” “Are you quite sure?”I rubbed the front of my now zipped-and-buttoned-back-up jeans to assure Kerry that I'd return. “Who is it?” I said, ...ooking through the peephole. “Package for you to sign for, sir.” I unfastened the chain from the front door and opened it up. Funny. I've got a package for someone too, so let's make it quick, please. I showed my ID and signed for the package, promptly tossing it onto the dining room table nearby after I closed the door and the UPS man had walked away.. "The rest of the trip was spent singing along with the radio, joking with one another and telling funny stories.The joviality ended a few blocks from Carrie's house. I could understand her nervousness."How about we park a block or two away," I said. "No one will recognize it or think to look for you in my car. I'll walk down to the house and glance around. After I'm sure everything is OK I'll come back and get you."Carrie looked at me and smiled. The missing tooth still pissed me off and I. I figured I would rather deal with the disapproving looks than be accused of manufacturing evidence. Besides, it wasn’t as if I’d planned to do the deed with Dagmar when I set my smart phone on the mantel to ambush her. She was the one who started it.The biggest downside I could foresee would be if we went to trial and old Bullock was allowed to see it, which, of course, he would be. I’m sure he’d look for some way to make it an ethics violation and try to have me censured, maybe even. Their flight landed at Reykjavik and taxied to the gate. Isis was not fond of crowded areas, neither was Finn, so they were the last passengers to exit the plane. Unfortunately the ‘temporary stay’ in Iceland dragged on. Everybody had to spend the night in Reykjavik. By the time Isis and Finn reached the podium, the available hotel rooms had already been distributed and they were told they would have to spend the night in the airport lounge. They objected strongly but with no relief, not until.