We were in the South Pacific approaching New Zealand when our nanny, Grace, woke us up.“You probably want to hear this,” she said. “It’s not g...od. There is no way to sugar-coat it. So listen up.”She turned up the radio and told us to sit while the announcer announced We interrupt our regularly scheduled broadcast with breaking news: John Semanthaler at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave NW, Washington, DC.“We’re outside the fence looking at what remains of the West Wing, where the murder of the President of. I'd like to get a chance to question him without calling in more cops, to get his side of the story." I guess that makes sense," said Sandy reluctantly. "I'm sure there's a good explanation." I need you to go back to your car and wait there," said Pete."Why?" asked Sandy. "We can help convince him to come out."Pete appeared to be having an internal debate for a moment. Then he said softly, "Sandy, the medics working on Julie said they saw Bobby had a gun when he ran off. I can't risk you being. "Something in her tone was off. "Why not?" Well, I never told you before. But when your father became rich, he made sure we were taken care of. I couldn't tell you about him. But he set up several hidden trust funds for me. Don't worry about me. I have plenty of money."I thought back to her beat up Honda and our modest house. True, she was in a very nice neighborhood up in Westchester and she had a successful career, but we'd never been extravagant. Perhaps she'd gone to extra lengths to hide. " I started looking in the wagon. There was another chest and a chair to go with the table. There were other things like a large kettle, a washtub and many other things. That's when Tim came out of the cave and called the young man to him. I don't think Tim had ever worked faster. Pat and I unloaded his wagon and that's when I noticed the bottom was full of lumber. "Pat, what's this for. You brought me a table so I don't need to build one." Father sent it. I told him that you had no shelter for.