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Cape Ann Massachusetts is an ideal body of water for fishing (both pleasure and commercial). The vicious wind coming off the North Atlantic is subdued on the waters of the Cape. Historical structures line the shore is observable by Cape travelers. Fishermen returning from the high seas find the sight of the land structures beautiful and relaxing. The same can be said for tourists who are treated to tours along one or both shores by operators stationed in Gloucester, at the North end of the Cape.

One of the rather large homes along the East shoreline is that of Jean and Willi Harmon and their two c***dren. Jean Harmon inherited the home as the 4th descendent of the original owner -- a fishing mogul -- as a single woman in college. She met and later married Willi Harmon while a junior in College 12 Years ago. Pregnant in her senior year, Willi and Jean had a large conventional church wedding immediately after graduation. The first c***d was a source of joy to both but afterwards the joy died an agonizing death for both of them.

A health and workout enthusiast, Jean did not believe in artificial birth control and began forcing Willi to ejaculate on her rather than in her when having sex. Her husband didn't like this but he did not challenge Jean's beliefs on this or anything else. In public she was labeled a nice looking, 'stacked' woman by those she encountered, who wore stylish but expensive and long lasting clothes.

Willi Harmon crewed on several fishing vessels when he was ask, which was often. He spent as much as a week away from home preparing, fishing, and debriefing on return to port in Gloucester. He could have been a hockey player but had little interest in organized sports. His love was classic cars for which he roamed the world to find old heaps, refurbish them, and then auction them. His degree was in Marine Science but he found that the good money and the open sea were more appealing than being a researcher, even though the work was brutally hard and physically challenging -- working long hours constantly on deck in the cold, wet wind on the North Atlantic is not for everyone.

Jean took over as CEO of her family business 5 years ago, when her father died of Alzheimer's. By this time she was an accomplished pilot of their 4-seater single engine prop plane, and had been working in the family business since before college. The family owned and ran a holding company with fishing related assets in 5 cities along the Northern Atlantic. When she was named the CEO she began making trips to the cities where their interests were in the company airplane, with the local manager meeting her at the general aviation airports to which she flew. She also worked with vendors of parts and supplies all over the country for the company commissary.

In short, Jean was a work-a-holic. She was in a job bigger than she was and knew it. Her workdays were often 18 hours long.

On this beautiful Friday morning of June 6, 2013, Jean and Willi were sitting at the breakfast table, chatting and enjoying a bowl of fruit before the cook would soon bring their breakfast. The two Harmon c***dren came bounding into the dining room and hugged both their Mom and Dad, and were followed by their live in Nanny. She almost always joined them at the table when the c***dren had their meals there. Any stranger could have guessed that both parents and the Nanny loved the c***dren immensely.

Maggie was a very black woman, hard as steel who was a roommate of and who befriended Jean Harmon when both were in College - she later earned a social work degree on scholarship, unlike Jean who was a business major. She joined the Harmon household at Jean's request to help shortly after both graduated to help with Jean's ailing father. She remained employed by the Harmon's ever since and lived in a servants quarters Apartment on the large residential estate.

After lots of chatter, and a little eating, Maggie spoke up and said, "Hurry c***dren, we mustn't be late for the summer camp school bus again." The excited 12 and 8 year olds kissed their parents and hurried out the dining room door with Maggie running behind them.

The cook refreshed their coffee and the husband and wife relaxed and talked calmly after the storm of having their c***dren at the table was over.

At a moment when the room was silent, Jean grimaced and said quietly to Willi, "My Lover arrives at Logan Express tomorrow. You are scheduled to be back from your coming trip On Thursday. That means I want be here when you get home. I will stay with him until he has completed his business and drive him back to Logan Express for his flight to the West. I will guess that we should see each other in about a week or less. As usual, don't call or text me, and my secretary will contact me if there is an emergency."

Willi suddenly had indigestion and depression as he always did when she made these announcements. But he remained silent in his usual acceptance of her plans. His thoughts raced back to when their second c***d was born eight years ago. The visitors who glanced at the infant knew that a Swedish descent father with blue eyes could not father a Hispanic c***d with tanned skin and thick black hair -- a paternity test was not necessary.

