Here it comes, Tommy thought.Sue patted the sofa next to her when she saw Tommy start to sit in a chair across the room. She took a deep breath and lo...ked into her son's eyes. "Tommy, I feel bad about what happened last weekend." Mom... I... I... uh..." Tommy started to speak."Let me speak," Sue said taking her son's hands in hers. "I'm sorry about what happened at the lake. A mother should never do anything like that with her son. I had too much to drink but that's no excuse; I was totally out. But the holes in my ears had closed while I slept(there had been many holes) - I would need to have them re-pierced, butin one spot only, on each ear.There was an address book and a small book of photos of some otherwoman once loved - into the bin. A man's memories no longer relevantto this woman. This woman in the suit with diamond jewellery and a wadof cash had no time for such sentimentality. She was on the way up.At the bottom of the box was the black purse folder with a furthertreasure. In fact, it was a short time after Dorothy and Maria began handling Sylvia's property that they disappeared."Crap," muttered Sarah to herself, as she realized the similar circumstances. "Why didn't I notice it before? I wonder if the other disappearances were related to Sylvia. I remember Sylvia sizing up the other person that left after I did. I don't remember any of them talking about their families. Hm ... I wonder whatever happened to Alexia and her family. I wonder where I put the note she. Just bring him down to see Mitchell."Like all the Orioles' offices, Mitchell was housed in the Warehouse, the huge old brick structure that separated Oriole Park at Camden Yards from Baltimore's Inner Harbor. Nobody had asked me if maybe I had plans for my rare in-season day off. The established players -- the guys with enormous salaries and egos to match -- are treated with kid gloves. Newbies like me are treated with boxing gloves."Ballpark," I told Shiggie. "We go to ballpark." Pidgin.