"Wilson, I'm not sure what county I'm in but figure it out and call the Sheriff. Tell him I'm sitting in the driveway of the guy involved in the hit a... run thirty minutes ago and he might want to get a car over her before he leaves.Before the deputy could get to the scene, the dickhead came out of his house. "What are you doing in my drive way?" he asked."Oh I'm here to make sure you don't go anywhere before the Sheriff gets here," I said."You called the sheriff?" he asked."You should be glad I. It was a lot more fun with Gary than all alone, so I finally put the binoculars back in the dining room and looked at some of the bird books, hoping they'd enlighten me. They didn't.At about noon, we dropped anchor off Oahu, within sight of Honolulu. Gary said we'd normally have stopped on Kauai for diesel and birdwatching, but we were stopping in Honolulu because I needed a passport for Fiji.It took hours for the customs and immigrations people to give us the okay. They sent an inspection team. “Keep pressure on the wound until it stops bleeding.” I obeyed without question.Her ample chest heaved as she took a deep breath. “We need to talk…” Her eyelids fluttered, and a pained expression flashed across her alabaster skin. “It’s, it’s my husband.” It always was. “He’s come back to haunt me.” She paused and drew a black lace handkerchief from her pocket. “I need you to stop him…Give him peace.” Her baby blues flooded, and I dived headlong in. Dabbing gently, and careful not to. "Spirits, this is getting ridiculous! He said as he finished his look."Kinda dashing looking, if you ask me." Alianna said."Everybody loves a man in uniform." Came trunk from ahead of us."Its okay sweetie." Alianna said. "Maybe we can get you a shoulder patch, or some epaulets if it'll make you feel better." Did I mention that I'm a Count?" Trunk replied.Okay, the two of them seemed fine. Nobody died this time. As soon as I thought that, I realized I didn't know where Master Jo was."Where's.