"You've enjoyed going out more and more lately, perhaps that marriage counseling is working!" Not wanting to spoil his wife's fine mood, Troy would no... and smile a bit as he took another bite of his Key Lime Pie. He couldn't tell his wife the only reason they were eating out four days a week was so that he could call in their new babysitter, Sarah.Sarah McCormick was a college junior at a school in Branson. She was home for the summer. One after Karen had lost their youngest, Sammy, in a. They had made plans to meet in her city at her favorite coffee house in two days time.He double checked himself in the mirror, his face was shaved, his short brown hair was styled, his white shirt and gray slacks clung just right to his tall, slim frame. He frowned at the hereditary, slightly dark circles under his chestnut brown eyes, but he felt confident when he left the house. He texted her saying he would be a few minutes later, to which she responded that it wasn't a problem. He was a. The police weren’t really searching too intently. The emotions I felt from them were, well ... uncaring and lackadaisical. “Bastards,” I said to myself. I conjured an image of the lead investigator’s face and would track down to have a word with him or her later.I almost missed it, but there was something else. Sorrow and sadness. Someone that knew Meredith and her family had come in here and sat at this desk. This person had feelings of great loss, almost like a family member would. My first. " She stood with her arms crossed and one foot out, tapping on the floor like a petulant child.Mac couldn't really think of a good reason why Tess couldn't have her boyfriend over. "Alright, but he has to be out of here by midnight." One," Tess returned with a smile."Okay, one o'clock but no later." Thank you," Tess said and rushed up to Mac and hugged him.The hug lasted a lot longer than it should have. Mac finally had to pry her hands from him. "Uh... Tess, I have to get to work." He felt.