The Beast number two was on hand - it was now a fixture in the parking garage. The Secret Service had commandeered four bays and had block walls and g...rage doors installed. A dozen Secret Service Suburbans were in the line.The griping and complaining from the Secret Service had ended after our first visit to the inn, when they found out they were to eat steak, crab and lobster with us. It was just an East shore thing; I treated them as family.Marcy had rented the largest room at the inn. My. Instead, I apologised to the nurses for my outburst the day before, and convinced them to come back and tell me stories about my parents visiting the island when I was unconscious. I read the rest of the journal, spent time studying the portraits they’d left in my room, and giggled at the knitting attempts my mother had made – she was apparently good at other skills like embroidery, but couldn’t knit to save her life, though she tried every time she came to see me. Usually she’d give up in. ”“Carlo and Cindy had an accident with their car yesterday, Carlo broke his leg but Cindy’s fine.”“The car is totaled and guess what, so is my guitar that was still in their trunk.”“I was hoping to borrow one but no one is willing.”Vanessa looked like someone had just killed her kitten and Cam’s look wasn’t far off.“What kind of guitar do you play?”Josh asked with a grin.“A Fender Astro” Cam said and looked at Josh “why are you grinning?”“You can borrow mine if you like, it’s a Stratocaster. I’d love a ‘32. Thanks.”A stemmed crystal goblet brim-full of a bubbly light pink beverage appeared on the table.“No gulping,” said the ceiling. “How about you, Dave?”“Underage ... damnit.” I replied.“Not on Crossroads,” he giggled.“Wait ... Timma?” I asked Val.“Timma Anthropologist.”“That kid?”“I’m Forty ... remember,” she said. “Timma has several monographs published. She’s famous ... and just turned nineteen. Seriously ... her rescue was a masterstroke.”“It was a damned accident,” I.