***Advice from the woman's shelter is purely fictional. Do not take any of this as factual knowledge or life experience. I am only guessing using the specific situation outlined in this story. Everything you recognize belongs to Janet Evanovich. Thank you to Kathy's amazing beta skills, Heather for all her sound advice and encouragement and Lisa who did a little of both! Thank you for your kind words and reviews.

~Chapter 14

***May 20

RPOV

The days that follow are filled with righteous anger from all of us at Rangeman. We've spent a lot of time in the gym and on the streets. I'm sitting at my desk on five trying to finish up a few last things when I look at the report from my inbox. It's the accident report that Stephanie had the afternoon of the ultimatum. I hadn't looked at it and I debated just throwing it away without reading it. I pick it up and begin reading. Stephanie claimed that she was on her way to the station with Walter Dunfee aka Mooner. He had admitted to lighting up a cigarette when a late model SUV sideswiped them. The car caught fire and she hit a sign and came up to the sidewalk. A nearby woman who was watering her plants with a hose happened to witness the incident. The mystery car sped away. When the police arrived, the smell of drugs was heavy in the air. Stephanie was cuffed and mirandized under the suspicion of driving a motor vehicle under the influence, drug possession, failure to control her vehicle and destruction of public property. The woman, Mooner and many witnesses corroborated her story and she was released. My men joked at how she was a disaster and how she almost lost her POS car to total destruction. Word came out later that a street gang took credit for the hit and run, and it was later discovered that my protection release made her fair game for anyone looking to gain my favor. I have mixed feelings about this. Yes, I was done with her but did I want to see her targeted for me? No, but I didn't want to send the message that I was wavering in my decision to resume my protection so I left it alone.

Ella probably brought up dinner hours ago. I look at my watch. 2100 hours. It's late, so I leave the remaining tasks until tomorrow. It's not like I don't get to work a full day tomorrow too.

I put my keys in the tray and pick through my mail, distracted by my thoughts. Some of the men have been hearing that the Burg gossip is brutal and Stephanie is paying the price. In my anger, I want to say she deserves it but I have some reservations about throwing her to the wolves. I believe that playing out your sins in public is not exactly fair. I remember my neighborhood's reaction to my brush with the law in my youth. Did I deserve it? Yes. Was it right for the community to freely comment when they aren't exactly living a pure life? No.

It's a rough lesson for sure and Stephanie's notoriety definitely puts her in a worse situation. As much as she was gossiped about, she was loved by the Burg and now it looks like her kingdom has turned on her. The rumors have been circulating that it was Morelli's kid. He's probably soaking up the sympathy, trying to get back in the good graces of the Burg. He took a big hit when the article came out so he's probably doing damage control. My favorite is that she was pregnant with twins and one was mine and the other was Morelli's. Do people even know how pregnancy works? That would mean the cop and I were there at the same time. I shake my head at the absurdity as I continue to the fridge to grab a drink. I have met up with Jeanne Ellen twice in the last four days. Both times have been at her place. It's time to erase Stephanie's memory here so the next time we meet, I'll bring her up. I don't want her to think she has free reign here, and I will never give her the keys to the castle like I did Stephanie. I learned my lesson there.

SPOV

The morning sun dawns and I am woken by the streams of light pouring into my room and the smell of coffee in the kitchen. Grandma is busy straightening up the clutter of the sorting we did last night and makes a cup for both of us and we take a minute to sit and enjoy the doctored brew.

"You can call Dillon and he'll take all the bags down to the dumpster. When I'm at the store, I'll pick up a six pack and he'll be happy to do it for you." I say as I look around at the debris.

"You are going to be just fine, baby girl. You are so strong. You can handle anything. Don't let the negative and awful parts of life get you down. You start your life on your terms and don't settle for what people are willing to give you. You deserve the best. You deserve the happy ending." She sits next to me, and we enjoy the last few minutes of us being here together.

We arrive at the bank and I go in to face the stares and whispers. I hold my head up high and ignore the obvious disdain from those that recognize me. I'm definitely feeling a persona non grata vibe. I wait my turn and Stacy, a girl from the Burg, waits on me. Her frown has alerted me not to expect the usual pleasantries. I, however, do not wish to be rude so I smile and say "Good morning, Stacy. I would like to close my account and take everything in cash."

