I put out my hand, and having been taught the ritual, she opened her mouth and let the key to the handcuffs drop onto my palm. “You are welcome here...” I said, and with a tear in her eye, she walked slowly into my living room, found an empty spot, and fell to her knees. “Why were you sent?” Here was a question I had never asked a supplicant. Stifling a sob, she whined, “My Father caught me in bed with Ren…” she began crying,”We weren’t doing anything, just fooling around, but daddy called me a. She waited until the owner of the car left the motel for lunch and she made her move. She walked in the office and rented a room right beside his. Her plan was simple. The fact that they had never met face to face gave her an edge she would use to make this a meeting neither would forget. When he returned she put her plan into action. She stepped out of her room just as he was walking up the open air corridor in which both of their rooms resided. She allowed the door to slam shut and acted. It was dark, and the lights from the house only hit one side of the hot tub. I was in the shadows.Then I realized that the two people who had gotten in were boys, John Martin and Fred Dibble to be exact. I slid my head back up for a look and saw their dates standing beside the tub. Both had chickened out and worn bathing suits and both were shivering.John yelled out "Come on in, the water's fine." As he did he stood up. He was naked.Cindy, John's date, said "John, you don't have anything. "Hard to forget her. In that case, I'll make you a small list so that the trip shan't be wasted. I assume you won't take the wagon."Beall nodded, rereading the letter from Wainright. "Says he caught one, and that's underlined, one murderer. Wonder which one since he's got three to deal with, at least." Well, you've got three bodies of your own out here that you've been fretting about for some years now, so I guess you're even." That's true. Somehow, I think all six of these poor folks are.