“Is Mama dead?”I just nodded and hugged her tight again.“Why?”I didn’t have an answer. I was pretty sure it was Moreno, and I was pretty sur... he was shooting at me. My bending down to pick up the fork had probably saved my life and cost Jackie hers.Jackie’s body was on the way to the morgue in the coroner’s van. Even though cause of death was obvious, deaths resulting from the commission of a crime require a post mortem.Spencer Garrett sat at a table with Cheyenne and me trying to glean any. "Yes I am here. I didn't expect you to be stirring so soon," I said."I got a couple of hour sleep while the programs ran through the search parameters. I think I have a winner for you." Wilson said."Wow that was fast work. So what do you have?" I asked."The dispatcher, one Joan Tiger, is in hock up to her ass. Suddenly she pays off her car loan after the first hijacking. It was about $8,000 and she also caught up her electric, telephone, and gas bills which were well past due. Then last month. The day is a bore too, as usual, but at least Terri has her new song to think about. When she comes home mom must have been out playing bridge with her boring friends, because she is nowhere to be seen. Dad arrives soon, though, and Terri hears him climbing the stairs to her room.When dad opens the door, Terri lifts her head from the music mag she is reading and raises herself to a sitting position on the bed. She is wearing an oversized loose shirt which is hanging off one shoulder, white. Then she bound my ankles together and to the rails on same side of the foot-board.When she reached over and removed yet a fifth scarf from the drawer and headed in my direction, I demanded, "What are you going to do with that?" Why Walter honey, I'm going to blindfold you. That way you can better imagine that some stranger has ambushed you and not me dearest otherwise, you don't stand a chance." Bernadette answered wickedly. The sad truth is that in some fucked up way she was right but, I that.