"You just have to sign a few forms. Since it is less than 10k cash it's fine. Wait here and I'll get the paperwork." While I wait I go over in my head the items I want to get from the store. I need clothes, but I didn't want to buy a lot since I didn't know where I'm going to end up. My thoughts are interrupted when Stacy returns with her supervisor and a stack of paperwork.

"Normally, you would make an appointment for this but since I'm guessing you are in a hurry to leave town, I will make an exception," she says. I ignore her little dig at my circumstances and wait patiently for her to continue. The man next to her signs off on the withdrawal and leaves without a word. "Sign here, here and here," she says as she flags the lines with X's. I quickly sign and she asks me how I want the cash. I smile, tell her it doesn't matter take my bank envelope and leave.

I say "Bye Stacy, take care." but she doesn't respond.. I'm not going to let anyone change me into a bitter or negative person.

I return to Big Blue and Grandma waiting in the passenger seat. She is scrolling through men's bios on a dating website. That makes me smile. I'm really going to miss her. I let out a breath as I get behind the wheel.

"Next stop, shopping." We drive over to Philadelphia to do our shopping. I don't want to be recognized and figure there is less of a chance over there. I'm looking for a few specific things and head toward the shopping area that has the stores I need. I get a new outfit and change into it in the dressing room, and purchase a few changes of clothes, as well as underwear and bras. I find socks, tennis shoes, a new wallet and purse as well. We head to the drug store and I get some toiletries, vitamins and snacks for the road. I'm basically starting from scratch but I can't go overboard. I still need a car and money for wherever I end up. We go to the Wal-Mart just off the highway and we get our untraceable phones and get them activated. I buy extra cards for each of us. I show Grandma how to use it, load minutes and get a pass code set up in case someone tries to use it.

Next we head to the car lot. My car history tells me where to go to get a car that cannot be traced back to me. It is a very dangerous part of town so Grandma and I are extra vigilant. I find a decent car and only walk out two thousand lighter. Not bad. We drive our cars back to a safe part of town on the outskirts of Trenton and pull into a strip mall with the usual assortment of stores.

I make sure we are in way back of the lot in case there are cameras. I transfer all my bags into my new POS car and stand looking at my grandma. She's what a parent should be. She's supportive and loving and doesn't care what people think. She lives life on her terms and stays true to herself. She's just what I want to be. Well, maybe without groping men 40 plus years her junior. When I'm in my seventies, I may change my mind. Maybe? I think with a smile.

"Oh Grandma, I'm going to miss you so much! I'll call you in a few days. I'm not sure where I'm going to end up but I will call and check in. We're going to be fine." I say and hug her like my life depends on it. I want so much to take her with me but I know that it's not safe. I know that she won't be able to live like that. "After a while, we can plan to meet up. After everyone forgets about me, I can sneak back into town. I need to come and get Rex, so we can see each other then."

"I'm so proud of you baby girl," she says and I stiffen. Those three little words Ranger used to say to me. Those three little words brought back all of the pain that has plagued me the last couple of weeks. The tears begin.

"What is it?" she asks.

"Nothing, Grandma. It's okay. I'll get over him. I'm going to focus on the future, our future. I'll call you soon. Remember, keep the phone locked and out of sight. You can call or text me anytime. If I can't get back to you, I'll call you when I can." I kiss her on the cheek and she hugs me tight. "I love you Stephanie Michelle Plum or whoever you become. You are a brave and amazing woman. Don't let anyone tell you any different."

I ponder the last words that Grandma said to me as I drive out of Trenton. That is the last time I'm going to answer to Stephanie Michelle Plum, she is gone. Her life has been erased. I have no written or financial trail. I am free. I can go anywhere and be anything. With that, the excitement starts to build. It's just us, little one. It's just us!

The drive to the coast doesn't take me very long. I'm in Point Pleasant before I know it. I smelled the ocean long before I could see it. I really love the beach. This is exactly what I need. I've always been drawn to the ocean. Before I know it, I'm parked at my favorite seaside grill and belly up to the bar to order my favorite dish. While I wait, I try to decide where to go. I have a limited supply of money so I can't just take a break and relax. Where am I going to put down my new roots?

As much as I love Point Pleasant, this is the first place anyone would look for me. I have to keep going. I want to keep moving south to warmer weather so I consider Atlantic City. This is also quickly dismissed because it's a popular destination for Trenton natives. I would have a hard time hiding there even though it's much more populated. The biggest pro would be that Grandma could come and visit but again, I discount it. Too risky.

