Chapter Forty-Six
Thick black military boots march up the steps, vibrating the walkways around the viewing arena in the warehouse. The hundred plus uniformed men all come to attention facing the raised platform. Jim and Bob are shaved with short hair and dressed in full high ranking military uniforms. They check their watches. Bob has a large cream plaster over his nose. His eyes are badly bruised.
The lights come on across the warehouse. The concealed back door opens briefly showing the dimly red lit parlor behind. Grandfather strides across the platform in high boots and stops in the center of Jim and Bob, towering above them both.
He looks at the assembly. Lifting up his right hand he shows the black leather palm to his soldiers. They all drive their heels into the floor and stretch
