I’d gone to lunch with Jacqui and dad a few times and we went sailing together one weekend. Sex with Jacqui? The thought rattled my mind – she was...only six years older that me so why not, if she brought it up? But my interest in her was she’d been a nurse and then a private midwife before she took up potting fulltime. I called and she sounded really pleased to hear from me and she yes, come around now and she’d have beers on the table waiting and added, excitedly, what a wonderful way to spend. The problem he was facing, however, was that he did not have enough concrete evidence to justify a search warrant. He had to have more.He considered using a girl who looked like a preteen to go under-cover to get into the house. He considered Samantha Preston who was the twelve-year-old who he and Art Sherwood had rescued. That idea lasted less than a minute. She had been rescued out of a similar situation and he could not involve her in the present case. It could be disastrous to her mental. In the middle of the night he creeps in, obviously assuming I’m asleep. His cool hand touches my forehead. If he’s looking for a fever, he doesn’t find one. I wonder if I’m hallucinating when I feel him push back my hair in something that almost feels like tenderness.Then I feel him poking around my wound. I’m not sure how he can make anything out in the blanket of darkness surrounding us.He must be satisfied, however, because he leaves immediately after.Only then do I find myself tearing. I loaded the information on each car into the computer and assigned a corporate number to the auto. I scanned the factory build sheet into the file as an attachment along with a copy of the registration card. Each car came with 4 sets of keys. Two sets I hung in the site key cabinet, the other two sets were going back to Summers Road into the master key cabinet. It had been shipped from the old corporate headquarters and contained extra keys to every car MAAR owned.I had just started looking at.