When the new baby was a month old, Maggie had brought her into the dining room in a carrier along with their 4 year old so that Jean and Willi could kiss the baby and the c***d goodbye. After the c***dren left, Jean said to Willie, "I didn't tell you I had a lover before I gave birth to Kitty because the probability was that you were the father. But now everyone knows you were not the sperm donor."

Continuing after a pause where Willi remained silent, she said, "Having said that, He will be flying into Boston about 4 times yearly for his business and his stay is usually about 4 -6 days on each trip. I realize I should have told you this earlier and I am sorry. I will meet and stay with him each time he comes to town. Having said that I certainly understand you might want a divorce -- I will certainly grant a no fault divorce with joint custody of the c***dren. Also I offer a generous settlement to reorganize your life locally -- but I would prefer that we stay married and you live in this house. I hope you will consider accepting my lifestyle and continue to love my c***dren. But if we divorce and you resettle locally until my c***dren leave home for college that will also work. Danny is very attached to you and I am sure Kitty will become so as well. The k**s need a father and you are perfect in that role. Think over your options, Willi, today and let me know what you decide in the morning at breakfast. I will be leaving shortly afterwards. Will you do that?"

"Yes."

The remainder of the breakfast found Willi crying, depressed, and angry -- which he promptly suppressed. He walked over to Maggie's - his good friend's apartment and had a seat to wait for her. About an hour later Maggie came into her quarters carrying Kitty in a portable bassinet sound asleep while leading Danny by the hand. When she saw Willi crying, she started crying herself. Not saying anything at first, she handed Willi a cup of tea while Danny worked in his Activity Book and said, "Jean must have told you about her fly-by lover, as the father of Kitty. What did you two decide?"

Rather than answer her question, he asked, "How long has this been going on, Maggie?"

She paused and then replied, "She had one fling right after another before she met you in college which you knew about when you married her -- in fact, many guys hit on her because she was rich, pretty and a known slut. About the start of her third year, her father got sick and must have given her a good talk because after that her grades went up and she started saying 'no' when her phone rang -- remember I was her roommate. The suitors finally stopped calling, and then she serendipitously met you -- the perfect gentleman that she certainly didn't deserve. My suspicion is that one of the Hispanics she partied with before you met her is the one who fathered Kitty and continues to see Jean periodically. But then I don't know. I do know that Jean certainly would not tolerate a casual lover."

Willi blew his nose and replied, " She wants to cuckold me 3 or 4 times per year when her lover comes to this area on business. Or, she will give me a generous no fault divorce if I settle close by and remain a father to her c***dren. She wants an answer by tomorrow morning at breakfast and I am not very rational today."

Now crying profusely, Maggie said, "What a decision for a man to make in 24 hours! Which way are you leaning? Could you actually stay away from Danny -- and now Kitty as well - for just weekend visits? I think not."

Willi cried, "The only problem I have is that I very much love Jean, even though it's unrequited, as well as our c***dren. I am hoping that someday she will say 'adios' to him. Couple that with the fact that I love working on my classic cars in her garages and the stylish clothes I wear socially, and the healthy food I eat here. I couldn't do that if I moved out. You know, Maggie, I find myself more and more wanting to get to sea away from all of this."

Maggie replied, "I love these c***dren and feel a pain right here knowing what a fucked up world they must grow up in. Moreover, I know women. Willi! She want stop this fly-by fling even if she makes up her mind to do it. She already promised her priest but she hasn't stopped. So I would rule that out, and focus on deciding whether or not you will be a willing cuckold or a divorced parent. "

Suddenly after hearing Maggie's counsel he began feeling much better he made his decision and started to relax. Maggie noticed his raised, tensed up shoulders going down and his deep breathing again, and smiled. "You obviously have decided, haven't you?"

End of Part One

"Yes," as he stood to leave and then Maggie stood and walked him to the door. Willie turned around and grabbed Maggie and held her close to him for support. He said, "Please take good care of my c***dren, Maggie." He broke contact and went to the garage to work on his car feeling much better. All day he kept thinking about some way to influence his wife to change her ways, but could come up with nothing. He focused on that rather than his deflated ego and soon found himself unable to take his mind off of her as he slowly machined car parts.

