. I hate driving in the dark ... but I did it.I emailed Smith, Hagerty, Olsen and Lynn and explained what had happened. Bill Hagerty called ... at 12:...0 past dark thirty.“What are you going to do?” Bill, my attorney ... my attorney? When did that happen? I guess ... Bill wanted to know what to do about the property.“Who is looking after it now?” I asked. This responsibility thing is ... is ... fuck!”“Charlie had a security company collecting rent and a handy-man agency looking after the. He certainly didn't look like himself. Well, he could still tell it washimself but not an 'himself' he never thought he'd see. Maybe he lookedlike his Mother but it wasn't like he had any real memories of her, andhis Dad had taken away all her pictures years ago.His completion was perfect, he couldn't see any sight of his threeo'clock shadow. His cheekbones were nice, defined without being toosharp. But his chin was too strong. And his eyebrow looked even morelike a guys with the eye. "Being and Nothingness" in French."You understand that?" she asked Vic."It's difficult. Barthes is such a lovely read, a real pleasure. Sartre may be difficult, at least this particular massive tome, but at least he tries to make sense unlike Foucault who seems to try not to. It's great for vocabulary as well." Is existentialism relevant to the postmodern?"Vic chuckled. "Aren't you something? I study philosophy. I needed to read the canon from Plato up until the present. It's the only way to. He's a cop. Ordinary beat cop." Ms. Adamsen gaveme a small smile as she nodded her head this time. I gave the rightanswer, no way any potential mafia bosses were gonna single out lowlyphotographer girl if her daddy was an ordinary beat cop."I see. Y'see, Ms. Adamsen, Ms. Harkins, where I grew up, every boy grewup to do the job his father had done, every girl grew up to do the jobher mother had done. Very old-fashioned and very traditional. When Idecided to branch out, turn Hammond Industries.