‘Hello, sir. Are you Zack? Oh, good. My name is Carrie. I will be your designated hostess during your stay with us.’ Zack’s waited for his watch...to vibrate but it didn’t. His first instinct was to look at Carrie’s fingers. Though highly unlikely, the watch could have malfunctioned. But not this time, Carrie was not wearing a Zodiac ring. Carrie was blond, dressed in all white spa wear: soft sneakers, satiny running shorts and a tight sports bra. She was mid-height, solid and athletic, not. ”I waited for him to continue, but when he remained silent, I said, “And...”“He’s a cop now... he has to be... and he runs The Blue Deuce,” Sam spat out. “He and his brothers ended up as just numbers within the foster system... brother number one, brother number two, brother number three. Wes was brother number two... so he started calling himself ‘Deuce.’”He was starting to wind down so I asked, “What do we do?”“Is Boris still listening?” he asked quickly.In response a voice chirped in my ear–. I got to Springer Mountain at 9:15 and was on the trail by 9:30. I had planned a fifteen-mile hike to the Gooch Mountain shelter, but I wasn't in as good of shape as I thought.By the third day, and I was really pushing myself as the Blood Mountian shelter was fourteen miles, and I wanted to make it there before dark. I was about halfway when I stopped for water and a snack. I decided to check my phone, but as I was turning it on, a couple of young women walked by. One of them smiled and. Every child who came with their parents got a free apple, pear or peach to munch on. It was so much fun to see the twinkle in their eyes when they got to choose their own piece of fruit to enjoy.The dirt road that led to his farmhouse was about a half mile long and he loved firing up the tractor, picking a few bushels of the ripest fruit and then the slow saunter to the road, the trailer following behind.He would play the scene with an old straw hat and worn but clean bib overalls. Heavy well.