We were questioned, superficially in the parking lot. But the cops checked us out throughly. We were who and what we said we were and they let us go ...... No warnings about leaving town ... just go home ... you’re not getting in.“We have three days left on our contract,” Bobby told the DIC (Detective in charge.)The Police line tape was up ... CRIME SCENE DO NOT CROSS ... black printing on yellow plastic but our instruments were inside.“You might as well go home. Your paymaster is dead.”“All my. She hunched up, trying to shield her face, but could do very little with her arms behind her back. It didn’t even do any good to turn towards the wall, because the heat just reflected back at her face.He reached down and adjusted a setting on the machine, and at least the heat stopped increasing.“Turn toward me, sit down and spread your legs,” he ordered her. She did so. He reached through the bars of the cage and pulled her forward by her left ankle. He then proceeded to loop a rope through. ." Huh? Oh! No, not Mayoni. A girl I didn't know. She lost her balance on the ridgeline from the smoke, fell into the gorge... It's very sad..." What's the status of our ammo supply?" You fired everything you had, right?" Yeah, 5 mags with 2 full sets of reloads, 225 rounds." I fired about half that. We have 134 rounds left, enough to refill the clips and 14 extra. It's not much. The days of high-tech firepower existing on this world might be drawing to a close... Perhaps it's just as well.... That was where it ended for me.I spent at least two weekends a month in Branson, and arranged for at least one of my ladies to be with me in D.C. one more time a month. We kept ourselves quite busy while we were together. The magic hadn't worn off, and we wisely chose to avoid additional pregnancies, choosing stability over productivity.Rebecca continued to receive exceptional treatment for her bi-polar disorder and was doing very well. Her outlook was optimistic, and her behavior was level, so.