>
> Ria paused considering her answer. She knew it wasn't wise
> to go up, but at the same time she was intrigued. It gave all
> her journalistic instincts a jolt. The raw terror, the lurching
> of her stomach, the tingling of her senses - both real and imagined.
> "Yeah, why not," she said nonchalantly looking at the tall building
> It was of Elizabethan construct and she could see the architect
> had taken great care in his vision.
>
> There was a look of curiosity emanating from Edwin's eyes. Ria
> waited patiently to see what he would do. She did not have a gun
> with her and her trusty dagger was concealed in her boot. If things
> got rough, she only prayed she could get out. Her last ordeal had
> sent Derek into worries. She did not blame the Dutch man, but then
> again she did not want him to coddle her. She held up a hand at Edwin's
> questioning glare when she did not get out. Quickly, she pulled out her
cell
> phone from her purse and dialed Derek on speed dial.
>
NM:
Derek was struggling with the computer system when his phone rang. He
flipped it open, hitting a few computer keys in frustration. "Derek Rayne,"
he said still concentration mostly on the monitor in front of him.
Derek
