Downstairs the young copper was knocking on the front door, the quiet night surrounding the little village with its thatched cottages and well tended ...gardens. The occasional drunk weaved their unsteady way home from the pub, the only disturbance in the quiet out of season southerly point of the Island. John’s cousin opened the door, expecting a possible customer asking if there was a room vacant for the night, only to find the young copper standing there, hat in hand. ‘Evening Sir, Sergeant. I lay in silence after that, listening without actually listening to Rick, liking the feel of the brush in my hair, and the timbre of his voice, and the silence of the house.I stayed still, with my eyes closed and my mind wandering, and perhaps I slept for a minute or two.Somehow, in any case, an idea slid quickly through my mind. A sex dream perhaps, whether I was actually asleep or not. One of those vaguely disturbing and unreasonably arousing scenarios that don't make sense, but still leave. However, if I'm not convinced do you promise to seek help with your problem?" Brace yourself." I said it quietly. I knew she wasn't convinced, but that was about to change. I also knew she was about to scream bloody murder.I sat down in the chair across from her as she sipped her tea waiting for me to fail to convince her. I focused on her eyes as I began to change into the predator that I normally keep hidden. I had only begun to change when her eyes told the story of what was going through. I didn't see where the one ahead went but he went somewhere without bothering Mr. Johnson. I don't think we took a single hit other than to Blake's car and Mr. Johnson didn't even slow down or seem to pay any attention to what was going on. The only problem that I saw with his continuing on was that we were not able to strip the Go-gangers of anything of value that they had. We are all avaricious by nature. Even beat up as they would now be those Hogs would have brought in a few thousand nuyen.