"Huh. I wonder if this is another mission in disguise. Just one I'll bedoing by myself. I think the guardian angel wants me to take my gift andgive...back to people around me. It won't be enough to just redo parts ofTony's life. It won't be enough to attempt to save Chase. I need to usethis gift to better everyone around me just as I was doing the past twoweeks.Yeah. That's exactly what I'm going to do.And I know exactly where I'm going to start.* * *I got out of bed, ate a quick bit of. "I hope he told you I'm supposed to stay under the radar?" Yes he did, so don't worry, we've got that covered. Look, I've got my opposite number from the VA standing here alongside me. He wants to talk to you."A different voice came on the line,"Deputy Johnson? I hope we get to meet real soon so that I can personally thank you for both your quick response and the sensitive way you handled this horrid affair. It is more than shocking to discover that we have had the equivalent of a Nazi. This school was nothing more than another den of depravity.Officer Brown went to the classroom's doorway. He signaled the teacher quietly.The teacher came over. "Yes?" My name is Officer Brown. I'm with the County Social Services. I have an order here to pick up Tiffany French so she can get all her stuff and move it to her father's."The teacher looked at the note. "Wait here."He went back into the classroom.A few minutes later Tiffany came out. "What the hell is going on here?" Hell has. Everything has to be in order, lined up, organized, everything in its place. I can see why my office drives her nuts. She gets fidgety whenever she’s in there more than a few seconds. I made her sit through a conference call once, and within minutes she lost it and was sifting through my desk contents, stacking, moving, lining things up. I kept smacking her hands away, and 30 seconds later she’d be back at it. Embarrassed, but unable to stop. Cute as hell. I stop by her desk a few times a day,.