She went back to work on her proposal. Really the only thing that stopped her from finishing it were the estimates for the four bay garage. Surely, if...the firms she had approached wanted the work they would have been much quicker in submitting an estimate. She pulled out their letters of response. She was horrified to find that one of them was Gareth’s father’s firm. She rushed off to talk to Anthea who remained completely calm.“Talk to Stephen about it this evening,” was all she effectively. “Aww baby you still want more… first let’s get out of this mess then we’ll go again” so we made a plan to call the cops as that was the only solution. I knew father had a gun and at this point, anything was possible. I had a phone in the bedroom right next to the bed; we made a call to the cops. “Yes ma’am my father is outside with his gun wanting to shoot my mom and myself… We are in our guesthouse at the back of our yard hiding... Ma’am please get the police on duty at the address I’ve given. “Do you know the difference between a good lawyer and a great lawyer?” Betsy asked looking up from the stack of papers she had pulled from the envelope.“No,” Stella answered, hoping that she wasn’t going to tell that old joke.“A good lawyer knows the law, and a great lawyer knows the judge,” Betsy said laughing.Not sure if she was joking or not, Stella asked, “Is that supposed to be a joke?”“Yes. My dad told that joke to one of the tribal lawyers. Like you, he didn’t think it was funny either,”. The plane landed and apporached the gate. Marcus called from his movilephone and nobody answered. Sighing he knew he'd be battling the throngsfor a taxi soon.He sauntered to the baggage claim got his bags and went outside to thetaxi stand.But instead he heard the car beeping and looked towards the sound to seethe yellow VW beetle that belonged to his roommate.He threw his bag in the back and jumped in."So glad you showed up man I mean the line for cabs--" he stoppedmid sentenced as he looked at.