Rachel knew she only had seven weeks at the most with exclusive rights to the dig, if they could keep it a secret. Johnny managed to go with her and M...ister Gamil on her forays into town by offering his services as an interpreter. Of course, he went armed, his pistol tucked into the waist band of his jeans and covered by a loose long-sleeved linen shirt. Johnny thought Rachael made an excellent potential kidnap-for-ransom candidate.On the second night that the dig site was idle he had a date. ”Jack complained, “It’s a damn good thing you made that bed better because last night it looked like a fucking train wreck.” I retrieved the quarter and determined it was time for me to tweak Jack’s nose a little, “Okay, I’m done with my bed, now it’s your turn.”Jack grumbled, “Like hell it is! I’m on bed rest so there’s no fucking way I need to make this bed.”I jumped because there was a knock on the door. I thought it might be another nurse then I heard, “This is Colonel Maggie, open the door. He placed his fish white hand on the girls shoulder and threw his head back to flip his hair from his eyes. Over his eye was a dent leading up into the hairline. Some might call it a Frankenstein crease. Button black eyes stared at him. (Grandpa telling him when he was a boy, ‘After a person has had a head injury, when they heal, their hair usually grows in white in that spot.’) A knife ripped from his stomach to his throat, he tried to vomit up the coffee. No use. He could not breathe and his. It had cost me, but a few pleasant words. And the promise of an autographed photograph, with a personal dedication, would be in the post the instant I got back to the UK. Not the sort of tactics I like to resort to, but needs must where the devil drives.For some time by then, I'd been attempting to distance myself from the music industry and its associated celebrity. Eventually the glitter wears off notoriety for most people, well for me anyway. Fame and fortune have their benefits, but for.