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Chapter 18

Chet and the others cruised out of the hollow feeling a sense of fulfillment. The bad guys seemed to be all caught and Bill and the captain were recovered safe. They traveled for some time just enjoying the ride. It was pushing eight in the evening when Chet pulled the craft into Barmet Bay. Within minutes they were in the Hardy boathouse and securing the boat. Chet and Callie carried the supplies while Iola made sure Tony could make it to the car.

"I'm ok, mom." Tony joked as Iola helped him into the car. Iola smiled.

"Just making sure." she replied sliding in next to him. Chet took the driver's seat and pulled out of the parking area and headed for Bayport General Hospital. Within ten minutes they were escorting Tony in.

By nine they were walking out with Tony having received the attention he needed. He required a new set of bandages, medicine and strict orders to rest and see his regular doctor within three days. They drove Tony to his parent's home, despite him having an apartment.

"Will you be ok explaining to your mom and dad, or should we come in and help out?" Chet asked as they pulled up before the Prito home. Tony shook his head.

"They will be fine. Happy to see me in one piece and alive, it's cool. Give me a call tomorrow. Night Chet. Goodnight ladies, sweet dreams!" With a casual wave he got out and walked into his house. Chet looked to the two ladies.

"Speaking of parents," he sighed looking over to Callie "Don't you suppose we should be seeing yours?" Callie smiled and nodded.

"Yes, I think so. They will be so happy... I hope." Iola smiled.

"It'll be ok, Cal. I will come in too, and either get lost or run interference." Chet laughed.

"Your good at that sis. Ok, to the Shaw's" Twenty minutes later they pulled up before the Shaw home. Chet smiled to his love, who appeared to be getting nervous.

"You ok, Cal?" Callie nodded somewhat anxiously.

"They won't be mad, will they?" As if Chet or Iola could realistically predict that. Iola smiled

"I think they will be happy Cal. Though if you want to cover the tattoo up with a longer shirt I have one in the bag." Callie nodded. She knew her parents were liberal enough, but seeing her new ink might be pushing it with other news being stressing enough. Iola handed her a button-down shirt.

"Here Cal, just wear it over the crop and you don't even need to button it. It will look quite natural." Callie took it and slipped it on.

"Ok, let's do this." She gave Chet a quick kiss and a smile. The three walked up to the Shaw home. A nice older Victorian home on the edge of town. Callie led the group in. She opened the front door. Mr. And Mrs. Shaw were sitting in the living room. Mr. Shaw was reading the newspaper and Mrs. Shaw was sewing. They looked up to the entering group. A smile formed on Mrs. Shaw's face.

"Callie, is that you, Hunny?" she asked recognizing it was her daughter's face, but hair was much shorter and darker than the last time she saw her child. Callie smiled.

"Yes, it's me, mom." she admitted with a nervous giggle. Mr. Shaw got up and walked over. He smiled. And hugged his daughter.

"Well, it is great to see you. I heard you went with the others on a case. I'm so glad to see you back safe. And wow, I like the hair, Cal." he looked down at his daughter. He paused slightly at seeing her exposed midsection in front. "Little drafty down there, isn't it?" he smiled. He knew younger people had their styles and fads they kept up with. And his daughter, who had been pretty out of the loop in that area for such a time, was finally coming around. Mrs. Shaw got up and also hugged her daughter. She looked down at her daughter's exposed navel, noticing the belly button ring, she smiled.

"That one missed your ear by a few feet!" she said with a laugh, "but it doesn't surprise me. I was looking though last month's Harpers and I swear just about every woman in that magazine had one of those. It does look cute." she looked to the others and smiled,

"Hello Iola, Hi Chet. Are you guys all back from your case?" Chet nodded.

"Yes, all the bad guys caught and kidnapped parties freed. You can even thank your own daughter for catching one of them all by herself." Callie blushed. Mr. Shaw smiled with pride.

"Really? Callie, you captured one of them? That is great. Quite an accomplishment." Callie grinned.

