Though it doesn't often happen, Dawg decides to humor the little man and his inane line of questioning. It must be that the warm sun, the soothing sound of waves crashing and the exquisite beauty he is sharing a blanket with have taken the edge off.
He winks in Kashta's direction and says to Crick, "Let's sit down and discuss this over a drink". Crick nervously utters, "Uh...uh...I don't drink and I can only speak directly with the party in question". Dawg assures Crick that he has personally handled all of Kashta's "assets" and will see to it that he gets the answers he's looking for. Kashta nods in agreement and Crick and Dawg take to the shade of the oceanfront cocktail lounge.
They sit at the bar and Dawg is amused as he notices Crick's feet dangling in the air several inches from the floor. Dawg calls to the bartender, "I'll take a 25yr Chivas Regal and a Shirley Temple for my friend here." Crick proceeds to go into detail about the problems with Kashta's paperwork and Dawg makes sure to nod every couple of minutes as he is only slightly paying attention while he sips his second scotch. Dawg slowly unwraps a cigar bites the tip off and lights it up...blowing a smoke ring in the direction of the agent. Dawg stops Crick in mid sentence and says, "Could I take a look at the paperwork you keep referring to?" The agent reaches into his breifcase and pulls out a bundle of what appears to be bank statements for several offshore bank accounts with Kashta's name all over them. Dawg quickly assesses the situation and notices that the printing is smudged and that the papers wreak of cheap whiskey and cigarettes.
"Mr. Crick", Dawg announces..."Please take a close look at this paperwork here." Dawg points to the smudged fingerprints on several of the pages. He also points out that Kashta's social security number is not correct. Crick does a double take and replies, "This appears to be a forgery and I will quickly get to the bottom of this...sorry for wasting your time, Sir." The agent takes the last sip of his Shirley Temple and shuffles across the beach back to where he came from.
The next morning Dawg awakens to a beam of sunlight glaring through the drawn curtains. He rolls over and places a gentle kiss on Kash's forehead and strokes the soft skin of her shoulder. He puts on his robe and heads to the front door. Dawg opens the door and picks up his specially delivered issue of that morning's ACVille Times and reads the headline, "Man Detained For IRS Fraud In Attempt To Discredit Mayor Kashta." In the picture he sees Chill with his hair all disheveled and a black eye, standing holding a mug shot sign. Dawg thinks to himself...I bet he wishes he stayed DEAD. He grins, and walks back to the bedroom. As he enters and closes the door behind him he thinks...this is going to be another wonderful day.