--------------------Dusty, scrapping the last of the beans out of the can and tossed itand the plastic spoon down the alley and asked, "Do you have an...yideas?" A weird one," replied Tracy. "We would need a decent chunk ofchange, a camera and a car." Not a problem," laughed Dusty. "What pipe dream do you have inmind?"Tracy reflected, "You know those black guys selling drugs on thesouthwest corner of the building?" Yeah," murmured Dusty warily."We need to get up onto the roof and watch them for. We aren't sure about anything yet," I informed him.I turned to Wilson. "How the fuck can we be so wrong, so often?" I asked."Sylvia, we did what we had to do in a case like that you followed the evidence. I'm just glad we didn't confront her," he said."Get your ass busy and find out where the money is coming from. We need to know before we clear her," I demanded. I sat on the deck drinking coffee and waiting for something to happen.First it was Nate's call. "Okay the person in her office at 3PM. Another is a microdress - very short I wear it with matchingpanties. I have two pairs for day-to-day wear; one on and one in the wash.The final two pairs have long sleeves for those cold winter mornings.You can guess which one I'd decided to wear - yes the microdress. In for apenny...Upstairs I took off the zebra dress and plain tights and put on a pair ofhold-up fishnet stockings. Stockings should not really be worn with thismaid's dress but sometimes needs must. I put on my white tutu. Sailboats and small fishing trawlers gliding in and out of the harbor created by the bend in the Beaufort River. And slow, gracious southern hospitality. So we were beyond mellow already when the call came through on my cell phone from Sal. Fiddler’s Delight had been sold, and the advance, at least in my mind, was astronomical. I was burbling my bonanza to Julie in unrestrained tones, when the waitress came by with our desserts. She had misheard what I was saying and said, ‘You needin’.