I slapped her firm rump, and we got back to it.The girl's name was Kit, not Kitten or Kitty, I was told, just Kit, no matter what she claimed. She was...about five feet high and all curves and bulges, busting out of her clothes and not too careful about keeping corset strings tied or bubbies covered. She had a pug nose and grey-green eyes. She smiled at me and grabbed my arm and held it against her squirming body when we were introduced. She claimed she could ride anything and would be happy to. I want a full refund, or I'll put the word out that you and your organization can't be trusted."He's making this up for the money, Pete thought."What details does this so-called traitor know?" Pete said."He knows that we planned to lure my wife and daughter out of the estate where they're living so you could kill my wife and kidnap my daughter. He knows the ransom I'll pay for my daughter's release will actually be the second-half payment for the contracts."No way, Pete thought. I've told no. His hands trembled as he opened it. It began:My dearest Bertie,If you're reading this it's because I've gone to grow prize-winning flowers for the Angels. I know you didn't know, but I've been ill for quite some time now. And the way this old body of mine is feeling lately I think my time is getting nearer. In spite of what that old coot doctor of mine says.We haven't known each other very well, but you gave me the greatest night of my life. Whew! The greatest! For a whole week afterwards I. Déjà vu all over again... (and Yogi wouldn't say that for years.)This time she screamed, "Kidnapper!" first, and, "Rape!" second. Covering her bases ... like.The alleged kidnapper rapist went for his gun but Jean had him covered. She would have loved to say, "Go ahead, make my day." But Dirty Harry was years in the future, and that line hadn't been written yet.Instead, she said, "When your hand comes out from under your jacket it had better have a badge in it or you're a dead man. Think about.