Devine left work around eight and headed to check in with the Eweses. They might go back to New Zealand anytime now. Ellen Ewes had made it clear that she loathed the city. And he wanted to find out if they knew about Stamos and their daughter. Or about Saras being artificially inseminated. Ellen Ewes hadnt mentioned that fact. She hadnt really said whether she knew her daughter was pregnant before the police had told her. She was just furious about the termination of that pregnancy. Devine wanted to ask her directly. She struck him as the sort that kept a lot back. She pointed the gun. The man moved just enough so Devine could see the pistol in the shoulder holster. Koontz took another swallow of his beer.Okay, so Im outa my job, but I still keep in touch. Well, the next thing you know, the Council breaks off negotiations with the city. Wham! Just like that. Then these six guys that Gallops sends out from Washington come up with a new set of proposals. Well, one of the guys on the Council board, maybe you remember him, Ted Greenleaf? Major Bugg, the property manager, met them on the ramp with the Range Rover and drove them up, past some cottages, to the main house. Did you get the bail fixed? Mason asked. Just a little shock, Stone said. Lets try again. Through and through, she replied. Thats right, Gallops. Warner B. Gallops. Well, as I was saying, this guy who supposedly was in tight with the PEU went down to see Gallops to ask what the hell was going on and to point out that if they struck the ten biggest cities in the country, then Im going to be stone cold dead on November second. Stamos fingered the drink and now she looked out toward the water, as though the answers would all be there.Waiting for Godot. Have you seen it? I dont know anything about it. Devine didnt waste an ounce of breath replying to this babble, because that was all it was. There were guys who could talk a good fight, and there were those who remained quiet and just put your lights out. Its not a motorbike. Its a 1951 Norton. Ive wanted one all my life. Thats what Joan told me. She gave me the satphone number, hope you dont mind. Well, hes got a strange way of showing it. For the first time the small, beleaguered man smiled. Lets go get the fucking sweater.’ Valentine pointed his finger at him.Ha-ha. Putin loves his money. He buys big horses and rides them without shirt on. He is crazy-ass stud. Hancock snapped,We are way past that, lady..