"It was a lucky break is all. Chet and I were investigating this old cabin and we split up. I just picked the room with the bad guy. He was distracted, so I just came up behind him and caught him." Mrs. Shaw looked apprehensive.

"And he didn't fight back?" Mr. Shaw let out a laugh.

"Now momma, she had matters in hand." he said taking his hand and patting his daughter's thigh holster with significance. Mr. Shaw was fairly liberal and was a supporter of gun rights. So, the fact his daughter resembled Lara Croft decked out with a weapon strapped to her thigh didn't bother him in the least. Mrs. Shaw gave a smile but raised an eyebrow.

"Though if the case is done, Miss, I'd ask you to check your piece in the safe so we know there won't be any accidents." Callie smiled.

"Right you are, mom." she removed the holster and gun and walked over to the wall safe and opened it. She deposited her handgun next to a couple other guns and other family valuables. She turned.

"Ok, mom, unarmed." she smiled to Chet, "I can't speak for Dirty Harry though." Chet grinned. He took out his Smith and Wesson and promptly unloaded it.

"Sorry, Mr. And Mrs. Shaw. Say, have my mom or dad called you lately?" He asked trying to detect if his mom or dad had yet spilled the beans. Mr. Shaw shook his head.

"I haven't heard from your parents for a good two weeks, Chet. Everything Ok?" Chet smiled.

"Oh yes. I just thought they may have contacted you. We were in town recently as we had some business in New York City."

"Really? The case took you out there? Whatever for? Kind of a far cry from hunting down kidnappers in Pennsylvania." Callie smiled.

"Well, Chet and I discovered some stolen jewels in the hollow. So, we had to return them to the city to the owners, who happen to be Tiffany & Company." Mr. Shaw whistled.

"Wow, that must have been some pretty pricey stuff." Iola nodded.

"We returned nearly $40 million in jewels." Mr. and Mrs. Shaw sat up, wide eyed.

"Goodness Callie. That was a lot. I hope you didn't have any problems getting it back to the company." Callie shook her head.

"Was a piece of cake. And Chet and I got a reward for it." The Shaw's appeared quite interested. Mr. Shaw smiled.

"Wow Chet. Last case you got fifty big ones for returning a child. Now you return jewelry." Mrs. Shaw smiled to her husband,

"Well, I doubt they give you that for returning jewelry. But any money was welcome I am sure." She turned to her daughter,

"Callie, I hope you didn't spend that whole reward on new hairstyle and clothes. Saving is always a good idea too." Callie smiled broadly.

"Well, I spent a little tiny bit on clothes and a hairstyle. But I did keep most of it. It's in the bank right now actually." Mr. Shaw nodded approvingly.

"That's my little girl, smart as a whip. How much did you guys have left after you spent a little on yourselves? Yes, I know a good suit when I see it, Chet. Looks sharp, son!" He said approvingly. Callie smiled.

"Well, I think after Chet and I spent a little on a couple important things, we should have somewhere near $3.5 million left in the bank." The Shaws stood up.

"Did you say Three and a half Million Dollars, dear?" Mrs. Shaw asked. Callie nodded seriously.

"Yes, we received ten percent of the value of the jewels. Half from Tiffany and half from their insurance carrier." Mr. Shaw coughed abruptly.

"Wow. I am not sure what to say, that is amazing. Such good fortune. Well, I trust you are planning for your future." Iola giggled.

"You could say that Mr. And Mrs. Shaw." They looked to Callie questioningly. She bit her lip and gestured towards Iola.

"Oh, mom, dad, did you see the necklace and bracelet that Tiffanys gave Iola." Iola smiled at Callie's deflection. She leaned forward allowing a clear view of her necklace and bracelet. Mrs. Shaw's eyes widened.

"My dear, those are beautiful. Did they cost much or do you even know?" Chet nodded.

"The pair sells for over $50,000." The Shaws again were amazed.

"That was very generous of them" Mr. Shaw observed with a nod and a smile. Iola smiled.

