It wasn't that he doubted her, but he wanted to know what she might know that hadn't come to his attention. He had a lot of information that suggested...the same thing was happening in the agricultural industry. His desk, at home, was loaded with cases of Pfand owned farms filing bankruptcy, fighting legal actions, and strangling under red tape."Four women who worked for us were killed. One of them managed to tell us before she died that an agriculture mega-firm was planning on stealing billions. So I arrived at Mr. Monroes house and knocked on the door. He answered and asked what we should do first. I told him that we should go to my favorite tack shop called The Big Red Barn. We went and bought some buckets, halters, lead ropes, cross ties, rubber floor mats, saddle racks, bridle hangers, and a new hose. When we arrived at the house we still had 3 ½, hours left so we screwed a few folding saddle racks into the wall, laid down the rubber floor mats, hung the cross ties, and set. ” Helena agreed. “Anyone else out in the open is a target. Except one: Where’s Schell?”Ramirez pointed to the big house again. The largest of several houses from the days when they could be ordered from a catalog, delivered in pieces, and assembled by the end user with step-by-step instructions.“This one. It draws a significant amount of power from these generators. Something’s going on in there.”“Project Blondi, we know.” Helen replied, she and Mander fighting off snickers. “So, we lock the. . You meant me, right? Off-shoot, a clone - right down to my Wallabees . .”“Yes, but that doesn't mean, that just because we have mutual lust, that we should give in to our lascivious cravings. That is not an automatic green light to having an affair between us. That would be incest, and even if we both want to make love with one another, that doesn't make it right, no matter how hot it would be. It would turn that bubble-bath into a steam-room! So don't get any ideas, and especially not.