||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 05:07:15 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|Carlos turned to face his son. вЂњI canвЂ™t believeвЂ”вЂќ he stammered. вЂњKevin? Why would youвЂ” Elena?вЂќBeau rolled his eyes but continued picking his way through the mess, heading toward the front door. Sam followed, noting the sounds of high-pitched kid voices from within. After the third, increasingly hard knock the door opened.Sam caught herself yawning as she sat at the traffic light at Kit Carson Road. Long day. And not nearly finished. She had a torte to bake for a ladies luncheon tomorrow and she really ought to get better organized for both of her cleanup projects. |
Judicator Amdor stood beside him, glaring out the viewports with his orange-yellow eyes. He seemed to believe he could conquer the blistered brown-and-green world below through sheer force of will alone.“No, we don't,” Octavia answered, still aloud.Come,Xerana said.There is more here we need to see.
Sam waited, numb, not wanting to talk to anyone.
Groping for pen and paper, Sam privately wondered why the lady didnвЂ™t simply grab a generic cake at the grocery store.вЂњIвЂ™ll pick you up in fifteen minutes,вЂќ Beau said, clicking off the call before Sam had a chance to utter another word.вЂњYes, you heard that right. In the report they faxed to me, it seems that there were some bruising patterns. There was also a thin line, perhaps a cord of some kind. Overlying all that were the wider, softer marks made by the wool scarf. It was most likely grabbed up as an afterthought, a way to disguise the previous markings and to make it look like a suicide.вЂќ
attitude of a prisoner protesting his innocence. Susie was too muchbut it appeared that she walked alone, morning and afternoon, and it
вЂњBut he was in Albuquerque that night. To sneak away and drive home and back is very premeditated.вЂќвЂњWhatever you said to him certainly got his attention,вЂќ said a voice behind Sam.