"Thank you, but it was nothing compared to what they gave Chet and Callie." Mr. Shaw nodded,

"Well, Iola, of course thee and a half million dollars is more impressive. But I wouldn't sneeze at that jewelry your wearing." Iola shook her head.

"I'm sorry, I meant the other thing Tiffanys gave to Chet and Callie." Mrs. Shaw looked to Callie

"They gave you something more than the money?" she gasped. Mr. Shaw looked questioningly.

"What on earth did they give you?" he queried, totally curious. Callie took a breath, then she smiled and held out her left hand. Chet took a breath and watched the Shaw's reaction to Callie's ring. Mrs. Shaw gasped.

"My dear! Look at that! It's beautiful. Those diamonds look so big and clear!" Mr. Shaw smiled and nodded.

"Yes indeed, That's a real beaut! It looks a lot like an engagement ring though. And wearing it on that finger, Cal. You'd better wear it on another finger if you want to appear available." Callie cleared her throat.

"Well, Mom, Dad, I really don't want to appear available.. Anymore." Chet was pulling at his shirt collar to get some air. Either they were in shock or just didn't yet catch on.." Callie again cleared her throat.

"Mom... Dad... I am engaged." Mrs. Shaw's eyes grew wide.

"But I was under the distinct impression that you and Frank had called it quits and were dating others..." Callie shook her head.

"It isn't Frank, Mom." She said flatly. Mrs. Shaw sat there and blinked for a moment. Her eyes shifted about. They finally focused on Chet, who immediately smiled brightly, somewhat out of fear. Mr. Shaw smiled.

"I got it! Chet Morton, you dog! I knew it. For years I saw you looking at Callie out of the corner of your eye." he looked at the frozen in place Chet and smiling Callie. He gave his daughter a sideways glance with concern. "It is Chet, right, baby?" Callie nodded smiling. Mr. Shaw's smile returned.

"Whew! This is great! Mom, what do you think?" Mrs. Shaw smiled, but was quite teary eyed.

"My baby is getting married." she started sobbing happily. She stood up and hugged Callie. Callie hugged her mother tightly as well and they cried together. Mr. Shaw slapped Chet's back.

"Chet, well I will be. You seized the opportunity. Wow man. This is great." he turned away from the ladies, "quite honestly," he whispered "I am so glad it's you and not Frank. I mean don't take that wrong. Frank is a great guy, but he's a bit...well, it's hard to say. His clock just seems wound a bit too tight. Know what I mean?" Chet smiled.

"I think you and Callie share that opinion quite heartily." he chuckled. Mrs. Shaw finally managed to smile beyond her tears. She walked over to Chet and hugged him.

"Oh, Chet. This is wonderful. You two will be so happy, I know." Chet smiled and nodded.

"I can't imagine anything finer. Getting the money was shallow in comparison. But when Tiffanys gave her the perfect ring that she had picked out beforehand, it was great." He said. Mr. Shaw looked down at the ring again.

"Wow. I am no expert, but I will guess they probably wanted $65 big ones for that. Was I close? 65 grand?" Callie shook her head.

"This ring out the door would cost in the $465,000 range. Give or take a few grand." Mr. Shaw and his wife gasped.

"That ring is worth nearly half a million?" Mr. Shaw asked. "Please hun, don't advertise that everywhere you go. I'd hate that info to go in the wrong ear." Callie nodded.

"I know, dad. I will be careful." Callie said.

The Shaws, having a night of several shocks looked to their daughter. She appeared to be getting quite tired. Chet smiled to her.

"Hey angel, why don't you climb upstairs and hit the sack. We can meet up tomorrow to finish any business and start new business." he smiled. Callie nodded.

"I am beat. We have covered a lot of ground in the last few days. That is a great idea." Her parents nodded approvingly, happy that their daughter was back and going to get some good rest in light of all the events that had recently befallen her.

Callie smiled to Chet and put her arms around him. She kissed him resoundingly. The Shaw's looked at them with approval and smiled. Chet kissed her again.

"Goodnight angel, see ya tomorrow. Goodnight Mr. And Mrs. Shaw." he said waving casually. Iola smiled to the Shaws.

