Breaking news interrupted my Seinfield rerun to inform the entire coast that Marcus Sandoval, Jr. had died in a car accident. He was 33, owner and pre...sident of one of the fastest growing companies of new computer technology. But most importantly, he was the son and heir apparent of Marcus Sandoval, Sr., leader of the biggest and most lucrative drug and crime organization in the western part of the United States. I walked into Jonathan’s house with my hand touching the butt of my gun. It wasn’t. We wouldn't have a hope of finding each other here.Somehow passing the halfway point increased the feeling of helplessness, and we pushed ourselves along as much as possible, still quiet apart from our rasping breaths, and slamming hearts.The end of the tunnel seemed impossibly far away now, and we seemed to be getting no closer when we both felt rather than heard a rumble beneath our feet. I wasn't sure for a start, but Fiona grasped immediately what it was. My assumptions had been incorrect.. I don’t think you have been since the day Jack left. If he had loved you even a little bit, he never would have abandoned you like he did. He probably had a girlfriend.”“No! Jack would never cheat! He’s not that way,” was Laura’s immediate response.Laura’s quick and vehement response surprised her mother. Her daughter still defended the man who had packed up and left her in the middle of the night. How could she? Why would she? Laura had insisted they had not argued prior to Jack leaving, but. We’ll see.Pilar: “Oscar Levant said, ‘I’m not sure they’re using subliminal advertising’...”Walker: “But yesterday I went out and bought a tractor.”Harold called. My new bestie.“Come check out my new crib, Winter. My financial ad viser say, buy it.”I knew Harold would drop a lot of ‘financial advisor’ references into a lot of KC pimp conversations. Well, let him enjoy his newfound status. Gertie wouldn’t mind, would probably be amused. Maybe it’ll become a new business subcategory for her..