From: magsrose@comcast.net   
      
   by MagsRose   
   See chapter 1 for headers   
      
   Chapter 6 - 4   
      
   Once the large party arrived at the Highland Games, everyone went off   
   to do what each needed to do. The girls all had to sign in for the   
   dance competitions and get their numbers. Becky helped them with that.   
   Frohike went off to track down the rest of the Gunmen. The other   
   adults and Ian made final preparations in the booth for the day's sales.   
      
   Emma saw very little of her father, Byers, Jimmy and Langly but she   
   knew that they were scattered around the grounds, trying to blend in   
   and watching for their suspect. She never saw Yves or if she did, Emma   
   did not recognize her in disguise. There were so many people and so   
   much activity that it would have taken a great deal of concentration   
   and close observation to recognize the mysterious woman in the crowd.   
   Emma had too much to see and do to bother with something she had been   
   forbidden to attempt anyway.   
      
   Between dances and costume changes, Megan, Rachel, and Emma would run   
   back to the Scottish Sword and Shield booth to see how things were   
   going or just to sit down out of the bustle for a while. Sales were   
   respectable but not spectacular. There was a lot of interest in the   
   antique swords and dirks but no one had bought any of them yet.   
      
   At lunchtime there was a break in the competition schedule. The three   
   'dancing princesses' as Bruce called them, went off to find a spot to   
   eat their lunches of scotch pies and lemonade and to watch the mass   
   bands. To Emma this was one of the high points of the weekend. Several   
   bagpipe bands came to the Games every year to compete against each other.   
      
   During the Opening Ceremonies all the bands would march into the   
   grandstand area playing in unison. The effect was nearly overwhelming.   
   The sound of so many bagpipes playing the same song, the sharp sound   
   of the snare drums, and the deep booming of the bass drums that you   
   could feel in your chest. It was exhilarating and mournful at the same   
   time. It made Emma think of her mother. This was something they had   
   always shared.   
      
   A lone piper played 'Amazing Grace' in memory of those who died on   
   9/11. When the rest joined in, she barely managed to win the battle   
   with her emotions. She wasn't supposed to suppress her feelings but   
   there was a time and a place for that and this was neither.   
      
   During the boring speeches the folks that ran the Games insisted on   
   doing in the middle of the massed bands performance, Emma looked   
   around at the audience. She noticed a familiar face.   
      
   Surprised, she leaned out behind Rachel to get a better look. It had   
   to be him. Emma poked Rachel in the ribs, "Don't look yet, but the man   
   on the other side of you, two rows up, in the blue shirt…Okay, look now."   
      
   Rachel turned to see the man Emma was talking about. Megan had   
   overheard the comment and looked at him also. "Yeah, what about him?"   
   Rachel wondered.   
      
   "I know him. He's a friend of my dad's. I wonder what he's doing here?"   
      
   Megan gestured to all the people in the grandstands. "He's probably   
   doing what everyone else is doing."   
      
   Emma shook her head. "I don't know. I told him about it and he didn't   
   say anything about coming."   
      
   Rachel took another peek. "But he's wearing a kilt. He probably just   
   didn't tell you he was going to be here."   
      
   "My dad and all the guys are wearing kilts. That doesn't mean anything."   
      
   All three girls turned and looked at the man again. This time he   
   decided to smile and wave at them. His cover was blown anyway. He   
   shouldn't have chosen a seat so close to them. He figured they would   
   be too engrossed in the goings on down on the field to notice him. The   
   only way to salvage the situation was to recognize the acquaintance.   
   He got up and climbed down the bleachers to sit by them.   
      
   Emma made introductions. "Agent Doggett, these are my friends Megan   
   and Rachel."   
      
   Doggett smiled and said, "Hello, girls, are you having a good time?"   
      
   Megan spoke for herself and her sister. "Yes, thank you."   
      
   Emma's curiosity bordered on rudeness, "You didn't say you were coming   
   here."   
      
   "You spoke so highly of it, I thought I'd better check it out,"   
   Doggett lied but he did it well enough that Emma bought it.   
      
   Looking around the bleachers, she asked, "Did you come by yourself?"   
      
   He watched her searching and answered the question she didn't ask,   
   "No, Monica is not here."   
      
   "That's too bad. She would have liked it, too."   
      
   "She wanted to come but she had something she needed to do."   
      
   "Maybe next time." Emma's matchmaking tendencies had the two of them   
   paired off. Her first goal was to get Jimmy and Yves together but   
   Monica and Agent Doggett where next on her list.   
      
   The dignitaries at the microphone continued to drone on and on. Rachel   
   was getting bored and made a suggestion. "Why don't we go see the   
   painting now while most of the people are here? We can hear the bands   
   again tomorrow."   
      
   This sounded like a good idea. Emma asked Agent Doggett, "Do you want   
   to come with us?"   
      
   "All right," he agreed, "Let's go." Doggett figured since he was   
   busted he might as well go with them instead of trying to follow them   
   when he would be too obvious. They climbed down off the bleachers   
   excusing themselves to the many people who were trying to listen to   
   the speeches. Once clear of the crowd, they headed to the building   
   where the painting was housed.   
      
   "Is the kilt yours or did you borrow it?" Emma asked, trying to make   
   conversation.   
      
   "It's mine."   
      
   "Seriously?" Emma was again surprised but then it did look like it was   
   made for him and he seemed very comfortable in it.   
      
   "Yup. Clan Campbell, on my mother's side." He told the truth that   
   time. The kilt was his and he occasionally wore it at formal family   
   events such as weddings.   
      
   "Why didn't you tell me?"   
      
   "It never came up."   
      
   "But I talked about the Highland Games the last couple of times you   
   came by the warehouse."   
      
   "I know but you never asked me if I was Scottish."   
      
   They arrived at the spot where they could view the painting. There was   
   no line outside and only a very short one inside. Most of the Games   
   participants were still awaiting the second half of the massed bands   
   performance.   
      
   While waiting in line, Emma explained to her two young friends that   
   Agent Doggett worked for the FBI. He was nice enough to show them his   
   official FBI identification card, the one with his picture on it. Both   
   girls were impressed.   
      
   They finally got close enough to see the painting. Doggett spotted an   
   old friend across the hall. He excused himself to do a little catching   
   up but still be close by. No one had gotten in line behind the girls   
   so they were able to examine the painting undisturbed.   
      
      
   It was a lot bigger than they had imagined. Pat had been selling   
   prints of it for years, so they were quite familiar with the picture   
   but were not prepared for the fact that it was at least four feet tall   
   and nearly eight feet wide.   
      
   "Wow, it's huge!" Rachel stepped back to get a better view.   
      
   "Yeah, the pictures Grandpa sells are a lot smaller." Megan noted. The   
      
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