The camera power supply was outside the shed hidden under an old bucket and brambles at the back, so the girls wouldn’t see it if they investigated ...he source of the mysterious heat inside. The heater was on through a thermostat, behind the neat pile of junk and the wheelbarrow, and I hoped the girls would assume the weather had only just turned cold enough to set it off, and not remember clearly whether it had been there when they tidied the place up.I set the thermostat to a nice warm. The moment I stepped outside through the backdoor, I immediately hopped over the fence after first ensuring no one was around, or would have been able to see me do that when I did. With plenty of coverage from the high fence and bushes running around their yard, I cautiously and quietly made my way over towards the back of the house where the patio was. I knew from having been there countless times before where my best vantage point would be in having any hope of seeing her. The risk of course. Honestly ‘The Haven’ began to look better all the time.My business, or hobby as Thia called it, kept on growing and evolving. My clients were mostly from the producers from either the Wilmington Film Studio, or the Durham County Film Co-op. I also found a new revenue stream. One that I had at least a little control over. It was however a bit of a gambol.I did the first one as a favor for Thia’s Lawyer chic. She needed to find a client in order to settle an estate. The estate wasn’t huge by her. Remember when we visited the first time? You talked to her for 3 hours.’ ‘I know, it’s just so personal now.’ She sighed and clutched her little black purse to her side. My parents descended the stairs and Brian was already in the car waiting. It was truly a family affair. The car ride was silent, each of us reflecting in our own way. My mother sniffled in the front seat and my father patted her knee. The cemetery was filled with mourners and it was a sea of black, black cars, black suites,.