sound strained.Langton laid down numerous photographs of Alexander Fitzpatrick, taken from Rushton's security CCTV footage. "This is Alexander Fitzpatrick, correct?"Honour chewed her lips."Or maybe you still refer to him as Anthony Collingwood? Which name do you call him by?""I don't know him.""All these people—including your sister—died because of him!""That is not true!""Yes, it is. She had the brakes of her car sliced in two, Honour. Now, for God's sake, why are you protecting him?""I'm not! This is all supposition; you have no proof of any of these accusations."Langton leaned forward. "What makes someone like you willing to put their own life on hold? Because you will go to prison, Honour. You have consistently lied to cover the truth, and now you maintain this farcical front that you never even knew Fitzpatrick."Webb rapped the table with his pencil. "Detective Chief Superintendent, you are trying to goad my client into answering these accusations. I advise her not to make any reply, on the grounds that it may—""Are you maintaining that your client nev
er knew what was going on right under her nose—that she never saw anything?""You have no evidence that Mrs. Nolan ever, at any time, allowed her premises to be used for storing these drugs.""It doesn't matter how many people die, how many people this man, whom you are so desperate to protect, has killed? He even used his elderly mother! You think she'll be let off? Mrs. Eatwell is going to stand trial just like you, and she will die in prison. So what is so great about her son—about this evil, twisted, sadistic monster, who even used his own children to launder money?"Webb now banged the table in anger. "If you have any further questions relating—""I haven't finished yet!" Langton snapped, then he pointed at Honour. "He used you, Honour; you are just like everyone else who has ever come into contact with him. You should try and assist my inquiries, because I am going to charge you with accessory to murder.""Exactly who are you now referring to?" asked Webb."Take your pick." Langton pushed forward the array of photographs.Honour began to remove the clips from her hair."Can you please stop that," Langton said angrily."It's tight—I have a headache," she said as she loosened her two braids, uncoiling them to hang down around her shoulders."Right. Let's go from the beginning again, shall we?"Anna could feel her own headache starting, never mind Honour's. She was surprised how exhausted she felt. She knew Langton must be as drained, but he didn't let up, this time trying a calmer approach. Still Honour maintained her composure, but kept on fiddling with the hair grips she had removed.They were getting nowhere; even Webb began to show that he was tired of the repetition as Langton continued to ask the same questions and again received the same replies. She knew nothing; she did not admit to knowing Alexander Fitzpatrick by that, or any other name; she was not aware that any illegal drugs had been stored at her farmhouse and subsequently moved to Mrs. Eatwell's garage. It was preposterous: she claimed to be totally innocent of all charges.Anna could sense Langton's frustration building to boiling point. It was at this moment that he leaned close and whispered that she should take over. Anna began by picking up the photographs and stacking them like a pack of cards. "Could you tell me about your relationship with your sister?"Honour gave a small shrug. "We were not on good terms.""Why was that?"Honour sighed. "We were very different creatures. All Julia ever cared about was herself, and money—the more she had, the more she wanted.""So, when Julia was living at the house in St. John's Wood, were you a frequent visitor?""No.""But you did visit the property? According to Julia, you moved in for some considerable time, as Alexander Fitzpatrick's mistress?""That is not true.""Why would she lie about it? According to Julia, you were in love with her partner. When she found out that the woman he had moved into her home was her own sister, she began to arrange her finances, to block his access to any of the monies he had arranged for her to live on. In a fit of jealousy, she also claimed that, although her first child was conceived by IVF treatment, the second child was in actual fact your husband's. She was adamant that the relationship was purely sexual.""That is a lie.""That Damien Nolan fathered her second child was the reason you and she were not on good terms. You found out. Not content with having a relationship with Fitzpatrick, you became very distressed to discover this liaison; partly out of jealousy but, Julia maintained, it was more to do with the fact that you were unable to have children of your own."Langton kept his head bowed; he knew what Anna was doing, leading in with a more personal motive to try to open Honour up. It was working.There was a flash of anger as Honour shook her head. "Julia was a liar; she couldn't tell the truth to save her life, especially if it didn't suit her. She was very manipulative.""And you are not? I would say that living with her lover, in her house was—""I did not live with him.""Who are you referring to?""You know who; you are trying to trap me into admitting something that is just a pack of lies. I love my husband.""Really? So it must have hurt you considerably to find out he fathered her child?""He did not.""We will be taking DNA tests to prove it, so it is immaterial whether you admit it or not. It must have been very hard for you: your sister was younger, beautiful and wealthy, living in great luxury, able to conceive two children, and, at the same time, arrange a very complicated scheme to block her partner from gaining access to her fortune. You claimed that you were not aware she had married Frank Brandon—""I keep on telling you that I had very