She could run a cardiac arrest better than most of the docs in the hospital. She still worked on the street when she could, but most of her time was s...ent in the office as a shift supervisor. Nobody doubted she'd be the next Chief.I grabbed a Heineken at the bar and worked my way back to her table. I recognized everyone except a guy who looked too young to have been served the beer he was drinking."Hey, guys," I said as I pulled up a chair, "Just getting started or just winding up?"Denise spoke. We liked what we saw out there, we knew we were in our new home state when we saw a herd of Harley riders cruising on Interstate 8 between Casa Grande and Gila Bend. They were all wearing T-shirts, jeans and biker boots—no gloves or jackets. Riding motorcycles was merely a dream for snowed-under residents of Albion, Indiana in February 1978 and we were primed to make the move 2000 miles west to the land of cactus, dry heat and wintertime daily highs of 68 degrees. Dad went out ahead of us in. I'll fuck you, Freschetti. I'll suck you and fuck you, but you've got to win the game for that to happen, Freschetti. Got that? Got that?" I asked, poking him. "I mean it! You know I don't say things I don't mean. Do you think you're man enough to go out there and whip their butts, Freschetti?"I could see a fire kindle in his eyes, could see the life coming back into him. It was almost scary!Then I reached for his crotch again, not that it did much good to feel nothing but a steel cup. "You win. Some are repeats and I bet you can sell them on EBay. I marked which ones are the best for you to keep and the conditions of the others and market value. I will put these in your bag for you. The new issues are ready for you to put out. I need to run to the bank, and I will be right back." Jerry, thank you for the comics, and I will watch the shop while you're gone. I will get right on them boxes, too," he said and walked to the table with five boxes of comics on them."You're welcome," Jerry.