Chapter 10: Grace

Location: France
Key Date: Saturday, 31st July, 1999

At just before 10 am the next day Evan and Drew walked into the Louvre for the second time, asking at the desk where they might find Monsieur Gérard Perrie. Following the directions they were given they arrived at a closed door pronouncing the occupant inside to be the man they were looking for.

"Mr Lorne," Perrie greeted them kindly, his french accent the cultured, educated kind. He was a small man, appearing almost delicate, with grey hair and a complexion that had Lorne placing him somewhere around 60 years of age.

"Monsieur Perrie ... thank you for meeting with us," Evan stepped forward and shook the older man's hand. "Please call me Evan, and this is my friend Andrew Rider."

"Drew," his friend replied, shaking Perrie's hand as well.

"Please, have a seat gentlemen," the curator waved a hand towards the corner of his well appointed office, set up with couches and a low table. Once everyone was seated comfortably, Perrie spoke again. "Now ... please ... tell me what you wished to see me about."

"You would have heard about the robbery at the Tate a couple of days ago?" Evan questioned, getting a nod in return. "It's one of a string of art thefts that have taken place across Europe since the beginning of June. I have good reason to believe they're headed here next."

"Our security measures are without equal," Perrie smiled complacently. "We have no need to fear they will be successful here, if indeed you are correct that such a ring exists and we are their next target."

"I bet the Tate Britain thought their security was up to scratch too," Evan said bluntly. "I've been in contact with Interpol ... I've read the file on related incidents potentially spanning the past ten years. These people know what they're doing and so far no one has been able to get even close to catching them."

Lorne had decided sometime during the night to present their case as the tail end of something much larger ... because he still wasn't convinced that wasn't the case, despite what Monsieur Durand had told him, and because it was probably their best shot at getting the cooperation of the Louvre.

"Why is it that you take such an interest in this?" Perrie asked curiously.

"Because they set me up to take the fall for their crimes," Evan admitted, his expression grim. "I spent a night in jail in Amsterdam before the authorities finally worked out I had nothing to do with it. They're following me, using my movements, the galleries I visit to both choose their next target and cast suspicion elsewhere."

"Shouldn't you report this to the police then Mr Lorne?" Perrie suddenly seemed a little less friendly than he had before.

"I could do that," Evan agreed. "But if history is anything to go by that'll just result in them going underground again ... only to restart their activities in the future with a new scapegoat. And that doesn't sit well with me Monsieur Perrie."

"What would you have me do?" the curator gave nothing away about his willingness to help.

"Not a great deal," Evan explained. "Every theft since June has been of a work not on display, I'm guessing because they're not held under as tight security as those open to the public. You have a very attractive Bosch about to be shipped to America."

"Ah yes, the Ship of Fools," Perrie nodded. "It is due to be shipped out next week in fact."

"All I'm asking is that you make that a little more public than it already is, something in the media that'll make it seem vulnerable and therefore the easiest target in the entire museum," Evan suggested. "My friend and I have access to surveillance equipment that's pretty much second to none ... you let us set up around the Bosch on top of the security you already run."

"It is not museum policy to allow outsiders inside the non public areas," the curator shook his head.

"What Evan didn't say when he introduced us is that we're both officers in our countries air forces," Drew spoke up for the first time. Reaching into a pocket he pulled out his air force credentials, handing them over easily. Evan saw the change in the curator's demeanour – he didn't immediately agree to hand them the keys to the Louvre but something about his posture said he was more open to listening.

Getting out his own air force ID, Lorne waited for Perrie to give Drew his back and then offered it to the older man. "Our organisations can vouch for us Monsieur Perrie," he met the older man's eyes as he continued. "You can trust us."

Perrie checked Evan's ID intently, looking up, his eyes moving from Lorne to Drew and then back again, his expression thoughtful.

"We'll work with your security teams and you can personally check all the steps before we take them," Evan proposed. "It's a win win for your collection. If nothing happens then you have a piece of art that's enjoyed higher than normal protection before its journey to the US. And if the thieves do target it, if they manage to get close, then with all the extra unexpected measures, the Bosch will remain safe and we'll get the evidence we need to stop them for good."

"Very well," Perrie agreed abruptly. "But you will follow the orders of my head of security. And if there is any doubt that the Bosch can be protected you will quit your activities immediately."