little contact with my sister. We did not get along; to be honest, I never liked her.""But you were jealous of her.""No, I was not; I had my own life.""In a rented, rather squalid farmhouse?""That is your opinion.""It's a fact. It must have been very tempting when Alexander Fitzpatrick surfaced—and he did, didn't he? How did he first approach you after almost twenty years living abroad?" Anna placed down his photograph. "He is still a very attractive man, isn't he? Did he cajole you into helping him? He must have dangled untold wealth to get you to take the risk, and allow him to store crates of drugs at your property; or maybe he threatened you? Put you under terrible pressure to assist him?"Honour remained silent."We have a witness, Honour, who has given a statement that you were fully aware of the content of the crates, and that you assisted in moving them to Mrs. Eatwell's garage.""No, I did not.""I'm sorry, what was that? You didn't know what the crates contained?"Honour was twisting her braid round and round in her fingers. "You are making me say things."Webb sighed. He tapped the table. "My client has denied, over and over again, any knowledge of what was in these crates. She is fully aware that nothing was discovered at her farmhouse that connected her to the drugs haul—""Because she had already helped move them to a safer place! Mr. Webb, we have a witness who assisted her; to persist in denying any knowledge of them is now ridiculous.""I didn't know what they contained." At last, a breakthrough."You were totally unaware that these crates contained a class-A drug, Fentanyl, in vast quantities?""I didn't know what was in them.""Who arranged with you to store them at the farmhouse?"Honour was cracking. Her cheeks were flushed, and she licked at her lips nervously."Do you see his picture amongst these photographs? Yes or no?"Honour shifted her weight in the chair. "I got a call from Julia.""Your sister.""Yes. She said that she needed to store some things, as she was buying a new house in Wimbledon, and this young man"—she tapped Adrian Summers's photograph—"drove up and stored them in the old henhouse.""I see. So when you knew the police were making inquiries and returning with a search warrant, you agreed to move these items to Mrs. Eatwell 's garage?""Yes.""If they were just household items, why did you bother moving them?""Julia told me to; she said a few things were very valuable."Anna wrote in her notebook, before she gave a smile to Honour. "Thank you. So this means that, contrary to what you said earlier, you were still on reasonable terms with Julia.""She was my sister."Anna took out the mortuary shots of Julia's injured body and passed them across the table. "The brake wires of her Mercedes were sliced in two. She was driving at over ninety miles per hour when her car jackknifed across the dual carriageway into the path of a truck. As you can see, she was decapitated."Honour turned away.Next, Anna put down photographs of the boat anchored in Chelsea harbor, with the two children on board. She kept up an easy conversation about the children being well cared for, and the fact that the boat had also been anchored previously in Brighton Marina; she showedpictures of the rented house in Hove. She could sense that Honour was unaware of the floating palace owned by Fitzpatrick. "Did you ever pay a visit to this boat, or the property in Hove?""No.""So you were unaware of Fitzpatrick s lifestyle, and that he intended to take the two children out of the country? The harbor was also, we believe, where Julia was heading the night she was killed."Honour was frowning, staring at the pictures. Webb interrupted, asking what these new pictures had to do with the charges against his client. He was ignored."Julia was going to join Fitzpatrick; she had some jewelry with her, and we discovered the rest of her valuables on board the boat."Again, Honour seemed perplexed, shaking her head."After attempting to cut out Fitzpatrick and keep his money for herself, the couple obviously came to some very amicable arrangement. As I have said before, Julia was very beautiful: he must have still wanted to be with her. He never used her to store h
is illegal drugs, did he? Just you. Did you know Fitzpatrick was even at her sham of a wedding? We believe he instigated it, as a means of moving out his money—""No, that is not true.""You know about the wedding; we discussed it, Honour. You said you were unaware she had even married Frank Brandon—I think you said he didn't appear to be her type! You were used by the pair of them, isn't that correct?"Every time it looked as if Honour was going to open up, she recoiled in her seat. She was now very tense and sat hunched over the table.Anna was basically "hoofing" it, trying to dent Honour's confidence. She was certain that she was moving in the right direction, but unsure where she could go next.Latching onto Anna's theme, Langton rocked back in his chair. "Whatever lies you were fed to protect him, Honour, must now seem sickening. What did you believe? That you would replace Julia in his affections? That it would be you, living a life of luxury? You can salvage some self-respect by giving us information about where we can find him. It will also help your defense."Honour began to cry, covering her face with her hands. Her braids had come undone and her hair was hanging loose in waves. Anna could see there was a thick gray line in her parting; now the hippy style made her look old-fashioned, almost frumpish. They let her cry, passing over a box of tissues. As she wiped her eyes and blew her nose, they waited; the floodgates were about to open.Two hours later, Honour was led back to the cells while Anna and Langton looked over the ten-page statement.It had been painstakingly long and drawn out. Even though they now had