One place I have never been is at the very tip of New Jersey. Cape May. It always sounded so peaceful. I don't know how populated it is and what the chances of me being recognized are. I can always change my look. I can get colored contacts and change my hair. I really do need to change my hair. The salty sea humidity will wreak havoc on my curls so they have to go. Worse case scenario, I can try it and move on if it's too risky. By the time I finish my meal and dessert, I feel better emotionally. Physically, not so much. My eating habits have to change because the high fat, sugary foods I love do not love me back these days. I head back to my car and head south on the Garden State Parkway.

An hour and a half later, I follow signs into downtown Cape May. I instantly fall in love with the charming little beach community. I find an out of the way hotel and talk to the reservation lady. I explain that I'm pregnant and running from an abusive relationship and cannot have any trace on my credit card. I ask if I can pay in cash for a week in advance and she agrees. Thank goodness. I only lied a little but it had to be done. I also ask if there's a local woman's shelter. I want to start there with getting a new identity. Unfortunately the closest shelter is back in Atlantic City. Crap. I should have thought that through. Oh well, I can always head back up there. Meanwhile, I can get my makeover and look to see if there are any job prospects.

***May 21

The next morning, I wake to the massive amount of light pouring into the window. Wow, I must be facing east. This may turn me into a morning person Maybe. I decide to get ready for the day, instead of crawling back to bed with my head under the covers, and dress in a pair of shorts and a plain t-shirt. I had driven around a little downtown so I was slightly familiar with the layout. Not surprisingly, downtown Cape May focused its populated area toward the ocean, and the further you went inland the more residential it became. I started at the beach and walked up and down streets noting any help wanted signs. I wasn't ready to approach any job prospects since I didn't have my new identity but hopefully I will soon and I'd know where to start.

I really love the old town feel and it feels safe. Plus, there are lots of families around. Perfect. The more I see, the more I fall in love with this place. I cut down a side street and am walking along an alley when I notice a sign. Hidden Beauty. I go in and look around. I'm very impressed that they have a clean spa feel instead of a hair salon. I approach the woman behind the desk.

"Good morning. Do you have an appointment with us today?" she asks in a cheerful voice.

"Not yet. Can I make an appointment ? I need to change my color and I want to straighten my hair." I ask. She looks at her schedule and before I know it, I have an appointment for the following morning to have my makeover. I thank her and walk back out continuing my tour of the Cape May area. By lunchtime, I'm starving and decide to eat a hot dog from a vendor by the beach. It takes me back to my childhood and Point Pleasant. I walk all day until dinner and get a to go meal to take back to my hotel. I shower and plan my day for tomorrow as I continue the bedtime ritual. I need to get a pair of colored contacts and go to my hair appointment. I had picked up a pair of sunglasses yesterday so I could hide part of my face and eyes in case I saw someone I knew. I'm still a little worried someone will recognize me since I was in the Trenton Times a lot. Ugh, I don't miss the notoriety. I thought I liked the adrenalin rush of skip chasing. The near misses and craziness that followed me. It made me feel alive but look where it got me. I was judged and shunned. I was treated so badly that I don't want anything to do with my old life, my old identity. I can't wait to change my name. Plus, my old life is too high a price for me, especially right now. I want to embrace my new life. A life where I pick my family. Where I focus on my child and we make a little family of two.

"Nothing else matters but you little peanut." I say to my stomach. I pull back the covers and crawl in the crisp clean sheets. I'm getting a new look tomorrow and I drift off to sleep with thoughts of a new life - this really is the place for me.

***May 22

I arrive at the hair salon and am whisked away for all of my beauty treatments. I decide to go blonde since my skin color would really stand out if I went any darker. I want to blend so I go with brown highlights. I am not trying for the platinum blonde look that screams 'look at me' plus it's enough to be different but will also blend when I am in-between colorings. Straightening is the biggest change for me. I'm excited to see what my new look will be. I'm a little nervous since I have had unmanageable curls my whole life. I can't wait.

Three hours later I'm not disappointed. I had taken a before photo at the recommendation of my stylist and the after photo was just, Wow. That is all I can say. I can't believe such a transformation. I'm instantly comforted that I won't be easily recognized by anyone I know and am glad I can relax a bit more. I ask about the contacts and am shown a small selection of colors and choose a light brown.

