The only way to kill the business was to kill the customers and no one was ready for that yet. If it ever came to that cut the junk with rat poison. a...d tell them it was cut with rat poison. Those who weren't too far gone might find the strength to quit.Well, one of the rats was gone for sure. I had no idea who the cops were looking for but I thought it was a gay guy on a bike. I was within an half hour of County Seat when I realized I should be getting a birthday party ready. Not just any. For some unknown reason I also got turned on by the fashions of the day, women in long skirts and rounded collar blouses with platform sole shoes and boots. As it was the seventies men's fashions were similar and my Mother had bought me a new "Sunday Best" outfit consisting of a green rounded collar shirt, black wide flared trousers and a a pair of black platform Chelsea boots. I pretended not to really like them, and I tended to wear jeans and T shirts most of the time, but I would wear them. Jodi and I can do interrogations while the girls are in school and Sue, Carla, and Raven can help when they get home and finish their homework. Do we need additional security?” Matt asked.“If you don’t mind, we’ll send about twenty more men to help with security, as well as food and people to cook for them. We’ll send several interrogators to help, too, letting you get the prisoners started talking before the interrogators take over. We can send tents and a portable kitchen if you want,” he. The constant drumming of the late summer rain on the metal roof of their RV combined with the frequent lightning and thunder were keeping her awake. The tight sleeping conditions didn’t help. The convertible kitchen bed was barely queen size. She and John were crammed into its tight confines.She glanced at the curtain that separated the driving cab from the rear. Sam grabbed a sleeping bag and sacked out between the captain’s chairs.John had been unusually tired. She sighed. They were both.