”“Behave yourself!”“Of course.”Dad was outside when I got to Beppi’s. “Are you OK?”“I think so. But not a happy camper.” He nodded...We were seated right away. I ordered scampi and a salad.“What’s the problem?”“I think I should be happy. Between the art blokes and the ministry, I’ve more than enough income for the household, and Rachel’s articles pay for the cars and more. But I’m not content. And the whole business with the NNTT has got me even more uneasy. I thought the Noongar settlement would. ’ ‘Have we?’ His eyes flashed. Constance could not believe that Rob failed to see the depth of hurt and anger his blithe answers had caused Enrique. Was Rob so blind? Or was he making less of it, telling himself it did not matter? The two of them had just agreed, however grudgingly on Enrique’s part, to Rob’s plan when a reprieve came. It was in the form of a messenger, bringing the tidings that Lord Adam Cuthburt, an old friend of the deGranvilles, had just put into port at Veradoga Harbor.. " OH SHIT." All FIVE weapons were turning towards her. The FBI man was a fake, rung in to, to what? Expose any plainclothes officers in the bank? That didn't make sense. Part of her mind screamed at her to drop her weapon, but the cop was in full control and it was too late as she shot twice at the farthest gunman. She swung her weapon towards the next one, feeling like it was dragging through cold molasses. The sights swept over the fake agent and the pistol bucked twice more. She saw the gun. She slid closer and opened her mouth to lick it. It tasted saltier than the other night. She rooted her nose under it and rolled it back and forth a couple times. Then she opened her mouth and fished it in. She had to be careful not to grab it or lean on her sleeping father. It even felt a little bigger than the other night. She leaned closer and sucked it in a little further till it was just about to touch the back of her throat.She almost gagged and had to keep herself from coughing or run.