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At the breakfast table the next morning, Jean asked, "What did you decide, Willi?"

"I want to stay your legal husband and just move into another bedroom. Would you mind?"

"No, of course not. That is certainly the best option for the c***dren and a good one for you. Thanks."

During the next four years they slept in separate bedrooms but never copulated. When Jean traveled, Willi soon no longer wondered if it was a business or a pleasure trip with her lover. A few times Jean knocked on his door but he always refused. His own social life was revved up now. Every single woman with a c***d in North East Mass considered Willi a prize catch. But he never agreed to a committed relationship with any of them.

On this beautiful morning of June 7, 2013 he was in a pretty good mood while driving to the pier. Willi thought how things might have been but wasn't. But life was good, his c***dren loved him, he loved the sea and the challenges of being a fisherman in the north Atlantic, and he had fought to contain his male ego for four years now and out loud he said to no one, 'Victory!' He always follows one of those outbursts with a silent prayer that Jean would someday love him again -- or really fall in love with him for the first time, whatever the case may be. He parked in a long-term lot and checked in at the dock, only to find that the skipper was the only one who had shown up so far. So the two of them started preparing for the coming trip that would commence in less than 24 hours awaiting more crew.

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A Six O'clock news local TV story on Saturday June 7th 2013 with footage showing behind the anchors in front, said: "The body of a Hispanic male was found in a room of the Holiday Inn in Peabody this morning. The CSI unit could not identify the victim but said he was a 30ish male Hispanic, well dressed and had an athletic build. Immediately the authorities examined the lobby and parking lot security tapes. The body was not that of another Hispanic Man and a Caucasian Woman who had checked into the room under false names that morning where the victim was found. Authorities assume the victim must have visited the hotel guests some times right after they checked in. Authorities are asking the public who can positively identify either of the following people to call the number on the bottom of the screen. Another story we are following tonight is....."

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Maggie Lenoir was relaxing in the Harmon's den while the Kitty and Danny played. She was watching the 6:00 O'clock news when Jean Harmon's picture flashed on the screen. She hurriedly jotted down the phone number. Later after both c***dren were tucked into bed and kissed goodnight, she called the number on the Harmon house phone and received a recorded message: 'If you can identify either of the three individuals shown on tonight's news please state your full name and phone number and someone will return your call on the next business day.'

Maggie spoke slowly into the phone, "The woman on the news piece is named Jean Harmon. My name is Maggie Lenoir and I am employed by the Harmon's as a live in Nanny for their two c***dren. Both the mother and father are out of town and I am staying with the c***dren in their absence." She finished by stating the Harmon residence phone number twice.

The phone rang on Monday morning about 10:30 and was answered by the housekeeper, who transferred the call to Maggie in her quarters. "This is Maggie."

"Ms Lenoir, my name is Jenny Young with the State Police, are you the person who made the identification call last night following a news story on the 6 O'clock news?"

"Yes."

"Has Ms Harmon called you since then?"

"No," Maggie replied, "She often takes extended trips and doesn't call while she is away."

"When will she be coming home?"

"Either Saturday evening late or Sunday morning early in the day as she might go to a social outing in Boston Saturday night. She didn't know for sure. She has an 8 and 12 year old and sometimes she calls them while away from home. If she calls this time I will ask her to call you."

"Thanks. Would you mind if one of our investigators stopped by Tuesday to ask you some more questions, say about 9:00

A.M.? "

"I don't mind." The conversation was ended after Maggie gave the street address of the residence.

On Tuesday morning the housekeeper opened the front door after the bell had rung. An unkempt man presented his badge and said, "Detective Pasquariello to see Ms. Lenoir. She is expecting me."

He was ushered in and shown to a comfortable living room and soon had a cup of tea in his hand that the housekeeper had brought him. He sat looking at a very large wedding portrait and concluded that the bride was unmistakably the lady guest of interest to them in the Holiday Inn Peabody crime scene Saturday.

Maggie came in and shook his hand and then sat in a chair opposite him. She spoke first saying, "Jean hasn't called yet."

Mark said, "Would you look carefully at these two pictures and see if you recognize either of them?"