The lady behind the counter asks "Why would you want to change your eye color? You have the most beautiful color I've ever seen."

"I'm moving to a new place and want some big changes." I leave it at that. I don't want to get into the whole conversation about running from an ex or anything but she probably guessed something was up. I had given a fake name and paid in cash so I wasn't worried that my identity would be exposed.

I left the salon feeling really good about my new look and new life. I need to get working on documentation and besides the women's shelter and Stark Street, I'm at a loss. I knew this was going to be the hardest piece to work out. I walk back to my car and make the 1.5 hour trip back up to AC. I find out the location of the women's shelter and arrive at 3:00pm. I ask to talk to the person in charge and am surprised that I am standing face to face with a petite woman in her mid twenties. She has a perky, take charge attitude but not in an annoying way. It's more of a I will fix your problems kind of way.

I explain to her that I was coerced to have an abortion but decided against it and now I have to hide so my ex won't find me. I tell her that I'm looking for a new identity and she explains how it works. Unfortunately they deal with legal identity changes because they are state funded and everything will have to go through the courts. This is very bad news because going through the courts will cause a paper trail that Ranger will be able to follow. I don't know what to do but at this point I cannot go through the illegal channels as I won't risk myself or my baby. I thank her for her time and walk back to my car. Shit. I really thought this would be easy. There's time. I can get a job under the table and meet people. Once I find people I can trust, I can pursue the illegal identity route. The jobs that I can get are going to be very limited and the pay will probably be lower. I work hard to keep my spirits up as I head back to Cape May.

***May 25

After a few days, I find a little gift shop that specializes in personalized beach gifts. I walk in looking around and am saddened by the thought that I won't be buying souvenirs for my family. These would have been perfect. The owner operator seems very nice when I ask her about a personalized necklace. However, after a few minutes she has to go help another customer and was quickly pulled in several different directions. She could definitely use help. She doesn't have a help wanted sign hanging and she hasn't advertised but she is busy and not keeping up with the line in her store. I wait for the little rush to subside and approach her again.

"Hi, my name is Claire and I'm looking for a job. I know you aren't advertising that you're looking for someone but I couldn't help notice how busy you get. I'm a hard worker, very trustworthy and reliable." I tell her sincerely. She gives me a thoughtful look.

"I do need help but I'm just starting out and I'm surviving on a tight budget," she responds.

"I understand. Thanks though, you have a very nice store," I say as I turn to leave. As I'm walking out, I think about what it would be like to work here. Yes, it would be fun to talk to people and help customers pick out gifts, but I would have to see tourists all day long, every day. I would definitely see people from Trenton. I let out a sigh. Same goes for waitressing. That really eliminates a lot of jobs around here. I need to find something that I can work under the table and limit my exposure to vacationers.

I wander around for a few more hours. I stop at a grocery store and buy some peanut butter, olives and worthless white bread. I have to conserve money because the job search is going to be a lot harder than I thought. At the last moment, I add a bag of apples and carrots. I need to start making better food choices. I sacrificed my life for this baby. I'm not going to screw it up by eating poorly.

***May 26

The next day I continue my walking tour of Cape May and wind up at the fishing docks by the marina. I'm wearing my last set of clean clothes and will have to find a laundromat later. Even though it's 9 o'clock in the morning, I'm wearing my sunglasses. The air is crisp and I'm surprised at the activity all around me. The fishing boats are coming back in and there are people haggling, buying fish from the boats. I find the chaos interesting. I hear a lot of arguing and a fist fight breaks out between a couple of the guys. This is crazy. I can't believe they work like this. I continue walking, not wanting to get too close to the disruption.

I make my way past the pier and head toward the private docks. The boats are very nice and scream money. It's going to be a lovely day. The sun is making its way high in the sky and there isn't a cloud in sight. This is so different from smoggy, gloomy Trenton. Part of the appeal of the ocean is the beach, the rest is the sunshine. It's hard to have a bad day when it's so beautiful outside. I continue my trek enjoying the feel of the warm sun on my skin.