"Agreed," Evan said instantly, his words echoed by Drew.

Nodding, the curator stood and moved to his desk, picking up the phone and pressing a button. "Have Mr Parker come to my office," he requested. Hanging up he added, "my head of security. You can discuss your specific plans with him."

"Thank you," Evan stood, holding out a hand and shaking Perrie's gratefully.

oOo

After meeting with Trent Parker, an ex officer of the British army who proved the adage that servicemen stuck together, no matter what country they'd served, Lorne was ready to make the trip to Taverny air base to pick up what they'd need. The fact that he already had connections to the French military, that they were in fact already helping him had carried weight with Perrie and with Parker. Once they'd known that, the last barriers to true cooperation were lifted and strategies devised.

"This could all be for nothing you know," Drew couldn't help but point out as he sat in the passenger seat of a car the Louvre had provided for them. "One vague phone call to a person who might not even be involved isn't a lot to count on."

"I know," Lorne agreed, "but I've got a feeling about this Drew ... I don't know why but I'm sure this is the way to go."

"All right," Drew nodded. He still had doubts but he trusted Evan.

It took a while to leave the streets of Paris behind but when they turned onto the A115 everything sped up until fifteen minutes later they exited the freeway and drove the short distance to the Air Base.

Showing his ID at the check point, Lorne was waved through. He parked in the visitor area, the two friends walking to the information desk to sign in. The military in France was just as efficient as anywhere else ... in short order they'd been introduced to a Major Picard who listened as Evan described his requirements and then without even blinking agreed to loan them everything they needed.

An hour later they were back in the car and heading back to Paris.

"That went well," Drew commented.

"That's the military for you," Lorne replied. "Efficiency in the face of anything you can throw at it."

"You sound a little bitter there," Drew turned to look at Evan. "You know Elaine wanted me to talk to you about that, right?"

"Yeah, I know – she's worried about me," Evan acknowledged. He'd called Elaine the previous evening and been reassured both by her own manner and the opinion of his Mom that she really was okay. He had no doubt that Drew had also spoken to his sister since she'd arrived back on U.S. soil ... not that he wanted to know the details.

"Does she need to be?" Drew asked simply.

Evan said nothing, fixing his eyes to the road ahead.

"I'll take that as a yes," Drew looked back to the road too before shifting slightly in his seat, making it clear he wasn't letting it drop. "What's got you most annoyed – that John got killed doing Mickey Mouse protection duty or that they expected you to just report back like nothing happened?"

"Enough," Evan's tone warned Drew not to push him but Drew just ignored it.

"Because if it's the second I think you've got it backwards," he said. "They don't expect you to act like nothing happened Evan. You do that to yourself because you're always so bloody determined not to let your emotions show. The structure, the whole set up ... it's there to support you just as much as it is to guide what you should be doing. If you let it."

Lorne shot Drew a glance and then resolutely turned his attention back to driving.

"See, you're not saying anything because you know I'm right," Drew announced. He let it go for a few minutes before speaking again. "So, does this mean you're leaving the air force? Going to try your hand at the life of a struggling artist?"

"No!" Evan's response was immediate and instinctive.

"I didn't think so," Drew smiled smugly. "I just wanted to see how far deluding yourself had gone."

"You're a real genius ... Crater," Lorne shook his head, but then honestly and friendship compelled him to speak up. "Okay, I admit that it bothered me how quickly everything moved past John's death. Maybe that's because my guys didn't know John ... didn't serve with him. And maybe I lost a little faith in the whole pilot deal for a while there – that plane malfunctioned and a good man died because of it." Evan shot Drew a quick look before refocussing on the road. "Isn't it ... wrong to be so completely enarmoured of something that caused the death of a friend?"

"No it's not wrong!" Drew retorted. "It was an accident Evan! I know why that bothers you ... you still haven't learned that it doesn't matter how much responsibility you personally take - sometimes bad shit happens. There's nothing you could have done to change it."

"Doesn't mean I have to like it," Evan muttered, frowning even though he knew Drew was right. But he knew himself too - and he couldn't see changing something that had been a part of his nature maybe even before his fathers death. Shaking his head he continued. "I'm not questioning whether I should be in the military Drew – not anymore. I just wonder whether I've got the balance right."

"I'm not sure you can ever get it completely right," Drew said thoughtfully. "Maybe it's about being flexible ... changing the balance to make room for other things coming into your life."