After examining them in bright light, Maggie shook her head and said, "I never have seen them." Then she called three other members of the house staff to have a look, and they all reported negative.

Maggie continued, "These guys look like business people so you might contact Jean's secretary. Let me give you her card."

She returned in a moment with Jean's card and had written 'Kathryn Grassley' on the back.

Mark Pasquariello thanked her and left after again asking her to call him or Jenny Young at the number on his card if she hears from Ms Harmon.

A half hour later he was sitting across the desk of Kathryn Grassley in the TransOcean Services Corporation headquarters, 15 minutes from the Harmon home.

Mark asked, "When was the last time you communicated with Ms Harmon?"

The secretary replied, " She left me a voice mail Saturday that said..., here, I will play it for you." She then looked at a voice mails on her cell phone and said, "Here it is: 'Kathy, I am taking this week off so tell Frank I will be gone and he should be ready to put out any fires. I should return to work on Monday the 16th. If there is an urgent need to contact me, call me on the emergency number I gave you way back. I have that phone with me and its charged and turned on.'

Mark asked, "Would you give me that number so I might call her. She is a person of interest in a murder investigation in Peabody and I would like to ask her some questions?"

"I caught part of that newscast Saturday evening and the photo shown looked a lot like Ms Harmon." She then checked her cell phone Contact List and then read the number off twice to the detective.

"One more question is, do you recognize either of these people as vendors or customers of your company?"

"Pointing to the hotel guest she said, this one looks vaguely familiar. I believe he has been in this office visiting Jean at least once, but I cannot be sure. We rarely have Hispanic visitors so I remember most of them. I will think about it more and call you if successful."

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State Police often contract private detectives for stake out work that all staff tried to avoid. This time they chose one named Sidney Riley.

In Logan's Terminal E, Sidney Riley, Contract Private Investigator, took a seat in the waiting area outside of the immigrations door. The waiting room was crowded with loved ones awaiting the return of foreign travelers. Since he was watching the landings of Jet Blue international from Caribbean origins on his iPad, he knew exactly when to carefully watch the incoming faces very carefully. This left him with much of the day to chat with others or read, and at one point gave him a break to have dinner.

At 8:37 P.M. Riley was very close to the immigration exit door examining each face coming through. He saw an exhausted Jean Harmon pulling a roller type suitcase behind her. She had no make up on and her eyes looked red.

Riley fell in and walked behind her and said, "Ms Jean Harmon?"

She stopped and turned around and said, "How do you know who I am?"

Riley handed her a card in one hand and showed his license in the other while he said, "State Police hired me to ask you some questions about you and Mr. Manuel Jesus Rodriguez. You are both persons of interest to them relating to a body found in your guest room at the Holiday Inn Peabody last Saturday morning."

Riley thought he was going to need to hold her to prevent her from falling in a faint. In a moment she asked, "How do you know my name and Manny's name? Who are you?" For the first time she looked carefully at the detective.

"This is not the time to talk about that, but may we sit down and talk? It's important to you. You can either talk to me here or to the Police in headquarters later. "

With a resigned look that her whole world had crashed on her, she said, "I need the ladies room and then I will talk to you. I don't have much time because my Logan Express bus leaves in 20 minutes."

Riley said, "I will find us a seat in that coffee shop over there and will even watch your suitcase if you like."

"That's nice of you. Thanks."

In short order she spotted him sitting at a table and took the opposite seat. This time she was cleaned up and had combed her hair. She then profusely thanked him for the tea he had set in front of her.

"My first question, Ms Harmon, was Manny on your flight?"

"No. He went to San Antonio and we planned to see each other again in about 3 months."

"Did you know who the visitor was who came to your and Manny's room?"

"I hadn't known him but Manny introduced him as Sergio Santos, a business associate, from New Jersey. "

"As such, you have no reason to poison Mr. Santos with Arsenic Oxide, what about Manny? Will you describe the tone of their conversations with each other?"