I grab a sub with lots of vegetables on it and pull out my map and the want ads from the paper. I make a plan to explore this part of the town. I know that landscaping jobs often pay under the table but I'm not cut out for that. I wish I could use my business degree but I can't get a traditional job as I don't have identification. I push back the anxiety that builds with my limited money and go back to searching the paper. I plan on finishing up my tour of the marina area and tackling the area by the lighthouse tomorrow. I throw my garbage away and pack up my paper and map. I stroll along paying particular attention to any signs advertising jobs. Maybe I could nanny? Yeah, right. That doesn't sound appealing and if they can't do a background check on me then who would hire a stranger. I have to work a little harder to tamp down my growing unease.

"I can do this. I can do this." I chant out loud.

My dinner consists of a peanut butter and olive sandwich, some carrots and an apple. Hey, an apple a day...Well, you know how it goes. After searching the lighthouse area without any luck, I was having a hard time managing my growing anxiety. I'm not critically low on money just yet, but I need to find something soon. I spend the rest of my evening searching online websites for jobs and general information of the area and surrounding towns. I find out that one of Cape May's biggest draws is their fresh seafood. I may have to stop at a local place and try the catch of the day.

***May 27

I wake up in the morning with a plan to travel north up the coast but the more I consider that thought, the more I think that it's a little too residential and that I will be wasting my time. I don't know why but I'm drawn to the marina area. I don't really understand it, because I've never been around boats but why fight it? I only have to answer to myself and if I have a feeling to go to the marina then I'll go to the marina.

I'm excited because this area seems like there may be some potential for an under the table job, unlike the residential area I was originally planning on today. I have an earlier head start and decide to see what's happening with the commercial fishing boats before I head deeper into the marina. I arrive long before the chaos begins and find a bench where I can observe but not too close. I don't want to be right in the middle of the action in case there's a fight again today. I see a few men gathering where the boats are due and am able to hear their conversation.

"What do you need today?" one of them asks.

"My special today is flounder but I also need cod and mahi. What about you?"

"Same but I could also use some striped bass and tuna," the first one tells him. Their conversation stops as more men arrive. I see a glimpse of the first few boats beginning to arrive. The men have formed a tight circle right where the boats tie off and as soon as the boat captain appears, the yelling begins. I'm shocked at the pushing and screaming. This is a disaster. How can they do this each day?

I'm watching and listening to everything around me. I get a pen and a notepad that I got from the hotel out of my bag and start scribbling down types of fish and prices per pound. I add quantities and any other bits of information as I keep up with everything. I make note of boat names but wasn't able to get any information on the men buying. I believe they're all from local restaurants and I plan to run a search on them tonight before bed. An idea is forming in my head. I know I can't work in a restaurant, but maybe I can work with them to broker a deal and fix this chaos between the fishermen and the restaurants that depend on them.

I spend the next two days gathering data and formulating a plan. If I can broker a deal that benefits both the fishermen and the restaurants so that the supply chain is financially stable, more civil and reliable then everyone wins. Right? I can take a cut and voila, money under the table to start my new life.

***May 30

Three days pass and I'm ready to present my plan. I make one last check in the mirror and deem myself ready to go. I decide to drive the short distance to the docks so I can have the flexibility I need to pull this off. I arrive, armed with my information and am ready to speak to the boat captains. I speak to three of them and they seemed interested in what I have to say. They are tired of the day to day stress that awaits them each morning and trying to fight to make a living at what the restaurants are willing to pay. They have a lot of waste discarded and to them, that's money lost.

In the afternoon I head to the restaurants and speak to the buyers that make the daily trip to buy the fish. I was able to talk to five different buyers and listen to their side of the deal. I find that they struggle to get the type of fish they need for their daily specials and have to pay more expensive prices when the suppliers run low. I take down as much information as I can. Each of them seems interested in my plan to broker a deal that will save them money and provide them with a reliable source of the fish they need each day. Plus, it will eliminate stress and hopefully waste. I head back to my hotel room and am torn. I need a laptop, but that will be a big hit to my budget. I have been here for less than a week and am not critically low on cash but I will be soon. Ugh. What should I do? I lay down on the bed in my thinking position. I debate the pros and cons in my head as I try to come to a decision. I really feel this will work. They need this. Everyone can benefit. I feel like if I don't try then I'll have already failed. If I do fail then at least I gave it all I had. Decision made. I get in my car and point it to the nearest big box store to find a laptop.

