He glances into the living room, to find the girl, vulnerable, resting on the couch. His job would be even easier than he thought. He gently walks beh...ind the girl and swiftly pins her head against the couch's back with his hand, muffling any attempts at a call for help, at the same time. Eve's eyes shot wide opened! She starts screaming, but little sound escapes. She flails her arms and legs, but the man's grip is strong. She feels a sharp stink on the side of her neck, and collapses. ”“As your shoulder attests, ” Clayton said.“Well, yeah, ” I said. “Liz is the only drill sergeant we need.”“Hey!” Liz interjected. “I’m not that bad.”“I don’t think he meant it as an insult, ” Clayton said. “The drill sergeant is the top of the organizational chart. He sets the goals and expectations of the group. He gives the orders.”“That is exactly how I meant it, ” I said. “We aren’t bringing in somebody to take over Liz’s organization. We’re bringing in somebody to make sure that the four. Smart. I met him at an FBI profiling session.”Mr. Kowlinski remembered Daddy. Most people on both sides of the law do.“I’m retired now, hon, but I still know a few people. How is Dave, anyway? Still taking kickbacks?”“As many as he can grab. He wants to retire to a golf course.”Artie snorted. Daddy will never retire.Rebecca Montgomery called me, concern but not panic in her voice, “Mindy thinks she saw the leader of that cult. In the parking lot.”The Creed of the Brethren. The Leader, Viola. All the boys know is they're out there on the field, running and having a good time. A goal is just that: a goal to aim for. Scoring gives them a good feeling right then at the time, but by the time they restart the game afterwards, they've practically forgotten about it. In a couple of years, it might start to matter to them, but for right now, it's just one more thing for them to worry about. And I'm all for giving them less to worry about. I'm happier when they execute a good pass, or can.