"I agreed, and we hung up. I took the phone downstairs, and went back and laid on my bed, trying to read Silas Marner. For whatever reason, the mundan...ness of the people's lives fascinated me, so simple and uncomplicated. I read about half of the story, stopped, and went back and reread part of it. Maybe I was missing something important. Maybe their lives weren't mundane? Could their emotions and circumstances be as tangled as mine and Lyn's? Didn't hardly seem possible; but then, they were. The girls hadn't noticed and I hadn't told them. I was waiting for the hammer to fall I guess. So now I was called into the sitting room immediately after breakfast this Saturday morning by one of the co-eds who lived here. When the landlady closed the door and locked it I just knew I would be told to pack up and take my stepsister with me. I glanced over to her window looking out to the east and thought of escaping up into the Laguna Mountains. I could smell the odor of flowers still blooming. I had the habit of not turning mine off. Dad told me you never knew what would be significant. He’d always kept his on when in the field, plus as an FYC, I was supposed to, so I did it.Zoey and I had always made sure ours were on before we entered any premises or interviewed anyone. She was like my dad in this respect. It surprised me just how often our footage made a difference in court with sorting out a lot of her type of cases.Each cam imprinted the wearer’s Police badge number, the date. The Moores had a six-foot wooden fence around their yard to wall off their in-ground pool, which I hadn’t even been in five years.The short thin brunette had a single zit on the side of her nose under her sunglasses but I didn’t see anything else wrong until I looked with my sight. Cheryl had a blackness forming inside her small, left breast. Which was A-cup, at best, under her tight violet shirt and padded bra. And something else even uglier lower in her stomach.“I think so. I haven’t done.