((@ Cherri))<br/>The car traveled only for a short distance and then suddenly came to halt.  The two men in the front seat slowly turned around to face her and nodded towards an obvious flurry of activity outside Devin's bank.  Police cars were parked outside.  Every light was on in the building.  Official looking people were hurrying in and out and there in the midst of it all was Dottie Malone with notebook in hand scribbling away as she surveyed the scene.<br/><br/>Finally the driver spoke while the passenger kept his face shadowed.<em> "We saw ya talking to Mr. Banker Man... so what he tell ya?  What's goin' on in there.   C'mon little lady.. tell us and we'll let ya go.. we'll even take ya back to the party. But ya gotta tell us everything ya know... EVERYTHING.. got it?  ...including why you're holding this?"  </em>He held up a slip of paper that had a phone number on it and waved it in her face.  Was it the one that was in her invitation or another one?<br/><br/>((@ Max))<br/>A voice answered from the darkest corner of the cell or at least it sounded like it was in his cell.<em>"Devin?"</em>came the half whispered, half sobbed question.    If he tried to take a step towards it, he'd bump something immoveable.