They just wanted to trash the place,” John said.“That’s what we thought.” said the officer. “We got the man who did it. He was walking down ...he street trying to look innocent, but as it’s a cul-de-sac and he had oil down the front of his jeans it was a dead give-away.” The man laughed dryly.“D’you know who he is?”“He’s not talking, but he will,” said the officer. “Anyone got it in for you?”“Oh yes,” John said with feeling, “but I didn’t think he’d be daft enough to try something like this.”Then. "JR nodded. "You her agent for this, John?" Yeah. I owed her one." Alright. I'm in. Paul, I'm making you my representative on this. You'll be working with these two. Gentlemen, Paul's your goto for this sale. You need anything call him." He looked at his watch then pulled out his wallet. "I've got to run." He dropped a hundred on the table. "Next time you want to steal my money, John, at least pay for lunch afterward." He laughed. We all shook hands and he left.I gave the bill to Sean. "Here. I. .. they just come up!" Mr. Chubby said with a laugh in his voice.Well, I should've expected it from my first encounter with him. He was a 'perv' then, he's a 'perv' now. "Don't worry." I said, "If anything 'comes up', I'll be sure and break it off so it doesn't bother me."His grin faded quickly. "look I don't mean any offense. I just know what can happen sometimes. Believe me, I'll do my absolute best to keep it under control. Scout's honor." Yes, please do." I snapped again, turning back. Elle was standing on the top of the stairs leading into the house. Her short red hair glowed faintly, illuminated by the light spilling from the open doorway behind her. She was wearing a pair of worn, blue jeans and a long, white t-shirt that went down to about mid-thigh. She was a rather tall woman, about 5'10", in her mid-fifties, and, although she could stand to lose about twenty pounds, quite pretty. He was sure that she could make herself look a whole lot better if she would dress in.