Without a word as she finished plating her breakfast and putting it on the table, she suddenly turned on him and spat. "Do you think I am stupid David... didn't you think I would be able to see what you have been looking at on the internet while my back was turned". "Bu... but..", he started to stammer, but she cut him off sharply. "Sites of big fat women squashing men, trampling on them, sitting on them and smothering them, is that what you want from me" ? Before he could even think of an answer. “There’s the attic. I haven’t been up there since I arrived. And then there is the basement. I’ve been there but haven’t touched anything.”“Any other place?” the detective asked, trying to pick my brain.A light bulb came on in my mind and I said, “Oh, yes, the garage. There’s so much junk piled up in there, however. Plus, it’s locked up with a chain. I meant to clean it out, but my brother was very adamant and told me not to touch his stuff.”“We’ll start with the attic first and later come back. We made our way to the meeting room to look over the print one more time before Tony, Kathy and Janet went over the presentation again. Marcy wanted to review the cost again and that did not surprise me one bit. We looked at several different layouts for the airport. We had several weeks before we needed to make a decision about the final layout.Tony gave us the outline of the project. First Janet's engineering prints for the runoff ponds would be sent directly to EPA administrators for. This was a lot of new information to process. They stopped in front of her house. As she got out, Marcus came bursting through the door, running down the sidewalk to her. "Mom! Are you okay? Where's your car? Are you okay?" "I'm fine, Marcus." she smiled at him. "The car's fine, too, but we're going to have to get it out of impound somehow, I'm afraid. I got a speeding ticket." "Oh no." he said, his face falling. "That's it, then. No football for me this year. I'm getting a job." "No,.