"It was all in Spanish but jovial for the most part. Both are Mexican produce importers and mostly they talked business apparently. Lots of dollar figures were stated by both gentlemen. We three had a drink and a few laughs in English. Finally, Santos still in English asked Manny. 'When will I get my money for the last shipment?' At that point Manny asked me to take a walk, but I just took a shower instead. When I came back out, Santos had grown quiet but I heard Manny say to him 'we are going to the airport. You just make yourself at home until you feel better. The room was paid in advance.'"

Back in the present she looked at her watch and said excitedly, "I will miss my bus and must leave now!"

"May I drive you to your car in my SUV parked in Central Parking?"

"That would be so nice of you. Can we leave now?"

"Yes, I will go to the men's room and be right with you.

End of Part 2

Once they were driving north on I-93, Riley said, "We know the details of your travels via The continuous location of the emergency phone number you left your secretary identified Manny. We knew your turned it off last Saturday at an International departure gate of Jet Blue airline. We assumed you were going on one of the very popular one-week getaway excursions. So I was asked to intercept you when you returned."

Jean Harmon started sobbing as if a wave of guilt had swept over her. He didn't say anything at first, but finally said, "Want to talk about it? Talking just might help."

Since she had trusted this man immediately and felt safe around him, she relaxed somewhat. She blew her nose and said, "I have a husband who adores me even though he knows he is not the father of our 8 year old. I began partying with Manny when we were both freshmen in college. As a junior I told him 'No More!' I didn't want to drop any more classes. I stayed away from him for that and my senior year. In the mean time I met my husband and really loved him. But I couldn't force Manny out of my mind so after graduation and I went back to work in the family business and one day I called Manny after my first c***d was born. He later visited and its been going on ever since.

"Does your husband know?"

"Yes, he does now. Our second c***d looks just like Manny. It hurt Willi so badly when I told him all the essentials. But I couldn't say no to Manny when he called about three months later -- and ever since - I am powerless not to meet him. My priest recommended that I seek therapy. I did, but the doctor was hitting on me in our second counseling session. So I dropped therapy."

She continued, " Our c***dren love Willi so much and miss him greatly when he is at sea -- he crews on commercial fishing vessels. If he weren't around, the k**s would need therapy, I almost believe. I don't know how I am going to face Willi now that police are involved in my periodic flings. I thought he might leave me after our second c***d was born but he chose not to. I don't know what he will do now since my life is such a disaster."

I pulled up beside her car in the parking lot and fetched her suitcase. As she buckled herself into her seat and cranked her car I said, " The advice I offer is to focus on the good times you have had with Willi, especially if Manny calls again. You might find yourself capable of saying, 'no.' You have my card so call me if the police start leaning on you as an accessory. There just may be something I can do. Good luck to you," as he shook her hand through the window.

He watched her drive off and breathed a prayer, "Why do those with the most advantages seem to screw up their lives so badly?"

Jean Harmon walked into her c***dren's bedrooms where she smiled when she saw them sleeping peacefully. After lightly touching each with her lips, she went into the kitchen to fix herself a sandwich. Soon Maggie joined her as she slept in a small room near the c***dren's wing. After a hug and other greetings small talk was impossible for both the friends. Jean asked, "Has Willi arrived home yet?"

"Yes, Jean, he came in yesterday afternoon and played with the k**s until their bedtime. They were so glad to see him. You should know, however, he did that when he was so tired from the work at sea that he could barely function. But he did say that they had a nice catch and he will get a nice bonus. "

"Did he say anything at all about me?" Maggie just shook her head, 'no.' Tears again gushed from her eyes and she looked at her best friend and asked, "Why do I do this to us?"

Maggie reached over and held Jean and said, "If I knew I would give you a double dose of the cure!" Tears were flowing from Maggie's eyes as well as she continued, "I worry about those c***dren growing up in a fucked up world where community leaders like you do the things you do and worse."

The ladies then chatted about domestic things and what the c***dren had been doing in her absence before they said good night.

Jean stood in front of Willi's bedroom door trying to stabilize her emotions before she knocked. More than anything she just wanted to see him and maybe even touch him or hear one kind word from him. She knocked.

Willi said loudly, "Its unlocked."

Jean stepped in and observed him playing a computer chess game with an Internet Opponent. He turned around to see who it was and then turned back to his game, ignoring her.

She said, "Something happened on this trip that involved the police and it might ultimately involve us."

