"I really appreciate your helping me with this, Jeff. I owe you a big one."We shook hands. "Any time, Chuck. Hell, you're almost family. See ya tomorr...w. Bye, Carol."December 2, 2014:It went off just as we planned. I let Jeff off at the front entrance and drove over to the lot to wait. I rode his mind as he ascended the stairs and walked down the hall to Janet's office. She smiled as she greeted him and asked him to have a seat in her tiny, cluttered closet of an office.When he asked her,. “What truck firm?”“Oh, Sea-Guard Trucking.”“Thanks, Billy,” John said, “You’ve been more help than you can know. Also, if the FBI comes asking about that train let me know, call me at home.”“Sure thing, John,” Billy said, “Buh-bye.”“Talk to you soon,” John said, hanging up.Mickey Mills? Sea-Guard Trucking? George couldn’t be 100 percent right, could he?John went down to the lobby, and up to the front desk, and rang the bell. The desk clerk came out looking surly, and asked, “Whaddaya want?”“I’d. “Think? Only that they were the luckiest three bastards.” I replied.“Did you know, I almost let you fuck my arse the night before,” she said.“Fucking hell,” was all I could say.“Oh dear, you have a hard on.” She said. “Again!”The location was on the outskirts of Warwick. It was a nightclub, which had gone broke. When we arrived the place was a hive of activity. The lighting was in place at for various sets. Cameras lay where they would be needed. A young woman was giving instructions to two. Juwanna has a better idea of what I do for the government than most of my employees since we talk openly in the house--as long as it’s not something classified. Knowing how well we were doing, she asked if we could build another greenhouse.This one would be for our own use, to grow many of the same vegetables that we plant in our spring truck garden. I agreed readily, and the women had seedlings ready to transplant by the time it was finished. Not only does it provide us with fresh produce.