”“So, you come to see them often?” “Yes, partly to see the show, partly to avoid being hit on.” "Oh," Quinn replied, looking for a way to ba...k away gracefully."By guys, I mean," Isabel said, touching Quinn's arm to reassure her.They ordered drinks and chatted for a while. The more they talked, the more they touched each other. Growing more obvious as they continued. Quinn decided to turn things up a little, crossing her leg as she reached forward for her drink. Allowing her dress to ride up a. And that was pretty much as it played out, I was home later than I had thought, closer to 8 than 7 and they were both downstairs. I waited in the kitchen with the kettle on as they went through their little pretence of innocence. I was walking up to my room as they walked up the short basement stairs.I went into my room and left my bag on my bed. I went to the dresser and picked up the camera. I could see straight away the pile of pictures werent there. My heart was pounding through my chest, I. She called Dylan and he picked right up.“Hi, it’s Renata.”“I know who it is.”“I’m sorry I ran off. I won’t do it again.”“Again. Really?”“I won’t. I promise.”“Okay, that’s good. Third time’s a charm, huh?”“Are you busy tonight?” Renata cringed when she asked.“Nope. Been hoping you would call.”“Would you like to come over?” she asked.He said yes, of course he would. She gave him the address and asked him his ETA. He said about an hour, is that okay? She said she’d be waiting. He said he couldn’t. "Sign by the X." Chris obliged, then handed the clipboard back to the man, who handed Chris the package, turned, and walked away.Chris closed the door, walked to the table, and sat down to examined the box. It box was light, and didn't rattle when he shook it. There was no return address either. Curious, he pulled out his pocket knife and sliced the top open. Inside, he found crumpled newspapers cushioning a small, curious bottle. He twisted the top off the bottle and sniffed - nothing. Chris.