”“Then tell me why a policeman of your acquaintance has been making enquiries of my department about James Fitzgerald?”“Well of course Sergean... Phillips is making these enquiries. He told me he was going to widen the scope of his search for the missing Ferguson and Aitchison family members. I had no idea what sources he was going to consult.”“You claim you didn’t tell him anything? I find that hard to believe.”“You mean you don’t think our British policemen know how to do their jobs? I find. I was trying tosurprise my Dad and thought he lived in this one," Jennifer said as shelooked closely at me, and then it dawned on her who I was! "Daddy?" she asked with a questioning look that was slowly turning intoa smile. I just stood there with my mouth open, my face red, not knowinghow to respond. I heard another voice coming from down the hall,"Jennifer is that the right apartment?" asked another female voice thatwas getting louder as she approached my front door. Jennifer turned fromme. If you cankeep that upbeat rhythm, we could take you above and beyond even GordonRamsay's programs." Oh, heck. We could have Gordon, Rachael Ray, Martha Stewart...futurehouseguests for sure!" Camille noted."Does...this meannnn...?" Pam wondered aloud."Oh, your future is set, honey," Camille assured. "If you want the job,it's yours."Nigel was the only one who looked skeptical in any way. "I still say sheneeds..." YES! YES! We're gonna fix that! Don't worry! Shit!" Shelly. And my friends wouldn’t be pleased to lose the aircraft, though I dare say they’d be more worried for me than that. I followed.Nervously, pulse racing and thudding in my ears, I stayed behind as we lost height. Would I end the same way as Grandad? Perhaps I’d have a little more warning and the Ranger’s manoeuvrability would get me out of trouble.Suddenly, a tree loomed ahead and below, then a windsock, and a grass strip.I cut the throttle and eased my aircraft onto the ground, stopping well.