He had pulled up stakes and gone on to his next assignment and left her to clean up this mess."The Sheriff had a talk with Michelle a few days ago. Wo...d is, and don't kill me for telling you this, he gave her an ultimatum. Either you or her job."Nick felt like a fist had struck him in his stomach. Why hadn't he seen this coming? Some detective he was. He hadn't even been able to take care of Michelle and keep her from harm. No wonder she had picked the job over him.He had been waiting for her. Where am I? I cannot move, though I am not restrained.I cannot see, though I am not blindfolded.I am laying on my back on something cold and hard...a marble or granite surface. I am nude as best I can tell. The cool, dank air is tickling my skin all over. There is musky smell in the air. A basement? no. there is something clean about the smell. It's somewhere old, I smell old polished wood, and stone...a church? perhaps.There is a soft droning sound. It's not unpleasant or pleasant. . Think again .[13:08:49] love life: byebye debbie[13:08:52] love life: enjoy your time[13:14:19] debbie mcclure: byeee[13:15:45] love life: love is from jesus[13:16:06] love life: i hope you beleive in love like me[13:16:25] love life: are you still angry ?[13:16:32] debbie mcclure: i dont beleave in god thanks#[13:16:38] love life: ahhhhhhhhhhh[13:16:42] love life: seriously[13:16:47] debbie mcclure: aaah yea[13:16:51] debbie mcclure: i habe a brain[13:16:52] debbie mcclure: have[13:17:09] love. . . 634 . . . I could probably get laid tonight if I called my ex, the art student with daddy issues. . . . 636 . . . I stopped and faced her door. Was she even home? Would she even want to see me. That made me feel better. I had probably pissed her off. With that thought, I turned and started back. The door opened. “Hey, Jack,” a familiar voice said. “Where ya going, Jack?” Slowly, I turned back to her. She leaned casually against the door frame. Her long, black hair fell loosely over her.