Glen realised that not much more than an hour after he tore into Gavin the night before, his son had gone out and killed again. It beggared belief and...his mind was made up more than ever that Gavin would have to move out of the house. He even thought about contacting the police himself, but he knew that Christine and Fiona would never forgive him. It saddened him when he realised that he was actually sorry that they had ever taken Gavin in.The short drive home was still long enough for him to. Let me assure you that we don't, although Karen has given the impression at times. All this put my poor Deirdre in a difficult situation. She did not dare to form relationships with boys for fear of angering us, and she didn't form relationships with girls because this runs against her inclination. All this made her very lonely, and she never got to practice all the little mating dances."Joey's face showed his embarrassment. "Ms. Darling, what has this got to do with me?" Everything! Deirdre. I asked Jan for a loan."Why," she asked."I want to race the car!" I said."That little bug — it seems like a waste of money," she said."I promise you — I'll pay you back every penny."--I spent time and money on the car, boosting his undercarriage a bit, and tweaking the pre-mix. Herbie didn't seem to mind a bit. He kept thing's quiet when Jan got near or in the car. I guess you could say that we had a secret from her. The annual 50-lap race at Laguna Seca was coming up, the same race my dad won. Barb would have to be someone's victim. His mind reading was strictly one on one so it had taken quite a while to find the right person. With everything else he had going, looking for an appropriate thug took a back burner but he finally came across a couple of punks who were more than likely going to prison anyway.The rest was simple. He made sure all parties were at the right place at the right time with the right inclinations, and they had shot Barb in the head just like he planned. It was.