"And while I interview them, you could hide a scanner inside your handbag and secretly scan them!" he thought up.

 

(Excerpt Alma Introduction)

 

Griggori jumped off his stool in excitement wearing a grin from ear to ear.

            "Babushka, you're brilliant!"

            She was caught off guard when he rushed up and swamped her in his arms and swung her about.

            "And while I interview them, you could hide a scanner inside your handbag and secretly scan them!" he thought up.

            “You want me to come with you?” her eyebrows rose in surprise.

            “Of course, can you imagine the reaction we'd get if we shared our theory with another Detective?”  he scoffed.

            “I can be packed and ready to go within the hour," she smiled excitedly. 

            Inwardly, Julia was thrilled to work on a case with her amore and most of all, to get out of the lab for a change.

            Griggori looked up at the clock on the wall, “The Moscow Trans Port have international shuttle flights departing at 6 AM.  I’ll book us seats to Anchorage and then to Alma, which is located next to the Lokoti National Park.  In Alma we can pick up a rental hover-car.  I’ll meet you at the Trans Port at 5 AM!”

            With that, he spun on his heel and departed with Julia noting that he strutted out like a man with a purpose. 

            “I’ll clean up, shall I?” she sighed tiredly, looking at the take-away containers sitting around their respective computers. 

            After she cleared away the mess, she saved all of the files they had onto her laptop.  Then she slid it into her carry bag to take with her, along with a hand-held Forensics Scanner.  Then she shut down the computers before she too departed the lab.

            With her bag slung over her shoulder; she strolled down the main corridor which was much quieter now being so late, and exited the building.

            Outside, she put up her umbrella to protect herself from the rain which was still pouring down as the storm lingered over the Russian city…

            …

            …but it was a storm nonetheless, I recognized this detailed dream as a sign.

            My eyes snapped open as my heart raced.  I was no longer seeing the outside of the Moscow Police Station.  Instead, my eyes were staring up at the ceiling of my bedroom inside the Sabre household.