Neither of our moms had not done well on their CAP tests either. Kelly, my older sister, had really bombed out on hers. I'd always suspected that she ...as a real airhead, but, come on, a 4.2? The two extra picks that Queenie would be getting, I hadn't really given that much thought to.A large part of the reason why I'd wanted to become a Confederacy volunteer in the first place had been to keep my family safe. I'd just assumed that Queenie felt the same way I did.When she first told me that she. I feel bad, yeah, but… Well, maybe he could do a little asking around, see if anyone who knew her might know where she was. Perhaps she’d gotten frustrated and taken off for a few days. Maybe she’s just as psycho as the rest of her family seems to be, Avery thought. Maybe…ugh, this sucks. He stepped outside into air that, while not exactly fresh, was a heck of a lot less musty. It was true that he didn’t owe Cypress or her family anything. It was also true that they might all be crazy and she’d. He found himself relieved. She would take him as simply Jack Travers; instead of Jack Travers, writer of sexy romances.They chatted for a couple of hours that evening, feeding each other information about themselves as they chatted in private while chatting with the group in the room, and he discovered that she was a bit shy.The second night, after she thanked him for the roses, they discussed family. She was an only child of deceased parents. They had taken their own lives five years before. I made an immediate trip back into the tent and found the keys in a jacket hanging from a hook on the back tent pole. It had been there the whole time and I hadn't noticed. That bothered me; for some reason I didn't like missing details, despite having spent the past twenty years with fading vision, bad eyes and non-existent reflexes.The left side saddlebag produced the bike's title and registration and, surprisingly, a sheaf of paperwork from Eastside Harley Davidson in Bellevue, Washington. I.