Chapter 32
‘F
irst stop is the observation deck,’ said a recorded voice as the glass-sided elevator rose rapidly toward the top of the Space Needle.
A woman next to them turned. ‘The Space Needle looks so delicate from my hotel downtown. Standing below and looking up, it seems very large indeed.’ They both gave her their best smile and she looked at them with lips slightly parted for what seemed like a long time to her. In reality it had only lasted a fraction of a second.
‘Would you like to join us for coffee in the restaurant?’ said Jim.
Middle aged, dark haired, and not unattractive, Sandra Fisk, a recent divorcee, smiled and thought to herself, Can’t get into too much trouble up there. Should I even care? These two are very attractive and they seem pleasant as well.
‘Sounds delig
