“What's there not to believe? What could you tell me that I won't believe? That she's alive and well somewhere? Now that would be unbelievable.”
Randall looked away, wondering if the man were reading his thoughts.
“She is alive, isn't she?”
Randall confirmed it with his silence. He didn't say a word; nor did he motion in any way.
“And he planned all that, didn't he?”
Randall just blinked at the man.
“How'd he get the seaweed to do that? Amazing, just amazing. Blows our case out of the water, so to speak, but that happens. Listen, Mr. Simmons. You get any whiff of anything illegal, just give us a call.” He stood and handed Randall a com chip. “Nasty smudge on your knee. Cost you as much to get it cleaned as to get new slacks. Too bad. Hope to hear from you soon, Mr. Simmons.” And the
