“Si,” she replied.She pulled out a second beer and popped open the tab.“Do you want one?” she asked.“No,” I replied. “I am driving.”�...Can we go to the park?” she asked.“Yes,” I replied. “Donde?”“I show you,” she replied in her broken English. “Turn here.”I followed her directions and within a few minutes were driving into a small park about a mile from the convenience store where we had met. The park road was a small black top drive and it took us into a wooded area with a large parking lot. I. There were wagons and caravans and teamsters and drovers packed into the city like sliced apples in a pie. There was barely room to turn around, and there were far, far too many hands wishing to be familiar with parts of my anatomy, and Alianna's too. After making an example of a couple of the most egregious offenders, and pointing the sharp end of a throwing knife at a few others, things eased up a bit, but after a couple nights at the Stone Stream Inn, resting up and restocking our supplies,. ”“Because I was asked to.”“I doubt it’s that simple.”“I was asked to talk to the kid’s mother and some people from his father’s old unit. They painted a pretty convincing picture, so I told them I’d look into it. I also told them if I saw a hint of him being involved with what happened, I would say so, and head back to Florida.”“And the stuff in the apartment isn’t a hint?”“Not the right kind. It doesn’t feel right. In the Army, when you’re out on patrol, there is usually no warning before you. .. And a bit more...” She notes Dennis licking his lips, looks him up and down, and then adds, “I’d do ANYTHING ... Including an ugly, hairy, fat old man!” She keeps a straight face – no giggles, no laughs. She’s serious.Dennis sparks up, “Right then ... Kit off!”Bridget smiles, pauses for a while, turning from side-to-side, shoulders back, small chest forward, showing off everything she’s got – it’s not much, but it’s nice - then leans in toward the lens, bringing her hands up and making her.