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all-spirit,
Shimon simply means one who hears. Liberating yourself it isn’t
something you ‘achieve’, in fact quite the opposite. We need to
undo you. As for love, you don’t fall into it, you simply remove
the blockages in in its way. If you will accept me (he emphasised
the ‘accept’) I will guide you.”
    They both lapsed into thought for the
rest of the trip into town.
    Tyra wondered how you go about
‘undoing’ a person. She’d finally gotten some information but she
wasn’t liking it. She felt like she was being set up to fail big
time. Maybe Simon was getting alzheimers in his old age, after all
100,000 years was an awfully long time to remember a prophecy. She
peered intently down the road.
    In the passenger seat Simon did his
best to refrain from laughing as he read Tyra’s thoughts. For Simon
time was just another mental construct.
6
     
    Sergeant Michael Wilson looked up from
his desk and groaned. “Simon, to what do I owe the
misfortune...”
    “ Oh, don’t be like that
Michael. I happened to hear those government money grubbers down
south were cutting funding for the town’s youth centre and thought
I might help out”. Simon handed Michael a fairly thick unsealed
envelope.
    Michael looked inside the envelope and
drew breath, a frown wrinkling his brow. “That would certainly keep
the centre going for the kids but I’ve got to ask you Simon, this
is not a bribe for anything is it?”
    Simon straightened himself as if
insulted. “Now Michael, if I’d asked for something then given it to
you that would be a bribe but I’ve asked nothing and given it to
you so it must be a gift mustn't it?”.
    Michael, still frowning dubiously at
the envelope, as if it would leap up and bite him at any moment,
pushed it to the side of his desk for further consideration. He
tilted his head in Tyra’s direction “You haven’t introduced
me.”
    “ Tyra Aguila Goodwin this
is Sergeant Michael Wilson, our only and much overworked law
enforcement in the town.
    Michael extended his hand, firmly
grasping Tyra’s hand. “Pleased to meet you Tyra, I’m sorry about
your uncle. The CIB are stilling looking into the case but I have
to admit it has us puzzled. There hasn’t been any DNA found on the
body or at the site it was found. Nothing that would indicate who
or even what did it. Forensics will take another look but it
doesn’t look hopeful. Are you planning to sell Jack’s place or move
into our tiny little town?”
    Tyra shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t
know yet. I just thought I’d better come up and see what needed
sorting out here. Mum’s looking after the funeral and the transfer
of the family’s trust which Jack administered. I found a gun safe
at Uncle Jack’s cabin and hoped I could transfer them into my name
rather than hand them in.”
    “ Hmm”, Michael considered
her for a moment. “Do you have a gun license?”
    “ Yes, here you go”, Tyra
placed the card on the sergeant's desk.
    Michael looked up Jack Goodwin’s
records on the computer. “Your license is only a standard license
for a shotgun and a 22 calibre rifle. It appears Jack had some
considerable firepower which he had military clearance for but it’s
going to be hard to justify a reason for you to keep
them”.
    “ She has a reason”, Simon
interrupted. “She’s my new bodyguard”.
    Michael choked out a laugh, “you, need
a bodyguard?”
    Simon raised his eyes attempting an
innocent look, “I feel threatened”.
    Michael glanced at the envelope on his
desk and then eyed Simon, “that I doubt.” Sighing heavily he pulled
out some forms and handed them to Tyra to fill in. “I can’t make
any promises, the request for a licence upgrade will need to go to
head office. In the meantime memorise this, get some training and
arrange to get yourself tested for level three certification as an
armed security guard and get an up-to-date first aid licence”. He
handed Tyra a booklet and a list of the few registered people