"Night Cal. Night, Mr. Shaw. Night, Mrs. Shaw. Will call tomorrow." Iola waved as she and Chet departed. Callie hugged her mom and dad again and with a smile excused herself to her bedroom. She climbed the stairs and entered. She flipped on the light. She smiled as the light reflected onto her diamond ring. She flipped on her CD player and sorted through her CD collection. She smiled and pulled out the Grateful Dead American Beauty disc and tossed it into the player. She advanced it to Ripple and hit the repeat button. She removed her clothes and flipped the light off and fell into bed. She smiled with contentment as she looked out her window at the stars with the gentle strumming music playing softly. She was soon asleep.

Chet and Iola slid into the Volvo. Iola turned the motor over and with a smile looked over to her brother.

"Relatively painless, bro. A ringing endorsement." Chet was beside himself.

"Ringing endorsement. Yeah, I'd say so. The way Mr. Shaw dissed Frank on top of it. I'd say they were happy. Pretty unlike Mr. Shaw to even make a semi condemnation like that." Iola shrugged then smiled.

"Perhaps he knew something regarding her and Frank beyond what we did. He also knew they were pretty much quits and probably was hoping that she didn't go back to him out of some misguided thoughts." Chet nodded.

"Makes sense. I mean Frank is our good friend but it just would have been tragic to see that relationship stagnate. Besides, I think he will be happy with Tiffany. She is pretty high maintenance though." Iola giggled

"You think?" she giggled. "Those implants are definitely indicators of vanity and self-indulgence." Chet smiled knowing this very well. Iola looked to her brother.

"Where do you want to go? Sleep at the farm, or your apartment?" Chet smiled.

"We can go to the townhouse if you want to avoid excess questions from Mom and Dad for the evening." Iola nodded.

"Might be easier for the evening. Mom gets into her inquisition mood and I get nervous." Chet laughed knowing that his mom was harder on Iola because she was a girl.

"Ok, sis. Let's go there." Iola turned down a side street and headed for downtown where Chet had rented a townhouse. They pulled up before an older brick building. Iola parked and they got out. She and Chet climbed the stoop and he turned a key in the lock. They went in and were greeted to a musty scent. Iola made face

"Chet, did you leave any windows cracked before you left?" Chet grinned sheepishly admitting he had forgot. Iola flipped on a light and looked about the floor disapprovingly. There were several articles of clothes thrown about.

"Well that is one reason you have a smelly apartment. Dirty laundry." Chet grinned defensively.

"Hey, the maid was off last week, what could I do?" Iola chuckled. She looked at Chet with an air of humor knowing that when he and Callie moved in together that he would be in for it if he kept up his decorating standards. She started picking up clothes. A moment later she made a face. She looked about and spied one of Chet's golf clubs. She grabbed it and used it to pick up an article from the floor. Chet grinned sheepishly as his sister held up a black satin bra. She looked it over at a distance. It had rather large cups. Iola raised an eyebrow.

"Tiffany's?" Chet nodded quietly. Iola laughed. "Looks like a double barrel slingshot for cannon balls." she said tossing it into a pile of clothes. "You'd better make sure that such treasures are gone before Callie stops by." Chet nodded soberly.

"Yes, that's for sure. Though there really shouldn't be much else around. That was just hanging around from when Tiffany tried to seduce me by stripping on the kitchen table." Iola made a face.

"Ick. I hope you used Lysol before you ate your next meal." Chet laughed.

"I didn't say I did her on the table." Iola looked up with that look she sometimes had. Clearly indicating disdain.

"Still, if she was grinding her intimate parts on your butcher block I'd be whipping out the bleach." Chet let out a hearty laugh, then yawned.

"Let's get some sleep. The laundry can keep till morning." he started to remove the throw pillows that were on his couch. Iola looked at him dubiously.

"What are you doing?" Chet shrugged.

"I'm pulling out the sofa bed." Iola shook her head.

"You have a regular bed, Chet." Chet nodded.

