I might be able to find something ... appropriate?" I suggested carefully.She turned and walked to me. "Would you trust me ... trust my judgement?" Of...course." I wasn't lying. I did trust her."Well then, it's still early, why don't we head for the village and look about in the art and gift shops. Tomorrow, there's an outdoor market with arts and crafts at the Cates farm. I went there last year and got some neat stuff for my place." Tell me about your pictures and prints. Most of them feature. Every day that he didn’t call was a huge disappointment . This was a man who called every day to harass her. How could he take a second week off? Didn’t he need to control her like she needed to be controlled by him? Doubt crept into Amaya’s every thought as she wondered if Wesley might have grown bored with her.During the third week, Amaya suspected that she was being observed. There was no proof of it, but it eased her anxieties. Perhaps the reason he hadn’t called was because she was. "She's one of my house negras." I see," the policewoman said, and then looked at our lawyer. "And you are..." John Franks. I'm Mr. Reiser's attorney in this matter." Why do you need an attorney, Mr. Reiser?" the male detective asked with some feigned pleasant curiousity.Mr. Franks held up his hand at that, before my Master could answer."Everyone needs an attorney, Detective," he said. "Don't take it personally. Mr. Reiser is just exercising his rights." Of course," the policeman agreed, but he. "Well have her come down to my lab as soon as she's here." He stood up to leave, a new smile appearing on his face. "It may be fun having another woman join us."Kelly, ever the persistent and unsympathetic one asked, "Do you want another girl or a old woman?" Her mom raised an eyebrow and David laughed at his sisters blunt words. "We'll see."SSoL 2: IIIThe perfect woman was found, at least it sounded like the perfect person to help with all their problems. The biggest problem was her husband.