"Like you and my sister?" Evan asked seriously, as close as he'd get to asking the other man his 'intentions'.

"Hell yes," Drew grinned. "The only down side to that is that she's related to you."

"You will pay for that," Lorne promised, keeping his expression stern even though he appreciated the shift back to the light hearted.

"You can't hurt me ... not without Elaine hurting you back," Drew said smugly.

"Oh, I'm a little more creative than that," Evan said lightly, "and after almost twenty six years of study I know how to get around my sister."

Drew's smug look fell away, leaving Evan laughing. Maybe having Drew around a little more wouldn't be so bad after all.

oOo

Evan Lorne wasn't an impatient man ... he knew how to hold position, how to wait for something to happen. That's why it surprised him how jumpy and uptight he felt as they set up their equipment at the Louvre, like he had an overload of adrenalin and nowhere to direct it.

Even with all the work they had to do setting up the surveillance equipment where the Bosch was being stored, he still felt the need to be doing something ... more. Truth be known he was sick of the entire business and just wanted it to be over. Instead of spending the past two months getting to know himself again he'd spent them chasing a bunch of common thieves ... deceptively nice people who'd deceived him which only made him angrier.

Security at the Louvre was good ... along with the standard security cameras and rosters of guards walking the floors day and night, they used a Minicom system. Each painting using the system had a sending unit attached behind the canvas with the holding device a part of the mechanism used to mount the picture to the wall. Each device had a unique coded message that was continually sent to the central control room – changes in orientation, the presence of vibration and even sudden changes in light were all detected. Of course if you knew what system they were using you could devise a countermeasure which was partly why museum security was such a closely guarded secret.

Along with the individual units the museum also had barricade alarms for the most important works, like the Mona Lisa. If the alarm went off the room would shut down immediately, trapping both thief and artwork inside. The big name items were rarely the ones targeted by thieves though. If you managed to steal the Mona Lisa who would you sell it to? It was so well known you'd never be able to show it to anyone, which kind of defeated the purpose of having it. That's why the works chosen by these thieves were more obscure – just famous enough to be worth something but not recognisable enough to draw undue attention.

The security at the Louvre was good ... but what Evan and Drew had access to was a hell of a lot better. Electro-optical surveillance systems built for monitoring in any range of lighting conditions, including night time vision, with the ability to distinguish objects during all types of adverse weather conditions, and with remote sensing capabilities. Lorne acted in a commanding role, directing Trent Parker and his team on the placement and installation of each component, being guided himself by Trent's knowledge of the museum and the most likely points of entry.

The Luca's might have ways to take out standard surveillance but they wouldn't know the rest of it was there. The room where the Bosch was being stored, already packed for transport, was paid special attention. They installed covert video covering all directions, a tracker to the painting itself, and a portable surveillance unit to the inside of the transport box. If the item was stolen, the minute the thieves opened it to admire their new masterpiece their image would be captured and sent back to the control systems the team installed beside the Louvre's already existing systems.

Evan also took the added precaution of rigging himself up for surveillance too, both video and audio disguised in a very bond like manner so that it wouldn't be detected. All set, with Louvre security running their usual sweeps, the only thing Lorne and Drew could do was wait.

oOo

Nothing happened the first night ... Evan and Drew only retired back to their hotel when the museum opened for business on the assurances of Trent Parker that everything would be left running, just in case the thieves broke form and attempted to steal in broad daylight. The Luca's did turn up as guests of the museum though, giving every appearance of being tourists as they walked through many of the galleries, presumably 'casing the joint'. The urge to confront them would have been hard to resist so it was lucky Lorne wasn't there when the theiving couple visited. They needed evidence ... irrefutable, caught in the act evidence ... which meant leaving Harry and Maria to do whatever it was they did to prepare for crime. Maria didn't call Lorne for that dinner ... not that he was surprised since he hadn't really expected her to.

Evan was still feeling punchy and keen for action when they arrived for their second night of surveillance, too much so to feel the tiredness he should have after so little sleep the previous 48 hours.

He'd settled in for the long haul, eyes fixed on the screens in a semi unfocussed kind of way when he realised something was finally happening. "We've got something," he got on the radio to report to Parker. "South East corner, sector two." Everything seemed to pause as they waited ... and then the standard Louvre systems flickered and reset – clearly running off video given they no longer matched what was being shown by the more sophisticated military systems. "They've compromised your system," Lorne announced grimly.

