" Doc's face got a bit red when he faced his daughter. "But I did not send your mother away! I told you, she stole the device-" I don't believe you. I...heard the fights." The daughter crossed her arms.It was a nosey question but the obvious one. "Was she dissatisfied with your sex life?" Sex?" they shouted in unison."Jazz, I think you should leave," said Doc."I will not! Charlie needs someone to protect him. From you." Jazz's face held my attention. I hung on her every word. "Besides, I know. A typical conversation would go something like this:"I just sold ABC ten thousand Mark 16B widgets and they have to have them by the first of the month." Sorry Rachel, the line is set up for the Mark 10As right now. It will be the tenth before I can run the 16Bs." But the customer will cancel if he doesn't get them by the first." Sorry, nothing I can do. You get a copy of the production schedule every week so you should know where we are."She would lose the commission and sometimes even lose. She was happy to see that the roads were still in good repair, although she knew that, this too, would pass. Her Bakersfield Police car was long gone by now, she’d long since traded it in on a box truck that had belonged to an upscale furniture company in Las Vegas. Behind her truck, she towed a small Honda that she used whenever she was searching street by street. Her truck was rated for 20,000 pounds, and even though she had nowhere near that much weight in the back, she’d opted for the truck. She must have the courage to go to the police as soon as … But then, other hands grabbed her shoulders, and she was roughly turned over to lie on her back. The sun in her eyes obscured her vision, but she could see two dark shapes bending over her. She tried to struggle up, but her shoulders were pinned to the floor – then she felt a hand moving over her exposed breasts, and she screamed again. ‘Oh, no!’ Anne cried, as she realised that the nightmare was not over. ‘No! Please! No more!’ Then.