" It's all I have to give right now." I know. I love you. Talk to you soon."I called Doug, asked about the progress on my new condo in Orlando, and if...it would be ready for Christmas.He said, "It should be close. I told Paul not to make it a priority if he had others waiting to move in. If it isn't ready, you can always stay here." I may end up on your couch, although I should probably stay with my mom. She has plenty of room. I'm sure I could stay with my grandparents as well." You're always. " Then the answer is yes," I said. "I'll do my best for you." I am sure you will," she said in a tone that suggested I had better believe it. "See you at one." The phone went dead. I wondered briefly how much I could have gotten if I had an agent and negotiated a bit.I put the handset down, finished my coffee and called Bob Philips at the Post. He was not in so I got his voice mail and left him a message saying that I was taking the job as manager of the Nats and that I would be glad to give. There's not much out there but two of the world's biggest and nastiest deserts, but of course, the natives love it." So, what's this guy's complaint?" I think it's partly ethnic bigotry and partly religious bigotry coming off an economic base. Nasty combination, if you ask me." And, what does he want?" I'm going to try and find that out in this session."Pru turned to the com, set it to Voice Only and called the Batuk CID."What do you want?" responded the familiar voice. "Are you ready to agree. Clint looked Janie in the eye and gave a short nod. As if on cue, Janie called out “Oh look; what’s this under the bench. It looks like a satchel. I wonder what’s in it.”She held the satchel up, and the man made a grab for it. That was a mistake. He had moved forward, but was now looking cross-eyed at the barrel of her gun as he felt the light touch of the barrel on the end of his nose. He backed up like a wasp had stung him. His arms flew up, his eyes bugged out as he called for the Sheriff..