‘Ryan Jackson!’ I heard a guard call out my name. I looked up and he was motioning me to him. I walked to him, he had me turn around with my hands...through the bar slit. I was cuffed then taken out of the holding cell and led down to an interrogation room. I sat down in a chair where I was un-cuffed, I then noticed a police detective sit down across from me. ‘OK let’s make this quick. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in a court of law.. .," Missy continues and after only moments I am crumbling to the onslaught."Fine," I say with an exasperated sigh. "Help me find something cute to wear."---------------------"Egads! The blasted feds are on to me again!" I think, having caught one of them surveying me from a crack in a second story window during my approach to the apartment building. Moving quickly, I make my way up to my door, double checking my berettas concealed within the confines of my trench coat, more out of habit than. ”“And you’ve always said yes,” encouraged Fred.“Ah, but tonight we crossed a million galleons, and I’m starting to seriously doubt Charlie’s chess playing abilities. I think you should cut your losses.”“But—”“Harry!” Ginny squealed, seeing him at the door. She ran over and gave him a grand hug. “Gabriella! You made it!” She was beaming, but then the smile slipped off her face as she turned to Gabriella. “How are you doing?” she asked solemnly. “Harry told us about your friend. I’m so. Young woman in there expensive dresses, being escorted by handsome men who are hoping to find a bride. It was market day, children ran around freely, chasing each other. Butchers, and vegetable growers, fishermen, wool shearers, blacksmiths, carpenters, and bakers were all out in the town square selling their products. I directed my horse to the only hotel, which was rite next to a building called La Diomante, which means The Diamond. There was a foul looking woman sitting on the porch.