" Well, you should go see what the guy wants. Maybe he'll give you an out."At 12:30 the next day Donny sat in Professor Knoffler's office waiting. Twi...e he contemplated leaving a note telling the Professor to fuck himself, but in the end, his need to defend his work won out. He could hear the professor talking to someone in the adjacent room, but he couldn't tell who.Finally, the professor walked into the office and slung his jacket over the back of his chair and sat. For a moment, they sat in. I could have done it and the controller knew it, but I would have had to search all kind of things. Things which I wasn't familiar with. They could task a random search on a computer dedicated to such things. Things like Medical Examiner's reports. When something came up concerning that particular murdering prick, they would know it. If it were alerted to forward me a message, the computer called BART would do that as well.Bart's access was absolutely restricted to the people at the farm who. Sam hollered from the kitchen, "Want a beer?" You bet. The colder the better." I answered.Sam came to the door to the spare bedroom and rapped twice before entering and handing me the ice cold Corona. I was just pulling up the fly on my shorts and hadn't pulled on my T-shirt yet."Great tan." She said."Thanks. I've been trying to do a little beach time when my schedule allows." I said. "Thanks for the beer. Got anything to make a sandwich?"The next hour passed like a gentle spring breeze, with. ” I wasn’t even sure she was old enough, but she didn’t hesitate at the suggestion. As we crossed the vast marble foyer towards the lounge, I was compelled to inquire a bit. “I would have thought you were meeting someone here.”“Actually, I’m trying to leave someone behind. Many someones, in fact. A whole family of them.” We walked in and sat down at the bar, and she ordered a glass of wine and I a whiskey soda. We were both, of course, carded, and both of us passed. That answered one lingering.