Shrugging again, John said, "Can't see why not, if we use cutouts to handle the details." "Cutouts?" asked Mandi. "Go-betweens," said John. "With anonymous seed money." "Aw, dammit!" said Mandi, "Speak English." Cade laughed at John's expression and said, "They'd set someone up with a few bucks and an office. That someone would find local advertiser-sponsors who'd supply the place, the bleachers or whatever, the refreshments, crowd control, security, and all the other stuff an event needs." With a little grin, he added, "All you'd have to do is show up, show off a bit, and smile a lot for the cameras. Think you could handle that, ma'am?" Mandi gave him a mock glare and smilingly asked, "How would you like to be dropped from ten thousand feet?" "No sweat. Been there. Dunnit." With a saccharine-sweet little smile, Mandi asked, "Without a parachute?" "Yup." Glancing disbelievingly at John, Mandi said, "Bullshit." "Nope," said Cade. "You said 'without a parachute'. We'll stop at my house so I can change into my flight suit." Her gaze narrowed as her head canted slightly. "You have a flight suit?" "Sure do. Got it to use with my Falcon 195." Again glancing at John, Mandi said, "Okay, I'll ask. What's a Falcon 195?" "A hang glider." One of Mandi's eyebrows went up as she peered at Cade, then she looked at John and said firmly, "Okay. He'll do." "Glad to hear it," said John. "Do for what, exactly?" Laughing shortly, she said, "Just about anything, I expect." Chapter Nine