Douglas Dorow - The Ninth District

“Hmm, Hostage Rescue Team. So, you’re ready to give up small-time bank criminals and go after terrorists? Sounds exciting.” Jack stuck out his hand, “Congratulations.”

“I figured now’s the time to do it. And this case was exciting, bigger then a onetime bank heist. I’m young, in shape, unattached. The SAC said to report to Quantico after Labor Day, so I have about a month to get my shoulder ready. He’s giving me the shot, but I need to earn the spot.”

“You’ll do fine,” Jack said. “OK, kids. Time to share some of that loot with Mom, me and Ross.” He put his hand down. “Daddy tax time.”

The last float of the parade with the Aquatennial royalty passed in front of them. The Commodore, dressed in his whites looking like a boat captain, the Queen of the Lakes and the princesses in their white dresses and tiaras, all waved the parade wave. Willy stood up and saluted. A princess blew him a kiss and he turned his head, scrunched up his shoulders, embarrassed, and sat back down. "I think you have an admirer Willy, or was that kiss for Ross?”

Ross answered, “Wasn’t mine.”

“Willy has a girlfriend,” Lynn teased her brother.

As the final float passed, the people on the sidewalk started to move away from their stations on the curb. Many started heading towards the river. This was the last day of the summer celebration and a large fireworks display marked the end.

“OK, gang.” Jack said. “What’s say we all wonder down to the river and watch the fireworks.”

Julie squeezed Jack’s hand. “That would be nice since we missed them last week.”

The kids stood up. “You joining us, Ross?” Jack asked.

“Wouldn’t miss it.”