I pull over and the patrol car stops behind me. I look in my side mirror and see a dark blue uniform from the shoulders down to the knees. A slender...guy... that's good. Better than some fat-ass-donut-eating-pig. Before I know it, he's at my window and he has to wait while I press the down button. "Good evening, Officer", I say. WOW! I stare up into these steely blue eyes of this young cop. He's probably 5'11", about 28 years old, with short cropped dirty blonde hair. I gulp a little. . Er gab ihm aber auch zu verstehen, dass Deutschland etwas anders ist als Italien und er hier etwas feinere Methoden anwenden müsse.Paco legt auf. Der Druck seitens seines Onkels regte ihn nicht weiter auf. Er hatte nicht vor irgendwelche Gewalt anzuwenden. Er hatte subtilere Methoden, die mindestens genauso wirksam waren.Er schaute in seinen PC auf dem Schreibtisch. Er hatte die Liste seiner Kandidatinnen schon drin. Gewissenhaft bereitete er alle Informationen auf, an die er nicht nur durch. ." Upon gaining lucidity with his outer mind, Zax sense of smell suddenly picked an indistinct scent of unfathomable aroma. 'Where is it coming from?' He turned his head to look, but nothing was different in the surrounding since his awareness was sucked into the violet stone."WOW!" Zax could not hold in his bewilderment. The scent was too copious and pristine. It lingered in the air, yet it was unknown from where it was coming from, there was no trail to follow."Mmmm..." Beside him, Laivien. ”The map was a tracing of a general area map showing Burney in the center and the hills and valleys for 50 kilometers around or so. It had been traced in greater or lesser detail by successive artisans judging from the vintages of some of the inks used. Amelia pointed out the fields we had seen today and the fields she thought might be good for diversion seed crops to the west and around the hill a bit. “We normally raise barley and rye out there. The deer eat a lot but the fields are.