"A thief! But Spain's giving me significance. For the first time I feel I'm doing something worthwhile, something important. I never was going to go b...ck. Even on the docks at Barcelona, even if you'd stepped onto that ship, I never was going back." So, what are you going to do?" Walk to France, maybe? Get me a couple of French sheilas and get pissed on the Montmartre. I could get a job in the Armee de l'aire, maybe the French Foreign Legion? Lots of opportunities for a good pilot. The French. .too much room. Itdoesn't look right.My mom tugged at the bit of loose fabric on the front pouch and thenloudly sighed. They both stood back up and looked at me. All this time,I'd been focused on keeping myself from getting hard. I somehow managedto do this. But I couldn't keep my mouth shut about this anymore.Me: You think they are loose? You have to be kidding me. They are fine.There is no extra room.Kendall: Sorry honey, but this is what I do for a living -and these areclearly too large for. ‘What can I do for you, Chief? Kinda busy right now.’ ‘That’s what I needed to find about. One of my officer’s wives, Jana Jones, called 911 and said you were at Gwinnett Place. What can you tell me?’ ‘Well I spotted six janitors who did not look right. One had a gun sticking up out of his trash barrel. I got Jana and her kids outta here and into my car. Once I was sure she was on her way, I came back in.’ ‘What do you mean back in? Are you inside the mall? Why, you crazy?’ ‘Yeah, Chief, I’m. I should have known that was a lost cause; I couldn't get anything done.At ten-thirty, I went to my boss' office and told him I was having problems at home and needed to take the day off as a personal day. He agreed, albeit I could see he was dying with curiosity. I drove to the Jefferys' house. Katie was surprised when she opened the door. She had a rather worried look on her face."Katie, I need to talk to you please," I said rather sternly.She held the door open for me to enter and pointed to.