What they saw in the last village were still seared in their minds. These people were murderers and killing the four that were chasing them wouldn't b...ther them at all.The brush gave way to trees. Taller than anyone ever saw with the exception of Valerie. Pine cones littered the ground as the air seemed to get a bit thinner. Jackson still led the way walking slowly looking for any signs of the band of killer thieves. He moved at a snail's pace which aggravated Atlanta. She had to keep her. The Eastern European accent was pronounced.The team was feeling hopeful as they settled around him at the table. Rhonda asked him if he wanted some breakfast and he shook his head no.He took a sip of his coffee after loading it with the cream and sugar. Then he set his cup down, looked at each of them in turn and said, “I know Sophia is dead. If you want, maybe now I tell you how she died.”Rhonda, still feeling terribly guilty, put her hand on his arm. “Anton, you know you can tell us anything,. I was going for a rocker chic / goth look.My truck was loaded and I was heading to New Orleans East, I planned to stay just down the street from my delivery in an empty lot. I stopped at a truck stoped showered shaved grabbed some food and trucked over to the empty lot off of Chef Menteur. Across the street was a covience store and a strip mall. In the strip mall was a strip club, massage parlor and a small adult book store. The sun was still up and it was business as usual, a few prostitutes. She’s fought with her sister, but now she’s realizing that Joyce was in on this all along. Joyce raised her hand to quiet Deb. ‘It’s time for you to listen. So stop those voices, stop those comebacks, stop trying to be in control of everything. Listen to me. Really listen to me. This is the last chance for your marriage. Let me tell you about your future.’ Deb was having none of this and attempted to get up. Joyce pushed her back down with a force that stopped Deb cold. ‘IS A DIVORCE WHAT YOU.