There was a tall, rangy, scruffy, sloppily dressed man wearing two guns and with a bowie knife in a sheath along his backbone at his waist who was sur...ounded by admirers clamoring to be the next one to buy him a beer. If Red Eye McCall was in Carlsbad, this had to be him.There was no doubt when the man turned toward me far enough for me to see his face. Yes, there it was, the infamous red marble. It certainly made him look like a demon, incarnate. My stomach did an automatic flip-flop at the. “I’m holding Camden’s, Bambi’s, and Bart’s little twin brother and sister, Tee and Dee,” I said, pointing each person out as I mentioned them. “That is Corwin, Skylar, and Mary. I don’t have a clue how I know each of their languages fluently, but they are happy having someone other than Camden who can converse with them. Lastly, that is Elena. We are at one of her dad’s clothing-optional resorts over Spring Break when a lot of beyond rich people come to vacation together once a year.”Quietly,. He walked me to my bike, and I pulled him close and kissed him. He returned the kiss with eagerness and then broke it.“Billie-Joel, I’d love to fuck you, but I can’t risk it. Perhaps, when you turn 16. If you’re still interested, you are one sexy young woman, as I am sure you know,” he told me, and the look in his eyes said that he meant it.“Well, if you’ll be here next year, I turn 16 in August. That’s if you’ll have time for lil’ol me.”I smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek, put on my. One of the best things about that assignment was that I missed the fight at Germantown in the fog. Foster told me all about it in lurid detail during one of my visits to Valley Forge. That was the other thing I did not mind missing, that winter out there in the hills. While the Redcoats ate well, drank well and whored well, the Continentals froze their ballocks off and starved while being cussed at by a stout German. In my wanderings, I asked several times about a golden-haired Spanish girl.