."There was no need to finish the sentence because we say Ms. Evans sitting next to Daddy on the couch as we rounded the corner into the living room."...sn't this cozy," I said, half to myself and half to Beth. "Happy Thanksgiving, Ms. Evans." Happy Thanksgiving, Jill. I was just telling John, I mean you father, that 'Ms. Evans' is a little too formal when I'm away from school. Feel free to call me Audrey." OK, Audrey. I assume you know Beth."They nodded at each other."Daddy, you remember my. “She can be a bit scary, can’t she?” commented Tony. He loved the way Kyle made him feel both wanted and loved.Kyle barked out a laugh, “You haven’t known her as long as I have. You have no idea just how scary that woman is. She just seems to know shit that no one else does.”“I’ve seen her walk through an engine room stop and tell whoever to shut something down and to check it for something or other. When they did, you would find she was correct, and if they had left it, something bad would. That is an official, documented log entry, Agent Patrick. As for his ‘accident’ in which he recklessly destroyed his rental vehicle, wrecked my county unit beyond repair, nearly ran myself and my deputy down, and injured himself so severely he crippled himself so he’s disabled for life? That accident? It was witnessed by myself, my deputy, and by three County employees who heard the uproar of Dougherty’s violent turns and high-speed entrance into the County parking lot.One of those witnesses. I looked at Bel and down at my fish. My stomach rumbled. I leaned down and sniffed my fish. Ok, maybe it was the change. It was something to think about, but later. I tore into my fish, and it was GOOD! Another thing you have to understand, this fish was huge! It would feed a family of four easily, for several days. Talk about your fish story!Thirty minutes later we were winging eastward again. I was beginning to wonder where we were going, when Bel again told me to observe. I watched, amazed,.