“What insurance company did you say you were with?” she asked as we coasted to a stop under a large oak tree. I named the insurance company. “I...s this all you do, is safety inspections?” she asked, looking back at me over her shoulder. “Yep,” I replied. “you’re not from these parts, are you?” she asked. “Nope,” I replied, “I’m from Dallas.” “Ohhhh, I love Dallas!” she remarked. He put her hand on top of mine and pulled me in closer. “Hold on tight, cowboy,” she remarked, gunning the engine. We. When they were all together again they were so exhausted that they just fell asleep while the Pacific carried them to places unknown.For now our friends are sleeping or rather passed out. Nothing will happen to them while we are away.About 25 miles away, just beyond the horizon, there was a small island existing in the middle of a vast emptiness that is the area around Easter Island. This area is one of the most remote places on the planet.This little island did not have a name and was not. I guessed she might be from the Caribbean originally.“You ain’t a cop, right?” she said.“No, I am not, are you?” this is pretty standard conversation between a hooker and a “John” on the streets of New York.“Why don’t we walk together for a while” she said. “My name is Linda”.“Great idea Linda, I am Tony”.“What are you up to? A white boy like you in this part of town is trouble.” She half spoke and half laughed this last statement, making light of the situation. “I hope you want to have some. "How do I get this thing to open?"Sidney asked, beginning to get a little frustrated. Leaving the box onhis bed, Sidney got up and paced around his room, trying to distracthimself with something else.Once he'd relaxed more, he remembered that the guy who'd sold it to himhad said something about the carving being the clue. Going over andlooking at the twin peacocks again, Sidney started laughing. Twopeacocks with their necks wrapped around each other. "I've got it," heexclaimed, thinking.