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“Sir, since it’s a motorcycle, we won’t pull it up.  It should be right over there.”
    “Thanks, man.  I know where it is.”  Renfield replies as he reaches for his wallet and adds, “What’s the bill this time?”
    The attendant’s eyes widen a bit as he calmly says, “Three thousand, four hundred and sixty dollars, sir.”
    As Renfield hands him a card to charge the fee to he comments, “There should be a law against the prices of parking in this town.”
    The attendant laughs and replies in a thick accent that is hard to place, “What are you going to do?   Land is land, parking garages are built on land.  Land ain’t cheap.”
    Renfield laughs, “It is in the desert.”
    The attendant quips back, “Who wants to live in the desert?  I’m going to retire and move to Florida.”
    Renfield grins at him and responds, “Not all it’s cracked up to be, but if you get a percentage off of what you must take in, you should be able to afford a nice chunk of that swampland.”
    The attendant hands Renfield the receipt as he says, “You know they ship dirt in on the coasts?”
    “Yeah, ocean on three sides swamp still in most of the middle.  Sounds like a great plan.”  He starts to turn and not being able to help himself he turns back and adds, “Did you know people complain about welfare down there.  Yet strangely, the people who buy the expensive places get their beach dredged by government money?  It’s about 20 times the amount of what the state pays in welfare.  Funny, the people with those homes could afford to dredge their own beaches.  The state does it for them for free.  Who’s really on welfare in this country?  The sand and dirt they dredge away is naturally being added to the state but they take it away and ship in dirt from other states.”
    “You really don’t like Florida, do you man?”, asks the attendant.
    “Sunny in winter, who wouldn’t love it.  I have issues with hypocrisy.”  Renfield grins and the attendant grins back.  Renfield walks to his bike, starts it up, gives a thumbs up to the attendant who waves back.  He guns it out of the parking garage into the veritable parking lot that is the traffic of the city.  Then he laughs at himself.

CHAPTER 8
    “When you realize it’s too late, you’re right.”  -- from the book of Brian
    “Can’t we get closer?  We HAVE to recover that body!”
    Everyone looked at Detective Brady and thought to themselves, “No sir, this was your idea.  It’s your ass is on the line if we can’t find that weirdo’s corpse!”
    Brady felt the thoughts around him and said, “OK, put us down as close as you to where you can approximate where he landed.  We’ll search from there.”
    The pilot, being responsible for everyone on board when he took off, including the jerk who jumped, was being extra cautious and chose a clearing in a valley far from the cliffs.
    Brady wasn’t happy about the choice because even he knew that body did not fall so neatly into such a fine clearing, but he fought the urge to push knowing that wouldn’t get him anywhere in the long run.  He had a pretty good idea where they needed to head and while it may take more time than he would like, they’d fine Renfield’s remains, take them back and then he would have a lot of explaining to do.  He couldn’t focus on the explanation until he at least could bring back the body.
    As they started to set up camp he was astutely aware of the basic process of checking weapons being on everyone’s mind.  That clearly meant they were thinking about how angry they were at the situation, but trained well enough to ignore it in their own way.
    “Small blessings” Brady thought, as he looked up at the moon.  Just then a hawk flew over and he wondered what it did for a living.  “It couldn’t be worse than this, could it?”
    He felt like he should give some speech, but he kept his mouth shut knowing he had nothing to say.  Not until they found