"That old Dragoon she has is worth thousands of dollars. It's one of the styles that was converted to use cartridges instead of black powder. Tell her... if she ever decides to sell it to think of me first, will you? Now, come on to the back and look at what I have to offer. Since you're almost family, I will give you a good price on anything you pick out."I followed him to another area that held an indoor shooting range. The place was huge and looked to have at least fifty firing stalls. In front. But I’d never been good at hiding things, at lying. Guilt poured out of me like blood from an open wound and Jack knew me so well. ‘Charles. And Charli…’ Paul sighed. ‘…Beautiful as ever.’ ‘Hello Paul.’ A man’s voice said, ‘Hi Angela…’ ‘Hi Paul.’ There was a woman’s voice, and the sound of heels on the cold tiled floor. ‘…meeting out here tonight?’ The man chuckled and I felt him closer as Angela let go of me, rising to give the man a hug and accept a kiss on the cheek. ‘You remember Lisa?’ The. ‘Thanks for the help up!’ I hollered after him, because I’m a smart ass by nature and couldn’t help it. ‘Jack ass,’ I managed to mutter under my breath rather than holler that too. A hand swung in front of my face and its owner helped pull me up. The biology girl looked at me with a mix of shock, admiration, and frustration. She shook her head and told me to follow her. So I walked behind her to a table, because honestly, where else was I going to go. As I sat down, she introduced me to her. The main office would be closed. I no longer felt that we could operate at a reduced level on the holidays. A third of the students were staying in the dorms over the holiday. Party central atmosphere was in the air. In fact the student union had several events planned to give them something to do.A Greek festival and toga night was planned for Friday night. For Saturday the big maintenance storage shed had been emptied and eight inches of sand had been spread in the middle to set up a beach.