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you arrived? Stop denying the obvious. She wants some Ranger meat.” Reggie kept coaxing. “She’s a babe. You’re not gay, right?”
    Tyler gave him a disgusted look.
    “Hey, don’t ask, don’t tell is over. I’m just asking.
    “No, Reggie. I’m not gay. I’m just dedicated to my mission. She should understand that. She’s a hot African Nefertiti, and definitely a catch, but in a Ranger’s status, the mission is always the primary. Distractions get you killed. I survived Afghanistan. I won’t get killed at home because I want to see what her inner thighs smell like. Many men were ambushed by Punjabi female assassins because they were carnally distracted, I know she’s not an assassin, but those feminine wiles are just as distracting. I really don’t think she knows how sexy she really is, but Ranger training will make me prioritize. Mission first, Sheddi later.”
    Reggie knew Tyler was tough, but discipline wasn’t what he thought would guide him.
    “You’re tougher than I could ever be. If she arbitrarily kissed me, we’d see how strong my mattress springs were.”
    “That’s the difference between a vet, and a civilian who never went in the service, Reggie. We know to wait, good things always come down the pike.”
    As Reggie listened to Tyler, he just kept him company until the Shepards returned. The next day would get very interesting
     
     

Chapter Seven:   Covertness can get Deadly
     
    It was six in the morning. Tyler and Sheddi were on I-295 on the way to Woodstock, and Tyler spoke,
    “I knew Woodstock was in New York State. Why did Detective Tanaka say it was in Pennsylvania?”
    “Knocks knows I’m from Ghana, and I travel by landmarks. I wouldn’t know if Woodstock would be northern, southern, eastern, or western from Queens. He did that for me,” she explained.
    ”So you don’t know of the famous 1969 concert.”
    “About as much as you know of Willian Edward Burghardt Du Bios’ death in Acura.” She wanted to prove her point, but Tyler was resilient.
    “At least I know who W. E. B. Du Bois was. He was born in Massachusetts. Jimmy Hendrix was worldwide, and I bet you don’t know him.”
    “I know of Mister Hendricks.” She didn’t.  “He was your president… once?”
    Tyler just grinned.
    He put in a CD, and All Along the Watchtower came through his speakers.
    “Yeah, President Hendrix can rock.”
    They listened to the riffs of the guitar, and Sheddi had to ask.
    I like this. Does he live in New York?”
    “His gravesite is in Renton Washington, He died in ’70.”
    “And you still listen to him after 46 years?”
    Tyler looked at her as if she shot his dog.
    “There are few great wielders of the axe. Satriani, and Malmsteen are still alive, but Stevie Ray Vaughan, Michael Hedges, and Hendrix are dead. Jimmy was the left handed gift from God. I keep him like others keep The Beatles or Elvis.”
    That was one thing about Tyler. It doesn’t matter the age, he keeps what he loves.
    Sheddi remembered the asinine kiss she gave him.
    “Look. Tyler, about last night…”
    He cut her off.
    “Marnu really pulled it off with Salom. She slapped him on the shoulder for calling her a bitch, but the scene is set for tonight.”
    “You know that wasn’t what I was talking about.”
    “That’s the only thing we didn’t talk about last night because you went to sleep.”
    “He was going to make this difficult.
    “I’m talking about me kissing you.”
    Tyler tried to avoid this conversation, but he knew it was coming. Woodstock couldn’t get there fast enough.
    “We talked about that already. You slipped, the incident is over.”
    “Wow. A man doesn’t want to talk about what I want to. Why am I surprised?”
    Tyler knew he was being hard to talk to, but he wanted to stay on mission. Sheddi’s aggravated pout change that.
    “Look, Sheddi. You’re an investigative photographer, I’m an Army vet. We’re both in the same thing, sort of. You know if you get