Playing With Fire

That's a wonderful gesture, Steve. But you know full well that it would seal your fate and the paper with it. You'd be run out of town on pitchforks stabbing your tarred and feathered butt."

Steve laughed at the image but stopped when he realized she was right.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Damn it all to hell! Why now? Things were just starting to look up, too.

Well, unless you count the fact that that lunatic hasn't been caught yet. Which reminds me, how are you dealing with that?"

"Oh, I just don't think of it anymore. If he were going to try something it would have been last week. I don't think we'll ever see him again. He lit out for the backcountry and disappeared

Some bear will probably eat his butt and take care of him for us".

Casey tried to make her voice sound even and give Steve her best poker face. It worked.

"Wow, I guess you have changed. Okay. So, that still leaves us with our current dilemma."