"Yes, I know. But there is only one bed and two of us." Iola giggled in spite of this.

"Yes, but it's a full-size bed. We can both fit." Chet looked a bit dubious.

"But, isn't that kind of weird?" Iola rolled her eyes.

"Chet, it was probably weirder when you banged Callie in the same room I was sleeping. So, with that in mind. I think since we are just sleeping, it will be ok." Chet shrugged then smiled.

"Yeah, guess you're right." he shrugged walking into the bedroom. He went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. A moment later he came out in boxers and a T-shirt. Iola stood there while her brother got into bed and covered up. Iola proceeded to remove her pants and crop top. Chet raised an eyebrow. Iola rolled her eyes when she saw his expression.

"You didn't think I was going to stay in that tight outfit did you?" she asked walking by him. Chet gestured.

"Well, at least put one of my T-shirts on. That thong and skimpy bra don't leave a whole lot to the imagination." Iola shook her head and smirked at her brother.

"God Chet, you act as if I jump into bed like this you are going to slam me down." Chet shrugged.

"Uh,no! It just makes me a bit uncomfortable, that's all." Iola grinned understandingly.

"Ok,ok." she said walking over to the front of the room and flipping through her brother's drawer. She fished out an old Aerosmith concert T-shirt and tossed it on. It seemed almost tent like since Chet was an extra-large and Iola typically wore a lady's size four. She smiled down at him.

"Is this cover enough?" she quipped flipping around. Chet gave the thumbs up sign and fell back on to his pillow. Iola grinned.

"Well, now that I have this tarp on me I can take this damn bra off." she reached under the shirt and pulled her small black bra off. Chet rolled his eyes. Iola smiled to him knowing he was fairly uncomfortable. But she seldom had the opportunity to get the best of him. She grinned and tossed her bra at his head. Chet half smiled. A look of tolerance painted on his sleepy face. He took the bra and tossed it to the floor. Iola got into bed. She sensed her brother was grumbling. She sidled up next to him.

"Are you ok, Chet?" she asked, "I really don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything." Chet cleared his throat.

"Is that why your pressing those guns into my back?" He complained. Iola giggled and returned to her side of the bed.

"Ok, ok. I will be nice." She fluffed her pillow and laid down quietly. They were soon asleep.

The next morning came fast. At seven sharp Iola was rummaging through Chet's ice box. She managed to find some non-expired eggs and bacon. Soon she had the kitchen smelling with the delicious aroma of breakfast and coffee. Within moments Chet had awaken and followed the scent to the kitchen. He smiled to his sister who was still only wearing his oversized T-shirt and a thong.

"Always like waking up to a beautiful half-dressed woman fixing me breakfast. Too bad we're related. Kills the whole effect for me." He smirked. "Good morning, sis. How goes it?" Iola smiled.

"Not bad, considering I didn't get any last night." Chet looked amused at his sister's gibing.

"Don't look at me. That's Joe's department." Iola giggled.

"You take things so literally. Do you want some breakfast?" Chet nodded gratefully.

"Yes, indeed. Will be nice to eat in a chair and on china for once." Iola served up a couple plates of bacon, eggs and coffee then sat down.

"Well, Joe should be home later today. What ya gonna do first?" Chet asked. She perked her eyebrows at him. Chet rolled his eyes.

"Ok, what are you gonna do second?" She smiled.

"Probably depends if he's busy. But will show him the house for one. Another is getting him to agree to a wedding date. I'm not gonna let that house stay empty because our parents have hang ups." Chet gulped hard.

"Say, that's right. We will catch Hell if we aren't properly married before we move in together." Iola smiled.

"Nothing like having moral parents, huh? Guess they don't want any illegitimate grandkids." Chet looked up.

"Sounds like your gonna be shooting for that from the start." he speculated. Iola smiled as she took a bite of bacon.

"Let's just say I won't be popping any pills daily. And I will tell you one thing now, Chet." she said raising an eyebrow, "Callie is Catholic and just plain refuses to take the pill. So, if you're not wanting little Chet junior crawling around by next Christmas, be careful." Chet smiled.

