home

<img src="c3p4.gif" align=bottom width=351 height=301><br> <img src="a5c3p4.jpg" align=bottom hspace=30 width=51 height=25><a href="c3p3.html"><img src="../images/prevpage-1.jpg" align=bottom width=49 height=37></a><a href="c4p1.html"><img src="../images/nextpage-1.jpg" alt="next page" align=bottom border=0 width=49 height=37></a>


"I'm starting to get really scared," sniffed Bailey, a tear spilling down her face. Morton held her closer as he reassured his faithful accomplice, "Don't worry, honey. I'll take care of everything, you'll see. Those guys from WebbCo will never suspect a thing. We left the security logs untouched. Besides, it's too late for them to stop me now."