There was maybe a ton or two of it there. It’s all gone.”“You should have kept it. It’s evidence,” Colonel Byrd said.He was wondering if the...man even understood what he had done. A ton or two of heroin? That was a lot of heroin. They had to have raided the main warehouse used by the cartel. The cartel was likely to strike back at them.“Evidence for what?” Sword Flavia asked.“The trials for when we catch the criminals.”“Criminals? What criminals?”“The members of the drug cartel.”“There won’t be. I don't want to be alone with him?" She bit her lower lip.Nick’s gaze flicked from her eyes to her lips as she ate, trying not to give away the things she was doing to him. "You never have to be alone with him again. But you don't mind being alone with me do you?" He took a sip of wine."Oh no! You're really nice; I like being with you," Amanda replied with innocent happiness.Nick leaned back drinking his wine. "What are you going to do with your commission?" Oh, buy books! Maybe I should get. ‘Yeah, I’ve only been her a couple times. Never saw you here before.’ she replied. ‘Well, I mostly work weeknights. Why, you would have noticed me before’? I was almost dying at the thought of this. ‘Definitely!’ she said with a coy smile. I was on dream street now, but realized I had other patrons to wait on. She told me she was with some friends, who were off being wild. She was just looking to relax, saying she had been running around all day in meetings with her agent, production companies. Tom used baseball language when advising David about investments. ‘Forget home runs to make up for losses, go for a lot of singles and doubles,’ he preached. ‘It’s a long season. You can lose a battle and still win the war.’ The strategy paid off handsomely. David later earned a degree in business management from a local two-year college and he parlayed that and a love of engines into a successful post-baseball career as a mechanic and a garage owner. He even penned a weekly column in the local.