At the same time, I prepped an air-to-surface missile for launching and I went for a lock-on against the last launcher that had fired on me. As my rig...t engine started coughing and sputtering, I fired my missile and cursed the fact that I didn't have a weapons officer with me. Life would have been so much easier if all I had to do was fly the bird.My missile hit without any problems and my right engine turned over after a couple of tries. By then the air about me had started to clear and I. Milford puzzled me. Simone, though, seemed content to be quiet and I figured it was better to just do the same: sleeping dogs and all that. Consuela and Emanuel were standing in weatherproof parkas looking at his four-year-old 28-foot Bayliner sitting on a trailer. (He’d picked it up for only about a year’s salary!) It was clear it needed some maintenance, not just from the barnacles, but from a hole in the hull that was just above the waterline. I didn’t even want to ask how that had happened.. She had a good few missed calls to return and she knew she had to check her email but some part of her didn’t quite want the weekend to end. It had been such a departure from the usual. Life could wait.Her phone rang, startling her. Henry’s name lit up the screen and she hesitated for a split second, before picking it up.“Hey,” she said.“Hey,” She could hear voices in the background, people and traffic. Was he in the airport? Or on the way home?“Did you get my picture?” she asked cautiously.“I. Now, please, Mr. Setton..." and she held her hand out to the office."I'll be right back, " I thought to my girls, and stepped through.The officer was average height, maybe five-seven. However, the look in her brown eyes was stern, very cool. She had her hat off, her strawberry-blond hair pulled back in a tight, low bun. The uniform gave her a boyish figure but I could tell that was just due to the cut. There was a strong athletic woman wearing all that blue. My body understood that, too, and.