4th of July 1993, Sunday - Independence Day #217
I can't wait until tonight. I love fireworks and the top of the tower is the perfect place to watch from. You can see the displays from Richmond all the way around to the Presidio and Sausalito. Julia & I are going to take the grill up there & do hotdogs and toast marshmallows. I even bought some sparklers & a couple of strings of firecrackers. Whoop-di-doo! It will be perfect. A real 4th of July picnic. Too bad our precept will miss it. Philip says he has a surprise. I'll bet he's glommed onto some real stuff - maybe a cherry bomb or bottle rocket or 2. Oh, Lordy - Derek will get back we'll either have burned the house down or he'll have to bail us all out for illegal fireworks.
In the meantime, I am slogging thru London's cross-analysis of ghosts and sunspots --- but, when the boredom gets to me, I'm delving into our soon-to-be room mate, Nick Boyle. I was right - he is Major Boyle's son. It's odd how many of the Major's files are sealed. I never realized how many of Derek's were too. Curious. Things like that make my nose twitch.
Nick's an ex-Navy SEAL, who was the only survivor of a botched covert mission. Earlier this year he was discharged with commendations. According to Social Security, he's been knocking around at odd jobs ever since. He seems to have quite a few talents. He has his helicopter pilot's license. He knows computers and surveillance equipment and has EMT & explosives certification. He's also a top level marksman, excellent swimmer, and is into the martial arts.
I found an article in the Los Angeles Tribune from a few days ago. It seems that his spot of legal trouble is that he got into a bar fight and slugged a cop - must have a temper or an attitude problem too. Records say he's not very tall - sounds like he could be a cocky little rooster. He must have testosterone levels up the wazoo. Not to worry - Julia & I can pluck a tail feather or 2.
I managed to contact a friend who checked on the status of the case for me. For some reason, the judge set Mr. Boyle's bail at about ten times the normal amount. Fe Fi Fo Fum, do I smell the handiwork of a certain Dutchman? But what's the game? Recruitment, loyalty to an old friend, or salving a guilty conscience? I think the fireworks may be lasting long after the 4th. I'll keep digging. Should I share what I find? Or let them stew? S**t fire! --- Derek's rubbing off.
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