I knew that as well. I had a bit of flashback from that Sunday night brush with severe legal wrangling if not outright death itself."What if you'd liv...d and Girl was killed?" I'd not considered that possibility until this moment."How 'bout you dying and Girl living?" Cully, don't leave me here."Why did I keep pondering her words from our wedding night?"Christ, I pray it's not a harbinger." Me too."And then I answered myself:"Because it's germane to what happened and what almost happened. You've. Then a slight movement in the audience cleared my view, the woman was kneeling on the passenger seat, hanging onto the back of the seat for dear life as her man knelt and rocked his body against hers, thrusting hard, his head back, and unmistakably looking out, watching the men watching him with the woman.I slipped off my shoes, now was the time to go, they would not notice me as they couple built up to a climax, almost reluctantly I slipped out of the shelter and the gravel pricked my soles. All she had to do was rig some of the equipment to transmit a shock to his ungloved hand and he was “toast” to the Homicide squad happy to take him off the board and off their mind as well.One young rookie suspected foul play but he was shouted down by a trio of veteran detectives that knew the name of the game was the numbers and that they had to keep their results above the fifty percent solved level or they would be reassigned to desk duty or the dreaded “evidence locker”. It was rumored. Get in here and take care of these lunch dishes.”“Yes ma’am,” Emily Elizabeth says, dropping her head. She steals a glance at the washing barn, hoping Blackie hasn’t been washed yet.After her parent leave, she whips through the dishes—washing, drying and putting them away. She rushes to the barn and finds Rick. He is washing a mare, one of the newer ones. “Hey,” she says. “I’m here to help.”Rick looks her over, but it isn’t quick like the other hands usually do. This one is more lingering than.