His attention was now focused on his wife as he paused his game and turned around to face her. "How so? Police are not concerned with what consenting adults do."

"There was a corpse found in our guest room after we had checked out on Saturday. Both my lover and I are persons of interest in the on going investigation."

"Was the corpse anyone you know?"

"No. My lover had just that morning introduced him."

Maggie told me that a policeman came looking for you so I guess it was about that." Willi paused for a moment and continued; "On another matter, one of the crew is having a dinner party at his home on Tuesday. I accepted for us. Would you go to his party with me -- or would you rather stay at home to watch the c***dren while Maggie and I go?"

Jean exploded with happiness inside of her mind because Willi still allowed her by his side at a co-worker's home. "Yes."

Jean stood at the door to leave but was hesitant because she really wanted to talk and obviously Willi had no interest in talking. As she opened the door to just leave because of Willi's silence, he spoke up and said, "Jean, I am sorry for your involvement with the police, and if I can do anything to assist please let me know."

She replied, "Thank you for loving my c***dren and your support." With that she quietly returned to her room. She felt almost human again after chatting with Willi and could feel her tension abating. Her exhausted body was in deep sleep within 10 minutes.

Sunday morning Jean with the two c***dren pulled into one of the 5 garages of the home returning from Sunday Mass. In the driveway they passed Willi with his head under the hood of a restored '39 Buick Convertible, working on the engine. As soon as Jean's car was parked the c***dren bounded out the door to join Willi and sit in his car while he worked. Jean felt awful because her c***dren obviously preferred Willi's company to hers. As she gathered up her things to go in the house, Willi called out to Jean, "Why don 't you and the k**s change into something comfortable and lets take a spin in my new prize car? Bring light clothes and sun block. We will try it with the top down!"

"Yes. Give us 5 minutes. k**s come on lets change clothes!" Later the c***dren were in the back seat and Jean was in the front seat apart from Willi as they meandered down roads and streets in residential areas near Cape Ann. Willi continuously talked about the features of this '39 Buick Convertible as if he were describing a true love, and finished by saying, "I expect to get as much as a quarter million dollars for it at the June auction in Philadelphia!"

Jean asked, "How much directly do you have invested in it?"

"About $80k plus a million man hours of labor which I consider a donation."

Danny spoke up and said loudly, "Can we all go to Philadelphia with you, Dad?"

Willi was struck dumb of how to answer this question of his 12 year old for a moment and then replied, "I think so but we will have to wait until then to see if we can actually do it? Is that O.K.?" He glanced out the corner of his eyes to see his wife trying to hold back her tears in vain.

End of Part two

The Harmon household gradually got back to their previous awkward normal state of affairs over the summer months. The police never came back to question Jean, either at her home or her office. Jean and Willi were talking and 3 weeks later he even allowed her to join him in his bed when she asked because he was horny. However, Willi was unable to have an erection or generate a desire to kiss the body of his beautiful wife who slept uneasily in his bed after she had cried herself to sleep.

Willie never told anyone but he now had three fuck-buddies and he and one of them would have a date when he got horny. He had grown to like this arrangement somewhat and could no longer get it up for his wife again no matter how hard he tried. The more he hung out with these new women, the more difficult it became to go home after a date. He continued to get closer and closer to his two c***dren at the same time, however, and both clamored to spend more and more time with him.

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Jean Harmon was watching the national news about in late summer when the story broke that, 'The d**g Enforcement Agency, with the help of the Mass State Police, has broken up a major wholesale Cocaine import ring based in San Antonio. Suspects were also arrested in St. Louis and New Jersey. Three suspects died in San Antonio during a shootout with authorities. Twelve others were in custody in the other cities and an all points bulletin was out for one other, the leader of the operation, who was believed to be in Mexico at the time of the bust. Turning to the middle East......'

Jean Harmon's turned off the TV as grief then came as an avalanche when she realized the scope of the suffering the crack dealers caused to c***dren and other users and that she was chained to the principal b**st that made it happen. She began thinking suicidal thoughts but remembered that her doctor had given her a sedative so that she at least could find peace in her sleep that night.

