So, at last... Sorry for having had you guys waiting, but here it is - and a longer update than usual... Enjoy... ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 8. Miriam sat restlessly at the computer, trying to concentrate on her work, checking the time every other minute. A little more than an hour had passed since she parted from Cyrus and he had not yet called her. It didn?t take more than half an hour to return to the Museum of Natural History so he should have had at least 40 minutes to do whatever he needed to do by now. For at least the twentieth time she berated herself for letting him go alone. She should have gone with him. She knew? no, they both knew how dangerous it could be entering a Delta Green crime scene when all three were there ? and now she had let him go by himself. If something happened to him now she would never forgive herself. Miriam tensely checked the time again. Five more minutes, that?s what she was going to give him before calling him, not a second more. She clicked on another link at the FBI?s citizens? archive page. So far she hadn?t found much. Robert Stevenson, age 32, profession: carpenter, no criminal record. Spouse: Stella Stevenson, born Stella Alba ? now that?s a silly name if she?d ever heard one ? age 34, profession: waitress, no criminal record, married December 12 1992. The only thing that made that tingling feeling that something might not be right to show up in the back of her head, was that the child was not listed at all. Sometimes FBI kept fake pages over certain people. Why this should be such a case Miriam could not understand. The family had not seemed to stand out in any way; a lower class family, not very educated, struggling to make ends meet. Still she started to get that well-known feeling that there was more to this family than met the eye, but she wanted to be sure that she didn?t overlook anything on the regular pages before going into the special FBI-sites and contacting Delta Green?s information source Alphonse. While she waited for the web page to load she nervously tapped a pen at the desk and checked the time again. Two more minutes. She couldn?t believe the time it took for the page to load today. The staccato became more restless and her thoughts went back to Cyrus again. Why did she let him go by himself? Stupid, stupid thing to do! Just one more minute now before calling him. Her eyes returned to the computer screen. Still nothing. What was it with that cursed page? Miriam tried to move the cursor to reload, but nothing happened. ?For Heaven?s sake!? she growled. Why did the computer have to crash now? She kicked the computer tower in frustration and reached for the cell phone when it suddenly rang and made her heart stand still for a second. When she started breath again and saw the number in the display window, it filled her with a relief so great that she felt her limbs totally relax. ?Cyrus!? ?Okay, I admit, I?m stupid!? Cyrus voice on the other side was clearly upset. ?What??? ?I didn?t pick up the signals! There must have been signals!? ?Cyrus, please, what happened?? She could hear him sigh and then the sound of his hand running through his hair, a sign that he felt out of control. ?I asked the museum?s security staff to show me a picture of the good professor?? ?It wasn?t him.? Miriam said with a calm she didn?t feel. ?No. So I had them to unlock his room? The guy was apparently in a hurry after we left. It looks like a tornado has gone through it. I?ve blocked it off until you can get a look at it, but Claire, you need to take Caesar with you and meet me at the real professor?s house. He doesn?t answer the phone. I?ll leave the museum right away. Should be there in about twenty.? ? Miriam went cold. ?We?ll meet you there, Cy.? ?Thanks. It?s 84-170.? ?Right. We?re leaving asap. And Cy? It wasn?t your fault.? Cyrus just scoffed before hanging up on her.