"Sounds fun. Thanks for the warning." He smirked. "Gonna get to the office and check if anyone has been calling for services or such and see how things are going there." Iola nodded

"Guess I will tag along until Joe gets back. It may be nice to show mom and dad the inside of the house." Chet nodded.

"We are gonna need a lot of stuff to fill that house. You know that?" Iola nodded.

"That will be fun."

"Shopping usually is. I would like to get some good period pieces in there though. I mean furniture wise. Give the place some glass. I mean sure we can buy some new stuff. But, there are some places that simply require a vintage look." Iola shrugged.

"Of course. There is a lot of work to do." Chet sat up.

"And I forgot one of the first places to start. The reason I got a hundred grand off was my broker speculated that there may be some repairs needed. Places like the roof had disclosures of possible repairs needed. So we need to have it inspected. Tony would be the obvious choice since he does that for a living." Iola nodded.

"Better call to check on him anyway." Chet nodded and picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hello, Mrs. Prito? Yes, this is Chet. Fine, thank you. What? Oh yes, thank you very much. Uh huh. Is Tony around this morning? Sure, I can hold." Chet smiled to his sister, "I'm already getting congratulations on my engagement." Iola grinned,

"Get used to it, bro." she started cleaning up the plates. A moment later Chet got connected to Tony.

"Hello Tony. How are you this morning? Is the shoulder alright? Good, glad to hear it. Was curious if you could stop by the office later if you had time. We want to show you the new house. It may need some work. And of course, we thought of you. Why sure, that's fine. Ok. See ya later Tony." he said and hung up.

"He'll stop by the office later this morning." Iola nodded.

"Cool." Chet stood up after she washed the last of the dishes.

"Well, we'd better get on out of here." Iola looked at him with a look of disdain.

"Uhm, don't you think I need to do something first?" She asked with a laugh. Chet smiled. He had zoned the fact that Iola was still in the same lack of clothes she had slept in. He gave a curt smile.

"Gee sis, I thought you were just going to wear that and show yourself off to everyone." Iola rolled her eyes still catching her brothers sarcastic humor from the night before. She smirked.

"Oh, like this?" she briefly pulled up the T-shirt to let her bare breasts stick out. Chet coughed and turned his back.

"Err, yeah. Something like that. I am gonna wait in the car, so you can dress a little more freely." he muttered with a red face as he walked out the door. Iola giggled as she went to get dressed. Ten minutes later she raced down the steps to find a disgruntle Chet in the car.

"Ready, bro?" Chet looked over to her. He knew his sister could be quite the smart ass, but it was always fun. He had made humor of her on many occasions. His face broke into a laughing smile.

"Well, reckon we'll go to the office and check things out." He hit the gas and the car lurched into traffic. Iola looked over to him

"Easy Chet, I still owe on this car." Chet smiled.

"Well then, we will just have to do something about that." he said flatly. Iola's eyes widened.

"But Chet, I owe like twelve grand more on this car." Chet shrugged.

"No difference. Get an exact payoff amount and let me know." Iola leaned over and kissed him

"I think Callie is one lucky lady to be getting you." she smiled. Chet smiled and looked at his sister out of the corner of his eye.

"Thanks, Iola. That means a lot. I have been thinking about something. Tell me what you think." Iola nodded.

"Ok," she turned, giving him her full attention.

"Well, I know Cal drives that beat up car around and was wondering what she might want to replace it. I mean since I wasn't able to actually buy her engagement ring I would at least like to replace her car with something nice." Iola smiled broadly.

"She has had that car since high school. I'm sure she'd like a new one. It probably holds a lot of bad memories to boot." Chet nodded.

"That has been one of my thoughts also. But you don't think she would think it too much for me to do that?" Chet asked concerned. Iola shook her head.

"Not at all. I mean I wouldn't get her a Rolls Royce with a driver or anything. But yes, she would be thrilled." Chet smiled.

