I'm sorry," the boy tried at making amends, his fears growing at the infuriated sight of the powerful man. "You know I wouldn't rat..." You'd do any g...ddamned thing you could to save your ass, punk, just like your buddies," the police-chief accused, "which is the reason I called you in here... so pick up your ears and listen good. I've got an idea I think you're going to like..."The teenager respondingly did as he was told, breathing an inward sigh of relief when the huge, white-haired man's. Long term, it creates other problems, not least because she is fine with it and will not want to change. But living in a world where the dead roam the streets seeking out the living, long term may be a moot point.I started with the story idea as I said, and outlined it in five pages. From past experience, I expected about twelve thousand words, I wound up with thirty-seven thousand words, three times what I was aiming for. Marla was supposed emerge from her ordeals a stronger, more independent. Secondly, her daughter was now seventeen, almost eighteen and I just could not bring myself to cross that barrier. So I thought! Chris however was not making that very easy. She was about to graduate and was excited to go to college. I think we all were apprehensive about her leaving. Chris loved to flirt and to have her picture taken. I of course was always ready with the camera because her and her friends were wonderful models. Soft bodies that oozed a sexual presence that the camera caught. Marty?”“Hey, Tad! Listen, something’s happened. The Braves have traded me to Norfolk.”“You’re in Norfolk?”“No, I’m in Louisville, Kentucky. The Norfolk club is on the road.”“So you’re not with the Braves anymore?”“Afraid not. And when this club finishes its road trip, here in Louisville and after that, in Toledo, I’ll be heading to Norfolk instead of Lawrenceville.”“So when will you be home? ... Here?”“We play in Gwinnett in late August, Tad. I’ll be able to see you then.”“So you can’t live.