"Acknowledged," Parker replied in a low voice.

"Hold position," Evan ordered. The electro-optical video feed was like watching the museum through a green, brightly lit filter that made everything stand out strangely. He was amazed at how quickly the two figures revealed amidst the green got to the storage room used for 16th century paintings. Clearly they'd known exactly where to head. Getting in the door was a non event, a simple matter of two thin pieces of metal and a basic knowledge of how locks worked. Evan could have picked that one himself with the same tools.

"They're in," he told Parker. "I'm moving to intercept." Turning to Drew as he stood, Lorne checked his gun, a 9mm Beretta, and then moved towards the door. "Keep an eye on them," he said. "Let me know if there's anything I need to be worrying about."

"And what are you going to do?" Drew asked worriedly.

"Nothing much," Evan dismissed. "Just have a little chat with our friends down there before I throw them to Parker and his men."

"Be careful," Drew cautioned. "They may look like a middle aged, mild mannered couple but you don't avoid getting caught across seven countries without having something up your sleeve."

"I'll keep that in mind," Lorne promised.

Keeping close to the wall, Evan made his way stealthily down the stairs, around a corner and then towards the end of a long corridor. The door of the storage room was slightly ajar and he could hear faint movements from within. "You're good to go," Drew's voice in his ear was all business.

Holding up a thumb to the hidden camera they'd installed over the entrance the day before, Evan slowly pushed the door open. The darkness inside had him pausing for a moment to get his bearings ... as he did he caught sight of lines of torchlight hitting the walls and ceilings. Proceeding cautiously, Lorne manoeuvred around the tables and shelves stacked with art ready for transport without being detected.

"Now," he whispered into the radio unit attached to his collar when he was only a few steps away.

Instantly the lights came on in the room. He was affected a little, his eyes not having enough time to really adjust to the darkness. Maria and Harry Luca on the other hand were very disoriented, stumbling as they experienced a moment of blindness. Harry was the first to recover, clearing his eyes to see Evan standing there, gun pointed directly at him. He made to move towards the nearest table.

"I wouldn't," Lorne warned, his tone quiet but deadly.

"Mr Lorne?" Harry was genuinely surprised to see him standing there.

"Evan?" Maria said a moment later, her eyes adjusted to the brighter light. "What ...?" she trailed off, shooting a fearful look at her husband.

"What am I doing here?" Lorne suggested. When they both nodded he chuckled grimly. "I think that's pretty self evident. I'm here to catch you in the act ... looks like I did just that, doesn't it?"

"How?" Harry grabbed Maria's hand, squeezing it reassuringly as he focussed intently on Evan.

"Well, see I neglected to tell you what it is I do for a living," Lorne was happy to fill them in on the details ... get them to the point where he could ask his own questions. "I'm not Mister Lorne ... I'm Captain Lorne ... United States air force. I've got friends high enough up the ranks to get access to some exclusive equipment you wouldn't know about."

"You set us up," Harry concluded.

"Seemed only fair after you did the same to me," Lorne shot back, his voice coldly angry. "Did you know they arrested me in Amsterdam?"

"Now Evan, we knew they wouldn't hold you for more than 24 hours," Maria explained pleadingly. "It was just to give us the time we needed to make our escape after our ... visits."

"That doesn't make me feel better," Evan retorted. "I've had an ex Interpol agent tailing me across Europe – your fault as well."

"Anton Lefèvre," Harry acknowledged.

"You know him," Evan commented grimly.

"He's been our nemesis for years," Harry admitted. "In part he is the one responsible for your involvement. We needed to renew our activities but Lefèvre was forever circling like a buzzard ... we needed to create another point of interest."

"Is that why you arranged for my sister's accident?" Lorne's voice dropped low, his eyes dark and threatening. "Another point of interest?"

"What?" Maria looked at Harry worriedly, giving every appearance of being genuinely surprised. "We didn't arrange any such thing Evan ... you must believe us. Harry and I would never hurt anyone ... not deliberately."

"Watch out!" Drew's warning echoed in his ear, too late.

Evan turned but before he could get a look the figures raised arm swung down towards his head and it was lights out Lorne.

oOo

Coming to a few minutes later with a groan Evan opened his eyes, closing them again with another groan. "You!" he exclaimed.

