" he started before I backhanded him, the pistol barrel striking him in the face knocking him out the door.I sat on the bed and put my head between my... knees.It was very awkward at the police station. Yesterday I was part of the law enforcement fraternity. hile not an officer, I had put myself on the line and many of the 'real' undercover cops had given what I thought were overblown exaggerations of my exploits to help them in 'Operation Great White'.Also, there was the fact the county lock-up. The morning was great as one of Dewey's aunts, or pseudo moms, cooked us some special salmon in a blanket as they called it. It was time to load the boat and begin our trip to Hawaii after everyone was fed and the kitchen cleaned.It was before eight, still early in the morning pacific time, when we started the engines and began turning to leave the harbor area at Dewey's. We were waving at the woman who loved Dewey like a son as we motored out to the channel that led to the Pacific. The older. ...“Freddy! My man! After all these years, you're finally repaying me for that stunt in Miami?” His old business partner and long time friend, Cecil Murphy, greeted as he walked into the home. “Yes, I have a frigid bitch that needs some tutoring upstairs in the second bedroom on the left.” He replied, smirking. Cecil was ruthless and cruel, just as bad as Freddy if not worse. They had done great deeds together...or unspeakable ones, depending who you asked. “I left the video camera on in. A small house, an apple, a string of wooden beads, and of course, popcorn.I verified again that this person had been marked with a red check mark. Here? In Antarctica? At least she was already familiar with surviving the cold weather, so the move should not be too much of a challenge from that standpoint.I put the bag on the sofa and opened the bedroom door. I heard light breathing, very even and regular. The glow coming in through the window courtesy of the midnight sun set her alabaster skin.