They pulled into Johns Springs just after dark, too late to try to find Otto Smedly. They got rooms in the hotel and ate supper in the hotel restauran...t. After the second cup of coffee, they decided to see what the night life of Johns Springs had to offer.The first saloon they visited was on a par with your average western tavern. The bar ran the length of one wall and had a mirror behind it so the bartender could keep an eye on the clientele while his back was turned. The rest of the barroom. I wondered idly if they'd hoped for an outdoor frolic in the snow to celebrate their wedding only to find they'd mistimed it. If so they didn't seem overly concerned about it, there was lots of touchy-feely byplay across the table as they ordered their own breakfast and they seemed happy as clams.Now where did that phrase come from, I wondered. Were clams really happy? Whether they were or not, how would anybody know? Why not happy as, oh, say a meadowlark? I didn't know anything about the. After checking at the hotel, Ana stayed there resting at our room and I made contact with some people from the company.Later I joined Ana and we went out to enjoy a walk and a light dinner.When we had finished, her cell phone rang. She answered smiling at me. It was Aaron, ready to get into action if Anita had not changed her mind. She told him to be at our room in fifteen minutes. After finishing the chat she grabbed my hand and put it behind the table, right inside between her legs. She was. Now, it was hard for her to process the fact that all these months it had been him on the other end of the computer. She felt sick, but she choked it back. She had to keep her head clear. It was their only chance against Clay Dodd. His grip tightened, then he pushed her aside and fumbled with his free hand in his jean pockets. He withdrew a set of keys and inserted one in the lock on her front door. He smiled at her when it turned and the loud click announced its opening. ‘Thank your crazy.