Driving to work the next morning she remembered that her husband docked yesterday and would be coming home this afternoon. She cried out loud to no one present, "How can I face him and my c***dren knowing what I know now?"

She later was at her desk when her cell phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and almost didn't pick it up. Finally her mind clicked and she answered, "Hello Manny, how are you?"

"I am in Waco Texas on a Greyhound bus going through Dallas making my way to you, hot woman."

She lied, "May I call you back in a couple of hours? I am in a meeting right now?"

"Sure Babe, I'll be waiting."

Jean desperately searched though her purse for the Private Detective's phone number she had befriended and found it. She called the cell phone number listed and he answered it on the first ring.

"This is Sidney Riley."

"Hello. I am Jean Harmon, the person you intercepted at Logan several weeks ago. Remember me?"

"I remember Ms Harmon. How may I help you?"

"Manny, or Manuel Jesus Rodriguez, just called me from a Greyhound bus in Waco, Texas and his on his way here. I saw the d**g bust news last night and the authorities are looking for Manny."

"Yes. I saw that too, and concluded that he must be the leader their dragnet is trying to find."

Se asked, "Would you pass this on to the d**g people because I don't ever want to see him or think about him again now that I know what a monster he is?"

"Consider it done, Ms Harmon. Thanks for calling."

The c***dren sat at the dinner table with Jean and Maggie talking about their summer camp experience coming up. Then Danny says, "Oh boy! Daddy is coming home tomorrow morning and he has promised to take us to Disney World!" He and his sisters and Maggie's chattering continued unaware that tears were streaming from their Mom's eyes.

Her cell phone rang and she got up from the table and went into the kitchen. "Jean Harmon speaking."

"This is Private Investigator Sidney Riley again. As a result of your call this morning, d**g agents shot and killed your Manny about 1:00 P.M. in the Dallas bus station. They attempted to arrest him in the Men's toilet while he sat in a stall. He came out with his gun drawn and was shot dead on the spot. Thank you for your tip -- you will get a small reward for that tip in time. Call me if there is anything else I can do." He broke the connection.

Suddenly Jean felt a great relief flood over her and rejoined the dinning table and the excited chatter going on as well.

The following morning Jean decided not to go to work but to go directly to the commercial dock dispatcher's office. She verified that Willi would be exiting trip debriefing of the Fish and Wildlife service about 10:00 A.M. She went to their building and took a seat beside another lady to wait. In their twelve years of marriage she had never been to the pier to greet him on his return. She felt both fear and confidence as she chatted about mundane things with the rather pleasant but weather beaten young woman who sat beside her.

At 10:15 Willi entered the lobby though the doors marked, "No Visitors Beyond This Point." He had several days stubble on his face and wore very soiled work clothing, and was carrying foul weather gear over one shoulder and a suitcase in the other hand as total exhaustion obviously racked his body.

Ending Number 1

Both women stood up and Willi put down his gear and suitcase and just looked at both of them for a moment. He walked up to the young lady and held her hand and said, "Thanks for offering to give me a lift to the remote lot, but I won't need it. Beth, meet my wife, Jean, and I will bum a ride straight home with her and pick up my car later.

When on the road Jean asked, "Is there any chance I will be invited to go with you and the c***dren to Orlando?"

Willi didn't open his tired and aching eyes but said, "You will be invited wherever I go when not going to sea. This is the first time I have seen you put yourself out for me since I have known you."

Jean's tears were gushing again, but this time they were a kind she had never known.

Ending Number 2

Both women stood up and Willi put down his gear and suitcase and just looked at both of them for a moment. He walked up to the young lady and held her hand and said, "Thank goodness you are here. Beth, every bone in my stinking body aches as we had a storm everyday. I dreaded the walk to the Remote Parking Lot. But we had a good catch. Would you pull your car to the door while I get my gear?"

The young lady smiled broadly and rushed out the door. Willi turned to his wife and said, "Hello Jean. Your greeting me here is unprecedented."

She blurted out, "My lover was shot dead by d**g agents. Can we not make another start, please?"

"I want to have as little as possible to do with you, woman, while you work through the long list of Party Hounds in your past and future."

A car horn blew and Willie turned his back to her and walked over to get has gear.