If a girl wore a short dress, someone with a camera snapped a picture of her "pretties" as she reached to put her money in. There was a bulletin board...with "Past Pretties" pictures on it, but with girls mostly wearing jeans now days, there wasn't much to post. I guess it was a time-honored tradition they had to keep. I dropped my money in and looked for a friendly familiar face. I heard a whistle and turned to see Mark and Russell. Ahh, friendly faces! I went over and we started up a. " Thanks."Next to me, Tami shifted but said nothing."Why the hell did you let him hit you if you could beat him up?"That was a damn good question. "I didn't beat him up, I defended myself." The question stands."I let one hand rest on her butt and the other on her thigh. I lowered my voice. "I guess I figured he had a couple of hits coming. Since I'd made him out a liar and everything." Why?" Tami asked quietly, almost whispering.I looked over at her. "I decided their were worse things than. In fact, his firm only hired sharks; pit bulls would have to look somewhere else for a job.He also maintained close relations with many of his former clients, who were some of the biggest figures in the underworld. My grandfather was no saint, but when it came right down to it, he was a good man, who only settled for the best with everything he did.After I explained our situation to him, I asked if he could be of any help in getting Ilse’s ex locked up and also obtaining custody of Bram and. Try a different route. Try finding her with the map or these files."I considered what she said. Normally I would just know which way to go to find Mandy, but since I wasn't getting any feedback from her, I had to dial the operator. In this case though, I had to use something as the focus. I looked down at the first file.The file was just paper with words. I picked it up, looked it over, read the front, and glanced at the back. Nothing. I closed that folder and went to the next one. Nothing.