"Notice all of the brocade on the sleeves; the master was probably retired from the ranks of the military, the real military." Why is this thief holdi...ng the master's jacket then?" Stefan was loath to step any closer.Gregor shook his head with mild disgust, "The stupid bastard loaded up his master's gold, and, I think, the lady's jewelry, and carried it out of the house in the jacket."Gregor kicked the dead man's arm and jingle of coins rang softy."Stupid fool," Gregor declared. "Where did he. She was about five-foot-seven and was not thin, but not fat either—I imagine that the appropriate description would be the start of a middle-aged figure. I guessed her age to be in the mid to late thirties.On impulse, I stepped into her path. She stopped and looked at me in confusion. I said, "I have a dinner reservation for one. I heard the maitre d' say there was no room for you. If you want, you can share my table."She looked into my eyes. Confusion gave way to understanding. She paused and. Dustan about jumped out of his skin. Standing outside of his car was a man dressed in rags. His pant legs were torn and his shirt was shredded to the point of almost falling off. He was bare foot and filthy from head to toe. The man was gasping for breath and trying to speak.“Help me please!” the man pleaded through the window glass. “We have to get away from this place! They are trying to kill me and they will kill you as well! Please!!!” The man balled up his fists while banging on the. Bobby and Gabriela sat up front with Miguel, our driver that he liked best. I heard them talking about restaurants and where most of the local folks ate seafood. I stayed out of it and let him handle it, so did all his moms.When we were dropped off the the entrance, Bobby made arrangements for him to pick us up in two hours.Kelly and Meghan made a mad race to the front again, as they always do, Meghan won this time. Sometimes I wonder if they don’t play a game, knowing who’s turn it is anyway.I.