We have lots to talk about.”“I don’t want to come in. Just give me the check.”“Please, Maryam. Come in and stay a while.”Maryam looked him...over suspiciously. She walked in, and Queresh closed and locked the door. From the kitchen emerged a tall and bulky figure.“Remember me?” asked Vasilla, having progressed in conversational English.“I have no idea who you are,” she replied.“I represent Syedna Tariq Bengaliwala.”“If you want the baby, the baby isn’t here. You’ll never find him. The city is. "What?" It?s all been explained to the relative authorities, and to your MSFleader. Although after your experience you may want to just go home." What did you say to them exactly?" Rose was surprised and completelyrelieved, but she still wanted clarification."That Joshua was really Vincent, a serial killer we?d been hunting forages. Who had a particular vendetta against you. And who?d come here tokill you. But in the process of defending yourself it was him that waskilled. So you have no case. Four scoops, not two, Craig was home, Chris sleepily reminded herself. A trace of a smile crept across her face and she mentally forced it away. It wasn’t a “I’m so happy my son is home safe and sound” kind of smile but more of a sly smile like when someone has a secret about someone else. Chris busied herself with making breakfast, knowing that her son was already up and would soon join her.“I’m gonna jump in the shower,” said Craig, barging into her thoughts.“Ok, sweetie. Breakfast will be. ”“You forgot all about the plan.”“Sorry about that.”“That whole family is evil.”“What makes you say that?”“I’m engaged to be married.”“Me too.”“You don’t look happy.”“Neither do you.”“Aren’t we a pair?”“Yes.”“Have you got your gun?”“Yes, I do,” Melinda answered holding up the pistol case. She fully expected him to ask her to use it on him.“I guess that we had better head over to the Ables family picnic,” Jim said.Pointing to the rear wheel, Melinda asked, “Is that tire flat?”“No,” Jim said.