I spend the rest of the night entering in the data from my notes and all of the supplies and vendors. I create this massive spreadsheet that will allow both parties to see up front what is needed and the prices for each. I still need more information so I need to head to the docks tomorrow morning. I look at the clock and see that it's already after 10:00pm. Past my bedtime. Since I have been here, I have turned myself into an early riser. In bed by 10 will get me up by 7. The sun streaming in my room will get me up by 7 too so it wasn't a conscious decision by me, but more of a necessity.

***May 31

The morning dawns and I'm up earlier than normal. I'm so excited about what I'm doing. I get everything prepared and head to the docks. I have more specific information I need before I can get this process running smoothly. I need to know the days the restaurants need certain fish and how much they're comfortable paying. Not everyone is willing to talk to me and that's fine. They can continue to haggle all they want. Next, I have to talk to the boat captains. Again, not everyone is willing to participate but a good amount are. I explain that by knowing the demand, they can concentrate on the supply part and having set prices will ensure them a comfortable price and a much steadier income. The fluctuations that they experience produces a feast or famine type of situation and has a byproduct of significant waste. I enter the price they expect per pound and also start gathering information about fish availability. There's still a lot of information that I need to fine-tune this deal. An offhand comment made by the last fisherman that I talked to was about complaints about having to wait around for the restaurant staff to pick up their products. They get fined when their boat sits at the dock too long and that eats into their profits. I ask if there was a better solution and he said "Yes, I can deliver it myself faster and cheaper than they can."

Interesting. If the crew can deliver the fresh fish directly to the restaurant, then more money can be saved by this and will allow me to get the negotiated price closer to what each party expects. I had been getting a sick feeling that there was no way to bring these two sides together when the restaurants want to pay as little as possible and the fishermen want to charge as much as they can. Hopefully we can bring both sides close enough so this'll work. I have a lot more work and research to do. I have spoken to both sides enough, I know what they need. I just have to hammer it out. By tomorrow, I should be able to call everyone together and work out a mutually beneficial deal.

"Wish me luck." I say to my grandma when I speak to her on the phone. I always call her when I'm out. I try to be extra careful not to have any connection to where I'm staying. I had told her of my idea and she was definitely all "Go for it!" She really believes in me. She's the only one right now who does, so I want to make her proud.

"On a side note, everything around here is good. All the gossip about you is starting to die down. I told you that Joe was spouting off that the baby was his and he forgives you for the abortion. He is such a horse's patoot. Anyways, something has happened and he's been quiet as a church mouse. It's all been hush hush but it was something big. Word is that he's at home on vacation. It'll come out eventually, and when it does, I'll get the scoop and tell you."

"No Grandma, unless someone is looking for me, I don't want to know about Joe or anything back in Trenton." I'm worried about the last thing that she says to me. "It'll come out eventually". That is concerning. I can't let this come out. Ever!

"I haven't moved into your apartment yet. I go every other day to feed Rex. I want to get out of here but I'm still waiting until someone realizes you're gone. I don't want anyone to put it together that we had this planned. I'll give them another few weeks. When your rent is due, Dillon will start looking for you and will make some calls. Once he does that, I'll volunteer to take over the lease and then I'll have him move your stuff to the garbage. Are you sure you don't want me to save it? I don't mind," she asks.

"No Grandma. That stuff is probably full of trackers. I want to make sure they end up in the landfill. Plus it's a connection to my old life. Everything I have is new or new to me at least. Right now I have an asshole-free life and I like it. I just really miss you. Oh and the other day, I introduced myself as Claire after you. I don't know what my new name will be but if I have to pick, it'll be Claire." I pause and add. "Can you call me Claire? In case anyone overhears?" I really like the name Claire and if I have a girl, I want to use it as her middle name after her great Grandma Edna Claire.

"That's a good idea. I love you Claire. I'll talk to you soon."

"I love you too Grandma."

***Jun 1

The next morning I arrive at the dock ready to negotiate. Everything goes smoothly and I now have clients for my new business. I get a small cut in cash from each client that adds up to a nice daily profit for me. I handle all the negotiating for each side and have to work hard to remain neutral so that each side will trust me and continue with this arrangement. The restructuring includes delivery charges and advanced ordering for specific types of fish. We are working on incorporating planned menus that even rotate among the restaurants. This way, the restaurants aren't fighting over fish that just aren't available. The captains know where the fish are and can work together and help make this happen. They are a great source of information as far as what is available when and where. No one thought to get their input before.