Chapter 4

Reasonably flabbergasted ... she surprised me ... again. I mulled over the possible consequences. Her performance behind the wheel was careful, situational awareness was excellent. Even though we were the only people present, she looked both ways, set her emergency brake when opening doors ... and generally displayed all the earmarks of safe driving.

“Let me think on it,” I said.

Back at the base, she cooked up my favorite, Baked Italian spaghetti with grilled mild sausage, steamed garden grown vegetables, crusty garlic bread ... and chianti. I have a grape malady ... no wine for me. I made regular purchases of craft beers ... the meal was presented with a mild porter.

Replete ... I leaned back in my chair, sighed, wiped my lips, sipped the porter ... the staff cleared away and Gen pounced.

“Well?”

I knew what she wanted.

“Is it legal?” I asked.

“Chief Barnsley...”

We have a chief of police ... Barnsley coordinates with the local agency ... who ... by the way ... were fully cognizant of the change of ownership. They didn’t care for it ... until they were visited by the Alphabet Soup. We pay well and ... money, don’t you know.

So the locals patrol on a regular basis ... the Gibraltar cops rove and many of the area Deputies show up for the scenery ... in the spring, summer and fall ... our little community college is popular ... and cheap. The beach is clothing optional ... Canada is just accros the river and they don’t seem to care.