We eventually got to his place; I was eager by then, almost hauling myself on top of him. “ Lot ’s of people have arrived” h... said, looking around at all the cars. “So what’s it for again?” I asked, feeling very curious. “It’s just a party” he said, looking at me. “Is that right?” I said, stepping forward and placing my hand on his chest. “Well, yeah” he said, walking up to the door. . Looking through the scope, I picked a target and fired. The rush I got watching the man’s head explode was difficult to describe. It was like I was living again, but at the same time it hurt and burned of anger. Not really aware of myself, I picked another soldier and shot him as he ran for cover. After that day, every enemy soldier I killed in battle was like some sort of atonement for the friend and companion that I had lost. When my years were up, and I was offered the choice to go home or. He was in his sixties and had been in the newspaper business for over fifty years.The publisher, Edith Finch, was the fourth generation publisher of the Star. The paper had been bought by a chain fifteen years before. But they kept her on as publisher. She grew up watching her father run the paper, and had been running it herself for over forty years.Ten minutes before the appointed time of one am, four black SUV's pulled up in front of the Star Building, in downtown San Antonio. Out of the. She had the figure of a woman in her early twenties. Eileen dressed in clothes than most teen-agers despised. She almost always wore smart dresses and stockings. When she walked in town with her father she often wore high heels. Her hair was kept long and it was obvious that she had professional instruction on the proper use of makeup. She was the apple of her father's eye and nothing was too good for her.On a hunch, Don started to investigate the first marriage of Byron Carbonet. He paid a few.