They were both exceedingly smart and capable people, and that had not been dimmed by retirement. But to be honest, I never thought of them as rich, be...ause they were so unassuming, and of course I had the legendary Grandpa McKesson burned into my brain as the definition of 'wealthy'.Christmas and New Years went by very quickly. Two weeks can fly by when you're busy being young and having fun. I almost managed to forget about the big stir we'd left behind us in Angel's Camp, but it didn't take. I quite modestly explained my hook, and their surprisingly personal comments to both of us.I told him that we went to the bank, and Sari showed him her own checkbook, and shiny new Visa Card, grinning like a Cheshire cat in the moment. I also updated him on my progress online – he chuckled at my eagerness.How we spent the rest of the time out ... wasn’t brought up, but we were ready, just in case? I left them alone as I walked in and said “Hello” to my favorite mother.I helped her as we talked. Elisabet would dispose of it later.I drew my real phone, my fingers were already working on the group text to send out when I knocked on the door to Elisabet’s office. She muttered something. I opened the door to find her sitting at her desk, glasses perched on her nose. Her blonde hair spilled about her mature and lovely face.“Clint, do you have that—”“My family and I are about to be arrested,” I said. “Judge Coburn’s signing the warrants right now.”“Oh,” she said, the color draining from her. After setting her hand scanner back into its wall rack, the uniformed woman moved to the chamber's control panel. A heavily-instrumented lid lowered and sealed the chamber; display screens illumined with flashing readouts and symbols."Treatment commencing; scans indicate all trauma within treatment range; estimated time for healing, two hours, fifty-three minutes. Advise standard nutrition and hydration pack fifteen minutes post-emergence."Doctor Schmidt stood unmoving, shocked and unbelieving..