Lestrade hated circuses. He thought that men in tights were probablydeviants, the women showing their legs were probably whores, and theclowns were pr...bably thieves hiding from the law in a colourful disguise.He hated the stink of animal droppings and the unwashed humanity. Hedespised the fakery around magicians and conjurors, and above all, heknew that the arrival of a circus meant a rise in pickpocketing, fightsin public houses and animal baiting. And mostly, he was right. Butmurder? Lestrade. He had to wonder why a 180-acre farm would need so much square footage for equipment. However, his sales commission overrode his mouth, and he stayed silent.Jim and the girls step into the oversized 'shed', and looked around. Their footsteps echoed off the walls as they walked across the extra thick concrete floor. The view inside was almost breathtaking. You could almost put a football field inside. Jim even remembered the tutoring he had done for the football team back when he was in college.. The pressures of the ending semester were beginning to add up and she knew that being one of the college's first female students to hold a doctorate in ancient cultural studies held high expectations by the administration. That's why she was running toward the anthropology and cultural sciences building. Today was the day that she would finally be able to touch the idol.Almost ten years ago, Doctor Graham Chapel brought a beautiful golden statue back from the Amazon that was ornately detailed,. I could smell another deal on the way and Catla was the girl to make it.There were other real benefits for me in the mix too. The herd stallion was solid black, not a white hair on him anywhere, and he was just as much horse as Red, if not even better. The lead mare was something else too, and I even spotted a band of donkeys with the biggest damned Jack leading them I'd ever seen. The place was better than a fucking Friday night horse auction.We left after a good look-see and headed back to.