"Yes," Brian Green said complacently, holding Lorne's own borrowed weapon in a way that suggested he was more than capable of using it effectively. "Every good art thief needs an equally good conduit to liquidate their spoils." Harry and Maria stood close to each other to one side of the door, watching the proceeding with identical looks of fear and confusion.

"You're their 'fence'?" Evan couldn't believe it ... had the whole world been turned upside down, or had he become way too trusting?

"It's a little crude but essentially correct," Green agreed. "I also encourage the Luca's to turn their attention to specific items ... when I have a buyer interested."

"Well you should know that this room and the corridor outside are under military surveillance," Lorne warned, putting a hand to the back of his head and wincing both at the pain and the covering of blood he discovered on lowering it. His head was throbbing in an unpleasant, make you sick to your stomach kind of way that had him not as sharply focussed as he could be.

"I am well aware of your pathetic attempts to catch me Captain Lorne ... another advantage of being in the business," Green chuckled mockingly. "Gérard Perrie is a trusting fool who freely revealed your reason for being here along with everything you've done since you met with him. It's made getting into each gallery much easier too – I visit, meet with the curators, discuss works for my Gallery. And along the way I collect information about their security measures and the locations of works that are most vulnerable to ... liberation. Maria and Harry then act to remove them ... it's been a successful strategy for ten years." He waved a sweeping hand to his accomplices. "Who would suspect a middle aged couple in love? You didn't, did you Evan?"

"Why me?" Lorne ignored the taunting, intent on keeping them talking while Drew hopefully organised a way to get the bad guys without getting Evan shot in the process.

"You were single, travelling alone," Harry was the one to explain their choice. "After talking to you we realised you'd go to all the galleries we would also be visiting. It was nothing personal ... just the right set of circumstances to meet our requirements."

"When I saw your drawings I realised we could use that to further implicate you," Brain retook the explaining. "Detailed layouts of the museums, accurately featuring the outsides ... it all just fell into our hands." He smiled, his expression smug. "The card I gave you contains a tracking dot small and powerful enough to send out a basic signal for a few months – won't be on the market for years yet but I know some very useful people. I've known precisely where you are every minute since we met in Budapest."

Evan caught sight of movement at the doors but gave no outward side. Inside his adrenalin resurged, clearing his head.

"You're just a regular Einstein aren't you," he commented. "Not to mention arrogant. You knew I was trying to set you up and yet you still arranged for Maria and Harry to steal the painting I offered up as bait." Lorne shook his head. "And to think - I wouldn't have even known to suspect the Luca's if not for Anton Lefèvre."

"That man annoys to the point of torture," Green said bitterly. "I gave him other suspects ... Interpol was convinced and still he persisted. Even after he was sacked he continued to chase us."

"Yeah, I'd be a little pissed at being unfairly dismissed – you kinda brought it on yourself," Evan pointed out. "Just like you brought this on yourselves." He hadn't completed the sentence when the door burst open, drawing Brian's attention from Lorne for a moment.

That was all he needed. His right hand shot out rapidly, knocking the gun from Green's hand. Lorne followed that up with a fist to the gut, standing back and watching dispassionately as Brian crumpled with a breathless wheeze, hands clutching his stomach.

He recovered quickly, lunging at Evan's legs and taking them both to the floor. Rather than scramble up as Brian probably expected, Lorne launched himself across Brian's chest, pinning him to the floor. Slamming a fist to the other mans check, he grinned darkly. "That's for my sister," he said grimly - a cliche but true nevertheless - following that up with another punch to the other check and the words "and that's for ruining my holiday!"

Brian took the hits with more ease than Evan was expecting, rearing up suddenly and head butting Lorne under the chin. He fell backwards, rolling to stand up just in time to receive an elbow in the back.

"That's it!" he thought, surging up and pummelling Green with repeated hits to the torso. Brian tried to block but Evan was too fast, clearly done with polite conversation. Lorne threw in a few kicks as well, finally ending it with a well placed elbow to the jaw that saw Brian's eyes roll back in his head before he hit the ground hard and stayed down.

While Evan had been fighting Drew, Trent Parker and a contingent of security personnel had descended on the room, quickly apprehending the Luca's who didn't resist.

