-Sorry. she said.-What are you scared of? I asked.-Nothing... I'm not scared...-Ok, lets try something different... stand up.She stood, at the the...piano, pushing the stool back with her legs.-Not there. I told her, -come into the middle of the room. -What's this all about? She asked.-I'm going to help you like I promised, you need to focus and for that you need to stop searching for the fear... you are constantly checking yourself... you want awareness and control to replace your high. I was driving around the mean streets of Dorchester. I hate that town. It’s messy, lousy and noisy. Also, it’s filled to the brim with angry black people. For some reason, the department has a habit of assigning black cops to the black neighborhoods. I don’t know why. The black community hates black cops far more than anyone suspects. So, as you can imagine, I was none too happy about patrolling this part of the city. However, in Dorchester, you can always find some action. It’s pretty much. The house should be filled by the time it reaches them.”“Will it do the job?” Denise asked.“Absolutely. I dumped a small gas can of fuel on the drapes, so when the gas catches, the drapes will act as an accelerant.” She replied.“How did we miss this much money?” David asked holding it open so Denise could see how much was in it.“It was in the return for the AC unit. I noticed it when I was disconnecting the gas line to the inner unit.” She told him.By the time the four of them were back at the. I had to ask David what the crowd has been chanting. I never could understand them.He laughed and said, “Booze for boobs ... or boobs for booze. I forget which. I can never understand them either.”Bev returned to the table and poured everyone a fresh glass of mediocre Champagne. We drank a lot slower this time. We even worked in a few dances before we emptied the second bottle. When the second bottle was empty I was ready for something a little better to drink but before I could say anything,.