"Then I will do it. I don't like her driving around in that old car." Iola smiled. They drove on until they reached the brick building which held their business on the second floor. Chet parked and the pair got out. They climbed the steps where Chet inserted a key into the lock. He pushed away a small pile of what appeared to be junk mail laying on the floor and walked over to his desk. Iola looked through the mail.

"Nothing exciting here." she said casually, "I will check messages." Chet nodded and took out a phone book. He sorted through auto dealer pages. Finally, he found the information he sought and took out a memo pad and wrote down an address. He then went to the coffee maker to start a batch. Iola came back in the office from the reception area.

"No messages that are any more exciting than the mail. Here, let me help you. Your coffee sucks." Chet grinned knowing this was true.

"Thanks." he started, "by the way can you run interference for me with Callie today while I take care of that transportation issue?" Iola nodded affirmatively.

"I forgot. You now have the ability to just go write a check for a car. Sure, I will take her to lunch. Or maybe she will take me to Lunch. We can meet some friends and she can wave that ring around and I can show off my diamonds too." Chet smiled.

"That should be fun, Iola. Thanks, I will probably wait for Tony to stop by and take him." Iola nodded.

"Cool. I will give her a ring and see if she wants to meet." she walked into the other room. She came back five minutes later.

"I am going to go pick her up. She doesn't have her car." Chet smiled.

"Not yet she doesn't." he quipped with a smile. Iola smiled.

"Where do you want to meet later? The house?" Chet asked. Iola nodded.

"That will be fine. Ring my car phone when you want us over that way. Though we may already be there." Chet nodded.

"Sounds good. Now don't lead on I am doing this for her." Iola shook her head.

"She will not know a thing. Later, bro." she promised and walked out. Chet smiled at the idea of buying his wife to be a new car. She had gone most of her life without anything especially nice. In the material sense anyway. Not that Chet had any intent of flooding her life with material items to make up for other areas where he should be present. He did want to do some nice things for her however. And this was one of them.

Chet busied himself with attending to his office's neglected duties.

A little after nine Tony walked in.

"Hiya Chet!" Tony greeted. He seemed to look a lot better after some much-needed rest. Chet stood up and smiled.

"Hey there Tony! Feeling better this morning?" Tony nodded affirmatively.

"Oh yeah! A good night sleep does wonders. Plus, the fact my parents didn't freak when they learned I had a brush in with a bullet. They made our family doctor see me an hour ago and he said all should heal up fine." Chet smiled.

"Very cool, dude. So, you got some free time?" Tony nodded.

"Oh yes. Dad has taken the controls at the company to give me some recuperation time. So, I am totally free. What's up?" he asked. Chet beamed.

"Well, I need you and your car for one. Iola took her car to go get Callie and of course my ride is still in Pennsylvania, or making its way here." Tony nodded.

"Sounds cool, as long as you don't want to go bowling." he joked. Chet laughed.

"Nah, nothing so exciting, but was wanting to go get Callie a new car." Tony nodded.

"She needs one, that's for sure. Dealers are all open now, should we get on it?" Chet nodded. He picked up his memo pad.

"Let's do it." The pair left the office and walked out to Tony's car and hopped in. Tony started the motor and turned to Chet.

"Where to, boss?" he asked. Chet looked down to the memo pad.

"Why don't you head down to Hawthorn and 35th." Tony nodded. He turned to Chet with a slight smile.

"That's where all the good dealers are, Chet. Is Callie getting something nice?" He asked with a laugh. Chet smiled.

"Let us see what we can find." Tony turned the car onto the street and with a burst was on his way. After turning on Rucker he drove to the 35th Street intersection and proceeded through it. The street gradually transformed from residential to commercial. Tony looked up and noticed the streets he was passing.

"We should hit Hawthorn in a few moments here, Chet. I think there's a dealer on every corner. Which one are we going to?" he asked. Chet gave a smile as they pulled up to the corner of Hawthorn. He pointed to a large sign that said: Bayport Jaguar.

Tony raised his eyebrows at his friend.