’ Moira gave me a sad look. I stroked her cheek, and I smiled. ‘But this one… Best… trip… ever. It’s so amazing, I don’t even care about...a destination. Every second with you is a mission accomplished, and perfect in its own way. I love you, Moira.’ ‘I love you too, Craig.’ She dropped her head against my shoulder, and we slept. After a wonderful nap, we woke famished. I ordered room service, which we enjoyed thoroughly. Then I remembered a forgotten portion of last night’s plan. ‘I believe you. I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep."LISA, TELEPHONE," my mother yelled again.It wasn't going to work. She wasn't going to let up. Sleepily, I crawled out of bed, threw on a robe, and stumbled down the stairs. "I think its THAT boy," my mother said extending the telephone in my direction. I stifled a yawn as I wondered who "that boy" was and took the phone from her."Hello," I said sleepily.The voice at the other end of the phone was hesitant. "Hello Lisa, its Ken."I came awake a little.. It was not available to rent period. It was part of a top secret holding facility for the FBI’s biggist MVP’S.Beachwood Lodge was the place where Eddie was debriefed over the Christmas holiday. He made only a tiny ripple in the media storm of Christmas. Eddie spilled his guts for five straight days without a break. Not only did the FBI have his story but he gave them information that allowed them to break into the Data files of the drug ring. There weren’t many files, but the FBI pieced. The enormous banquet hall, a 17th century addition to the palace, glittered with the brilliance of a thousand chandeliers, the cavernous dome strung from one side to the other with colored paper. The King, like the rest of his guests, turned around at the sound. The Princess had arrived.King Henry Lucas drew in a sharp breath at the sight of the Goddess who descended down the stairs. Her beauty defied him; he wondered if he were really the father of the most beautiful woman ever.The Princess.