more pieces of their jigsaw in place, there still remained one gaping hole: where was Alexander Fitzpatrick? Honour denied knowing where he was hiding out, but said she was waiting for him to contact her. According to her, over two years ago, Fitzpatrick had surfaced in Oxfordshire. He had turned up unexpectedly at the farmhouse and was staying at his mother's cottage. He explained that there had been some disastrous investments and he had lost most of his fortune. He had said that he was preparing to go back to work; neither Honour nor Damien queried what that would be. He had returned to the U.S. after a few days, but began seeing Honour again when he returned. She did go with him to the house in St. John's Wood, and lived with him on and off for a few months. She admitted that she was obsessed by him, but was concerned that Julia would find out.Julia had discovered that he was having an affair; she did not know for some time that it was with her own sister. When she did find out, she traveled to Oxfordshire and confronted Damien, who didn't really care either way. Honour explained that she and her husband had an open marriage, Damien constantly having affairs with his young students.As his investments went into a downward spiral, Fitzpatrick became worried that he could not get the finances for his latest drug deal. He had joined up with two Chicago mobsters, and they had agreed to part-finance the shipment; however, Fitzpatrick was then being screwed over by Julia, who was moving all his money into accounts that he couldn't access. She was eaten up by jealousy over the affair and wanted to pay him back. It was at this point he had forced her to give him the four million pounds to pay off the Chicago mobsters and to bring in the shipment to Gatwick. He was waiting to take possession of the drugs when it all started to fall apart.Julia was scared, and so hired Frank Brandon to act as her bodyguard, but Fitzpatrick was onto it. He used Frank to help him transfer money, and promised him big dividends, enough to set him up for life. Having sorted out Julia, promising that they would leave England together, he then set about using Honour to store the drugs. He was still in debt to the gangsters, but believed he would be able to get away with it. His plan was to hide the drugs, but hold on to one box of samples; this was the box discovered by Julius D'Anton.Honour could not recall the exact order of events. She knew that Adrian Summers was going to deliver the crates; she helped him store them. The piece of the jigsaw that had constantly bothered Anna was the handwritten note with directions to the farm. Honour explained that Damien had to visit London for a lecture; he had met Adrian and given him directions. She maintained that Damien had no knowledge of what was going down. She was deeply in love with Fitzpatrick and believed his promises of living a new life in the U.S., which is why she agreed to do everything he wanted. The crates were driven to the farm, and loaded into the henhouse. At this point, Anna and Gordon paid a visit; scared the police were onto him, Fitzpatrick had insisted they move the crates to his mother's garage. He said they would find a better place at a later date.Honour corroborated Adrian's story about D'Anton turning up first at Mrs. Eatwell's and putting the fear of God into them all, then driving to the antiques shop to pick up the table in the Mitsubishi. Honour was unable to explain how Donny Petrozzo came on the scene, as she had never met him. She just knew that the last time she had seen D'Anton was when he came into the antiques shop. Fitzpatrick was told what had happened by Adrian Summers."I don't know exactly what happened," Honour said, "but Alex was in a rage, and said that D'Anton had stolen something from him. I knew it had to be part of the shipment, but I never asked him about it. He didn't know where D'Anton lived; he was in a really unpleasant mood and very concerned."Langton looked to Anna. Concerned? They wondered if this was the moment that D'Anton contacted Donny Petrozzo. Did he then give him a sample to sell to the drug dealers? That would make sense, but they had no way of finding it out. The only solid facts were that the two drug dealers agreed to pay five thousand up front and another five when they got more Fentanyl. Again, Honour could not give details of these transactions, as she didn't know about them; all she could give was her side of the events.She recalled Fitzpatrick turning up at Honey Farm, wounded. It was not a bad wound; the bullet had cut clean through the tip of his shoulder blade, but it needed attention. While it was healing, he stayed at his mother's cottage, having left a trail she knew nothing about: the bodies of Frank Brandon and Donny Petrozzo. With Frank dead, all the financial deals they had made with Rushton didn't make sense, so Fitzpatrick had to go and rearrange the transfers. Again Honour had no idea who Rushton was, or that he had been murdered. She maintained that, throughout all the "problems" Fitzpatrick was going through, she just remained at the farmhouse."He stayed with Doris looking after him. He had a high fever, as the wound was infected, but we couldn't call a doctor. He then became very agitated, as he said he had two men looking for him; they were from America. He said that he had been able to string them along, and that they were looking after Julia until he could raise the money he owed them. I think it was a considerable amount; he was angry with Julia because of something she had done with his money in England. He said that they were threatening him, so he got up too soon, because he said he had to find Julius D'Anton."Again, Langton glanced at Anna: this matched up with his audacious visit to the station. He cannot have known D'Anton was