. sir?", asked Christopher him. "But you can rest assured you're not getting a new permit for these holiday lets!".Silvia intervened. "It is not your ...ob to issue permits or deny them! And it is certainly not your job to threaten our islanders... You are here to serve them... Not the other way around, civil servant!... ", she called angrily. "Chris, if you want to file an official complaint against him you should."."Officer Tom. I would like to file a complained against this, not so gentile. She didn’t even know that word before she met me. I’ve been a bad influence.”I caught the flicker of a smile when she gestured for me to go on.So I told my story straight, how I heard the whistle, took off, went through the door and tackled Craigmyle. I was remembering details, like how hard I’d hit the door, the stink, Haddy’s dragon -- the stump of her arm -- in Schultz’s face, how Lestat took care of Schultz just before the big people got there.Devers just nodded. “Thanks for coming to. As soon as he agreed, there was a flash that blinded his eyes. As soonas he was able to focus, he looked down at the pad and his femininepicture appeared on the screen. His face was emotionless and his eyeslooked blank.The guard also had a preview of the picture and chimed in with histhoughts."Oh I know we can do better than that," he said as he cleared thepicture from the screen.Jordan was shocked to see the picture disappear and quickly looked up atthe guard with an annoyed look."Ok, now one. ." was his reply. She huffed and looked at the door. Torn between outright lying to him and saying she did it or taking the hit, she shot back "I apologize, I'll do it when I can. Someone's at the door. I'm sorry Sir." Trixie hid her phone in her pocket, fearing retaliation from Mr. Mason. There was still another week between now and the end of camp, which gave her some buffer time to make up for any missteps she may have committed. That didn't quite mean that she'd get a week's vacation.