"Have you discussed the drink problem with Aunty May", his Uncle asked. There was some time before his Uncle spoke again. "Maybe counseling would help.... Burt smiled to himself as a thought flashed through his mind. 'Everything has now got to go before a counselor. Bang your toe and 'you must see a counselor'. I don't know how we survived, we had no counselors at boarding school, yet we managed.'His Uncle didn't mention the call and he didn't ask; for really it was no concern of his. It was. It would keep his only child close and protected and safe from boys who wanted nothing more than to get into her pants. It would keep her safe from the crime in Hartford too. Her father envisioned a very happy, carefree life for her if only she stuck to his plan. Her mother made matrimonial matches already, as that was her fierce ambition, and she called family friends and arranged summer dinner parties so that her daughter could be introduced to a few young and accomplished suitors who would. We were never properly introduced. My name is Shauna Hawkins, but I'd rather be called Hawk. I'm a homicide detective from Houston."She reached out and took my hand over the stick shift for a moment that almost made my heart stop. "Gretchen Werner, black sheep. As you could no doubt tell." She looked over at me. "You do know that this whole arrangement has less than a snowball's chance in hell of working, right? That bitch has ruined my family and my father let her do it." I don't know anything. Andrea felt a little overpowered by this bear of a man. He was almost 50 but seemed as powerful as a bull, always talking a little louder, laughing with a little more zest than anyone else around him. She had met him twice before -- the first time had been at his city apartment when Michael had first been hired. All the young executives were invited to a get- to-know-you dinner with the boss, he had been the picture of solicitude toward her that evening and she'd been impressed. The second time.