Especially with the big party happening next weekend. Once that's done..." We can sit back and relax?" Kelly asked, smiling sardonically."Well no, Mis...ress," Dayna replied, "but I honestly believe that next weekend will be a tipping point, one way or another. Either you'll have won, and can take it a little easier, coasting to the Samhain Ball, or you'll have lost decisively and there won't be any reason to worry about it any longer." But no pressure, right Dayna?" Harry quipped."No sir ... no. It was seldom used; it catered to the weekend private pilot who just wanted to get in the air and fly around a while. I knew the field, the owner, and the staff there very well. I liked them and they liked me.I did a flyby across the airfield, looking down into the parking lot. It was three minutes until 1:00 and ... THERE! It was a small car pulling in. I held the Cessna in a steep bank to the right, letting Mercedes look down things over.“Is that Stephanie in that baby-shit green thing?” I. It is not on that level. I love my Robin and have no intentions about dumping him. What would the children think about me if I divorced their father?" Don't do anything stupid. By the way did you see the nice gold chain Anne's got from her new lover boy?"Then they began their gossip about some Anne, uninteresting for me.I listened several times to their talk and though no cheating was mentioned, I had the feeling that Sarah would have talked quite differently if she had been innocent. But she. Now go home and enjoy the afternoon off. Do not call or speak to anyone about what happened today."The waitress nodded and Cal took the piece of paper from her. He got out of the car and waved her to leave. She waved back and drove away. Cal and the team entered the pawnshop. An elderly gentleman sat behind a counter. The old man waved them to the counter.The old man said, "My name is Carl Ericson. How may I help you?"Cal replied, "Paul Smith sent us." Ah yes, he called a few minutes ago. Wait.