Breathing hard, Lorne staggered as he straightened, putting a hand to his ribs.

"You okay?" Drew asked lightly.

"Yeah," Evan nodded before looking at Maria and Harry.

"We really are sorry Evan," Maria said remorsefully. "We never meant for anyone to get hurt."

"You might not have meant it but that's what happens when you start messing around with serious criminals like that guy," Lorne pointed out sharply. "You're damned lucky no one else has been hurt over the years ... at least not physically. You cost a man his career and a bit of his sanity," he said, referring to Anton, "not to mention what you've done to the innocent people doing time for your crimes."

"We will take them into custody now," Trent Parker announced after neither said anything in their own defence.

Nodding, Evan stepped aside, watching dispassionately as all three were taken away and the room was cleared.

"Feel better now?" Drew asked.

"Hell yes," Evan replied with a smile.

oOo

Of course it wasn't over there. Lorne and Drew had to make statements, fill in forms, and make themselves available for repeated recounting of the entire ordeal. The police insisted on having Evan checked at a local medical centre – apart from some minor bruising, already colouring his jaw with blues and yellows, he was pronounced fine.

Once all the official paperwork was done they had to make themselves available for expressions of gratitude – from the Louvre, and Gérard Perrie and Trent Parker; from Monsieur Durand at Interpol; and from the French police who were more than a little happy to be the ones taking charge of the capture of previously elusive criminals.

If that wasn't enough Evan and Drew also had to remove all the equipment they'd installed at the Louvre and return it to Taverny. Eventually though the French police announced that they could take it from there, the clear chain of events and the indisputable evidence from the Louvre enough to ensure all three culprits would see the end they deserved without Evan having to stick around for trials. They also promised to re-examine all cases previously solved that were now suspected of being connected to the Luca's ... anyone who had been set up, who'd been falsely convicted would get the full support and compensation from the governments concerned.

Even though he knew they were guilty - big time guilty - Lorne felt a little bad for the Luca's. Despite their years of blatant thievery they'd lacked the true criminal menace of Brian Green and seemed to be more scared of him than friendly. Evan's police reports reflected that though, which might result in them getting a lesser sentence.

With Drew booked on the next flight to LA - not exactly on the way 'home' for him but Evan refrained from commenting - Lorne was almost ready to call it quits on France. There were a couple of things he still wanted to do though, the first being a phone call where he left a simple message.

"Anton, its Captain Lorne. I hope you're getting these messages because I have news I'm sure you'll be more than a little interested in. With the help of Louvre security Drew and I captured Maria and Harry Luca last night, in the act of stealing The Ship of Fools. Them and their fence, Brian Green of the Green and Black Gallery in London. I'll let you work out the implications of that. Anyway, they're in custody in Paris and will stand trial for multiple counts of burglary and theft ... so you might want to dust off those old files and get yourself over here. Drew's heading home tomorrow morning – after which I'll be going on to The Prado. You weren't right to put my sister in danger like that ... but you were right about who the real thieves were – up to a point."

oOo

All that remained as the day shifted into late afternoon was for Lorne to return to the Louvre. Events had progressed so rapidly he hadn't been able to visit the museum for its intended purpose. He heading straight for the Mona Lisa, moving on to the other major masterpieces, and then finishing just before closing time at Jean-Baptiste-Siméon Chardin's Grace.

It was a tender scene ... a mother teaching her children to recite a prayer before a meal. What it represented was beyond that though – Chardin intent on portraying hidden virtues, humble honest folk living a deserving life. The circle of figures representing the circle of tenderness and love that was central to the painting.

The contented life of duty.

Evan stood absorbing the mood of the piece, finding himself moved by the painter's message. It was both simple and powerful ... and timely for someone struggling to make sense of events that had shaken his belief in that life of duty.

Shaken but not broken.

Authors Note:

I know some of you suspected Brian Green ... you get to say 'I told you so!' ... I hope I managed to surprise a few of you though! I'm a bit nervous about this chapter re it feeling plausible - I did lots of research on art theft of the time as well as on what sorts of equipment was available for good and bad guys and from all I found it is plausible for things to be stolen from major galleries and for security to be run and beaten as I describe it - the only thing I couldn't substantiate is the size of tracking chips in 1999 so forgive the authors license taken on that detail. Just one chapter to go now ... I've added Grace to my website page, another excellent piece.