"How's Juanita?" Carr asked, eyes still following the soaring carrion eater."She's got a fighting chance." Junior replied. "Shelley was able to stitch...up the artery, and if it holds, and no infection sets in, she might make it. She lost a lot of blood, and I'm surprised she's still alive. If she makes it through the next 24 hours, I'd say she'll be alright."Carr nodded, eyes still sweeping the yard and road, alert to any movement. "I saw an old John Deere backhoe out behind the barn earlier. If. . I felt pretty guilty about it, but I couldn't do anything about the thoughts. So I've just been gritting my teeth and trying not to do anything stupid." Mm," she whispered. "So... hypothetically of course, what stupid things do you want to do to me?" You sure you want to go there, Anna?" Talking is not doing, Joey. I'm not going to tattle, and neither are you. Plus... these things are best in the open. And they make for entertainment for me. And for you, I suspect." Well, then..." I murmured.. Thistle is, I think, about 90' long, so her "hull speed", her theoretical maximum is about 13knots. Eirene's is about 8.4knots. The digression is because Jenni was fascinated by Thistle, and I might have pursued her. As it was, I had to make a choice. There was no point heading for the Deben; I wasn't going to cross the bar (the shallow area at the mouth of the estuary) until the half-flood, which would be about 8pm. We could put in to the "halfpenny pier" (or, if you like, the "ha'penny pier"). The smell of sex was lingering in the air. As it turns out, they had broken multiple laws. Margot and this young officer didn’t exactly speak the same language, but as near as Jay could tell, they were looking at speeding, reckless endangerment, public exposure, and not having some sort of highway sticker for passage on Slovenian highways of all things. Margot was a little concerned as the officer had taken both their passports back to his vehicle to run a check. She had heard stories where.