’ That was the legend on the front of the largest of the drummer’s drums and emblazoned across the T-shirts they wore under their leather jackets....Mary was running her hand idly up the leg of her colleague, the bass guitarist called Loo, as she spoke to me. “Harry’s looking good,” said Mary. “Oh?” “Fuck's sake Beth. You haven’t taken your eyes off her all evening. It could make a girl lose her self-confidence.” “You seem to have your hands full.” “Oh, Loo just likes being handled, don’t you. He came quietly once he made the decision to come along. He was cuffed and leaning against the car before my backup arrived. Webster had not been kidding when he said back up was a long way off.Most of my time was spent just riding down country roads looking for things that were out of place. With all that land mass, the bad guys could have hidden a small town, let alone a trailer selling Oxycodone. Still we had to look, either that or take up a hobby.I had been on the job about a month and was. ."Dave grinned. "We should totally do that this winter. Can your dad get me a job at one of these?" I think you're intentionally not paying attention. IT SUCKED most of the time. Hot, sweaty, noisy, boring and dirty work."Dave shrugged "You want to work on my dad's charter boat? You get to fish, and help people fish, and clean fish, and store fish and bring smelly guys yet another can of beer and f... i... s... h."Neil grinned back and made fishing motions and sounds. "Awesome. Fishing the. My fathers were pretty cool, actually. Mostly, we kids got to do what we wanted. Occasionally, we had to 'pay the cost' as Father put it. We always had to get good grades and behave ourselves and, every once in a while, we had to entertain some politician or buyer or something. Sing a song, paint a picture. I've done much worse things for much less reason. In Agra, Ryou-Sensei wasn't the first person I had thought wanted me for the night; in fact, he was the first time I was wrong about.