? I smiled from ear to ear and was eager for the last bell to ring. ?You got it!? I said as I started to get out. She placed a hand on my arm, stoppin... me. ?No. I mean now.?I felt my eyebrows go up a notch and quickly searched my memory for anything that demanded my presence today. I could think of nothing that couldn?t wait and quickly started the car back up. I drove off the school grounds and couldn?t help feeling like I was doing something wicked. I?d never taken off a day while all of my. "So where to now?" Mrs. Winslow asked."The DA's office to get his file," I replied."Isn't it just going to be the same?" she asked."It had better be," I replied."So you are just going to make sure no one is trying to short us?" she asked."Some of that, but the DA will have a few papers his office generated. He will probably have the coroner's report. The cop file may or may not have it," I replied.I didn't bother to question the DA's clerk. I simply took the file for which Mrs. Winslow paid. We can't let a blackmailer profit, can we?" she said with a grin."I'm glad you see things my way," said Jeff."And I'm glad you feel protective enough toward me that that is your way," she replied. Jeff felt much better; she always knew just the right things to say. That was one thing he loved about her, that she was always quick to give compliments like that."So let's think this through," she continued. "He has power over us because we want to keep those pictures private more than we want the. It had been a mining town, or so the legend went, located high in the Rocky Mountains of central Colorado. Then, in the sixties, it had been discovered by a new breed of American adventurer, a group of kids who lived and loved somewhere along the ragged edge of human existence, lost under the south side of the sky. This new breed had, generally speaking, not a lot of cash on hand but more than a few had trust funds hidden away from prying eyes, and so they skied all winter long, at least when.