Turning to look over her shoulder she grinned. That'd told them alright. Losers! She had no chance to see the pile of debris on the road. No time to r...act. The last thing she remembered was being shunted forwards and the car lifting into the air. Her head thudding into the drivers airbag. Then darkness.The faint sound of voices around her. Fuzzy shapes. Sarah was suddenly aware she was lying on the road. The tar hot, hard and sticky beneath her from the afternoon sun. For a moment she wondered. "Yes!" Mr. Brodie," said a voice that was vaguely familiar."Yes," I said curtly, ready to scream and hang up if it was someone from the Campaign for Life, or the Disabled American Veterans, or any of the robo-calling political campaigns that had already started with the primaries this past spring."This is FBI Special Agent Fife, Mr. Brodie," said the voice on the other end. "We..." was as far as he got."That thing in Columbia; was that her place?" I interrupted frantically. "I mean was that. I'm not changing my mind. Besides, Coach agrees with me."Cal had lied just a little to Mahmoud. Despite his 'firm' decision, Cal still thought about college basketball occasionally. As he thought about his dream of a 'normal' student's life, though, there was another very good reason to forget about basketball in college. Next year, when Cheryl was done with volleyball and he was done with football, they could do 'normal' college student things together for the rest of the year. That was. I hope I am not mistaken.Your Uncle and Godfather, Jeremiah.“Ah!” I sighed. “All my life I wondered why I’d been saddled with my given name. I’d guess this explains it.”“Indeed. If I may say so, your Uncle was eccentric, but always had a good reason for his actions. He was also a very perceptive man.”“Thank you.” I stood, and held out my hand. The solicitor grasped it in both of his.“You will want to go and see the property, so I won’t keep you any further. If you need advice, I am at your.