Mike grinned and said, "You're making Jed's month. He'd never had this much business from the city afore you showed up. Where're you finding so many p...or souls to kill?" I don't know where they're coming from. I wish I did. But blame this one on the good people of Sacramento—they're the ones who fired the fatal shots." Are you sure that you were the target? Bill told me about the affair, and he claimed that none of the shots were aimed at him." Yeah, I figure this must be more of the protection. ‘Is there anything we can do?’ ‘Well, I’m going to be staying here with Faith. If someone would feed Hershey…’ Bill explained the dog’s eating routine and told her the house was unlocked. ‘I’ll stop on my way home and pick her up. She can stay with us until Faith is better,’ accepting the responsibility without question. ‘The kids will love spoiling her.’ Patting his shoulder in passing, she left. Saint Lucy’s was an old hospital, the first building over two stories high in Franklinville. The. I looked again but he was gone and I didn't notice him again.Finally, celebrated and feted to a fare thee well, we pulled out of the minuscule Marina and motored out to deeper water. Grace was sobbing into my chest until the people on the dock were a dot against the background of the shore.She pulled away from me, dry eyed, grinned and said, "I didn't think we'd ever get away!"Piper was almost four and the kittens were two. They settled right in and slept.Far enough out, we said good bye to. They commented on the weaves, the Jeri curls, the fine looking mamas and most of all the bodacious asses that passed by. They were always courteous to elderly women and church going ladies. All others got the once over and usually more then one comment or offer except for one group. The fat gang as they called them. They were not cruel and did not make mean comments about them they just greeted them with silence. Except Shorty.Shorty liked big women. Not just big women but big fat women. None.