.I mean....I don't think so. Maybe." Dan sounded very unsure of himself. "Maybe? Maybe?" Jenny said incrediously. "This is turning into a nightmare. D... you realize what could happen if...." Jenny's eyes started to water."Nothing will happen." Dan said putting his arm around his mother and pulling her close. "Nate is a complete freak and would never say a word to anyone about anything, and that's if he even knows anything anyway. If you're worried about Tammy...don't be. She has so many. I did look at it after I pulled into the Denny's parking lot. A text from Clarissa with just one word "SORRY".It was better than nothing but I was not looking forward to the rest of the week at home other than the golf game with Julie and the guys on Saturday. Hopefully the weather would be good.Once in the office and sure that Clarissa was also in, I called her."Hi Clarissa, please..."Terry, I'm so sorry about this morning. I keep screwing up. Please, can you forgive me?" Yeah, yeah this time.. Following him was my old friend from the FBI, SAC Charles Dupree, rumpled suit and all. To me, that rumpled suit was more a sign of authority than any rank insignia ever. In J. Edgars FBI, it was a cardinal sin not to be in a pressed suit. If SAC Dupree was senior enough to be in a rumpled suit, that meant few, if any FBI agents, could jack him up over it.I had first met SAC Dupree during an uncomfortable interview when I was accused of assaulting a federal officer. Using the counter. "What are you doing up?" I inquired in a cracking voice.Still rubbing her eyes, she looked up at me, concern obvious in her expression. "I thought I heard something," she said, stifling a yawn. "I thought maybe it was Dr. Singh coming to get Max."Wobbly, I crossed the room and shifted two of the window slats to peer out. No lights, no car in the driveway. Looking at the bedside cock, I was both surprised and chagrined to see that it was only 10:38 PM. I had thought for certain it was later. The.