Her high tinkling laugh drifted to me across the noise of the cafe as they shared some unknown joke. I felt a moment of envy for the man serving her. ...I wanted to have those green eyes flashing at me – to have that laugh responding to some comment of mine. Then I acknowledged the envy for the foolishness it was and let it fade away.I turned away and looked out the window when I saw her paying for her order. I could clearly see her reflection in the glass but this way she wouldn't see me staring. He went back to his room and came out five minutes later wearing a badge on his black leather vest, and sporting a brace of shiny Colts in a fancy fast draw holster rig. In that get up he looked anything but his normal accountant persona.When I made it to the Toro at a little after seven, the place was abuzz with the news of the arrest of Toliver down at the Nugget. According to most accounts, Toliver was with two of the hired guns that worked for Georgie Boy Howard. When the two men took. "They chatted for a few minutes while they finished their food, then Bridget helped Courtney with serving the dessert. When they were all eating, Matt looked over at Bridget. "Okay, you two, my curiosity is killing me. The full story. Why do we have a house guest? Not that I object," he quickly added, "but take pity on me; I'm just a man." Matt, I'll tell you her story later..." Courtney began, glaring at her husband."No. No. Matt certainly deserves to know," Bridget responded. Her dessert. It was too bad that we did not have F15, F16, F18, C5A, C17, or Cobra Attack choppers; there were plenty of pilots with a boat load of hours in them looking for jobs.To complicate Monday the SWAT team from Rochester was arriving. Ching Lee and her physical training group were anxious to get them on the training floor.The shoot don't shoot course had been changed to different silhouettes and sequences incase the first Rochester evaluation group had spilled the beans as to the set up when they.