"Not quite the old west!" Nor is the satellite dish out the back, the Jacuzzi with wide screen TV mounted on the wall next to it nor the games room." ...hat sort of games?" Let's just say it stays locked when Michelle comes out to go riding but we know where to find the key!"I actually already knew of the property. It had been listed as being owned through a shell company so it never seemed to be connected with Adam Pringle; certainly the IRS hadn't worked out the financial link and the FBI. I wanted something that would use the same ammunition as Arti's Glock. I settled for a pair of Sig's: the SP 2022 and the SPC 2022, complete with a waist holster for the SP 2022 and an ankle holster for my hideout gun, the SPC 2022. Plus 9 mm. ammo and spare clips, of course.Now, Alexander Hobart was duly outfitted with a personal armory. With only one rueful glance at the Springfield .45, I headed back to our rendezvous point. Io advised that Arti would be there before me. It seems that I had. I found several of them right where I’d left them. Instead of one-hundred and fifty million dollars, I now had a lot more. Access was guaranteed once I updated information and changed passwords reactivating a couple that had fallen dormant. It took a little while but I ordered a set of debit cards and set up some other perks for Abby and me. Then I managed to move a lot of money into high return investments that should produce about ten-million a month, some of which I could use to hurt those. " He carried her out of the pool and wrapped her in a large towel, after drying her off he frowned, he needed a clean nightgown for her. He was holding up the one he had taken off her looking at it trying to judge how to go about getting her one when Bitsy laughed, Rav turned around holding the nightgown in front of him. Bitsy tisked at him then laughed, she stopped abruptly when she saw Natalie curled up in a towel on the marble bench sound asleep. Rav dried off and got dressed as Bitsy.