dead.Honour was adamant that Fitzpatrick did not have anything to do with Julia's death. She was unsure if he had arranged for the children to be taken, as she did not know about the boat. She said that she did have one call from Fitzpatrick: he was shocked by the news of Julia's accident and also desperate for news of his children. When Honour was asked if, at that time, she felt he was lying, she refused to answer."But surely you must have seen all the news coverage about the missing children, the au pair?""No, I didn't know. I hardly ever read newspapers."Anna and Langton stitched together their scenario. They reckoned that, to make sure Fitzpatrick didn't back out of the deal, the two thugs had threatened Julia. Their threats had proved to be very real: they cut her brakes and she died in the accident. Now Fitzpatrick was really up against it, because the police had tracked down all his money. If he withdrew any cash, they would be able to trace him.A depressed and dejected Honour repeated over and over that she did not know where he could be. She had no energy left, her eyes were like dark-rimmed saucers. She asked if she could see her husband, but permission was refused. She yet again repeated that Damien was innocent and had known nothing about the drug deal. She began crying again when she said that Fitzpatrick had promised to take her away and that they would bring up the little girls together."I have been a fool. He took me in, just as you have said he took everyone e
lse in, but I loved him—I always had from the first time Julia brought him to meet me. She was young, and here was this handsome, charismatic man. I didn't believe all the things I read about him in the papers. Julia didn't even seem concerned. I have spent my whole life scrimping and saving, and living in rented places, while she has lived in the lap of luxury. If Alexander was a criminal, he never seemed to have to pay the price. He was always so glamorous, so generous, and .. ."The tears rolled down her drained face. "He made me feel special."Langton stood up, the interview over."If you think of anywhere he might have gone to ground, it will help your defense if you assist us. We have to find him, Honour."She made no reply, her head bowed. Her lawyer helped her stand, even picking up her hairpins for her, as she was led out and taken back to the cells, where she would remain until she was brought before amagistrate for the charges to be listed. As with Adrian Summers, Langton expressed concern over bail being granted: he was certain that Fitzpatrick would make contact with her.Gathering up the photographs and paperwork, he sighed as he placed Fitzpatrick s photograph on top of the file. "The longer he's free, the less likely we are to find him.""I know," Anna said quietly. She too packed up her notes, placing them into her briefcase.It was in many ways "case closed," apart from the capture of Fitzpatrick. Langton headed into the incident room to give an update, and Anna went into her own office.Gordon tapped and entered. "Well, that was very satisfactory," he said."I felt sorry for her in the end. She's going to spend a lot of time in prison, all because she loved him.""But she doesn't know where he is?""No, and to be honest, we don't have the faintest idea either. He's had days to go Christ knows where.""But he's broke and we've got all his passports, so he might not have left the UK.""Maybe not, but the thing about Fitzpatrick is the way he always covers his back. He could have more fake passports stashed, he could even have access to cash—we just don't know.""Where would you go?""Me?""Yes.""Gordon, I have no idea."Gordon swung the door back and forth. "Eurostar, St. Pancras—that'd be the best place. Hop on the train, be in Brussels in just over an hour.""Well, we've pumped out his photograph, and we'll probably keep that going until we get something back.""What if we don't get any feedback?"Anna rubbed her head. "Then we've lost him," she said flatly.Gordon nodded and then leaned against the door frame. "Strange isn't it? If it hadn't been for Honour Nolan covering for him, we'd probably have picked him up. If you think about it, we were spot on when we first went to her farmhouse.""Yes," she said, wishing he would leave."You were—you had him in your sights from early on.""Yes.""Why do you think Honour took such a risk? She didn't seem the type, you know, to be infatuated. I mean, he's no spring chicken.""There's no reasoning with infatuations. She was taken in by him, fell in love with him. Mix that with envy and sibling rivalry, and don't forget the promises—he must have laid them on with a trowel.""But what about her husband?"Anna shrugged, impatient with Gordon's hovering. "Open marriage—he's younger than her, screws his students. She maintained that he was totally innocent.""Well, up to a point. He had to have met Fitzpatrick, so he knew who he was—he could have blown the whistle on him."Anna sighed. "Gordon, can you hop it? I need to go over Honour Nolan's statements and type up the report.""He's just been released. No charges."Anna looked up as Gordon strolled out. "Damien Nolan's been released?""Yeah, he was waiting for a taxi in reception." The door closed behind Gordon.Anna sat down again. She didn't want to, but she couldn't help thinking about what Gordon had said. In reality, Damien had to have known who Fitzpatrick was.She got up and opened the door. "Gordon!" she called as he was just turning into the main corridor. "I asked you to check on Damien Nolan's background, birth and marriage certificates."Gordon hesitated. "Shit, yes—I'm sorry, I was going to get onto it but Phil wanted me to do something.""Do it now, Gordon. Thank you."She closed the door and rested against it for a moment. She then
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