.. Carl." The owner's voice dripped with condescension.Carl had been reluctant to follow Page's suggestion regarding how he was to dress for the Expo,...but he was beginning to see her wisdom. Dressed as he was in a polo shirt and mall bought slacks, he did not have this man's respect. Carl slipped into the skin he had worn as an undercover cop and began to rapidly adapt to the environment.Carl had been shaking the thin man's hand carefully lest he hurt him. But now he increased the pressure of. On the floor, amongst a substantialcollection of footwear, was a long pair of boots I had not seen before.Knee length, in beautiful soft black leather, with a four-inch heel andnarrow toes. I unzipped the right boot: the lining was expensivelooking pink leather with black stitching. I shivered once more andhastily put it back into the wardrobe with its pair.After a quick wash and a change of shirt I went downstairs. Mother wasfinishing off a pan of pasta. I heard a cork pop as I entered. But it is hard to prove what these guysdid and when they did it. Sometimes a lock was picked, sometimes a windowlatch was jammed, that kind of thing. That's why this gang is still onthe loose."He took a deep breath. "But now they have gone too far! Assault with adeadly weapon, sexual assault, maybe rape. Now, here's the thing. Supposewe just charge them with assault or something, and the defense attorneyputs their poor old gray haired mommas on the stand saying how they arejust misunderstood. The old guy reminds me of Judge Charlie in a lot of ways. He’s spry, and if his body’s given in to eight decades of life, his mind is only sharpened.And in the living area of his home, he looks at Cindy and says, “You! My Johanna tells me about you and your flying. You will want to meet with Bjorn, am I correct?”“Yes sir. When it is the proper time. Family is more important than flying...”He smiled. “Johanna, she is like you. And yes, dear Cindy, family is first. That is why I sent you that.