Even her mother couldn’t get her this worked up and that was saying something. The girl furrowed her brow in thought, trying to find some clue, some...hint as to what would give her the upper hand. As Grey returned to his book, Miranda revisited that spot within herself where Grey resided like a stone in her shoe, that same spot that she’d gone to when she’d had to sway him to help her and Sam back at the party. Grey licked a fingertip and moved to turn to the next page as Miranda opened her. " He is," she said. "He just doesn't know it yet."She'd painted her toenails. She never painted her toenails for me."The fuck," I said again, setting down my laptop bag. I didn't know what to say, but I needed to say something, so I started by saying, "You goddamn fucking—"In a very clear and level voice, my wife said, "Subby Hubby."Something in me melted. Like a sugar cube getting water poured over it. Or like when you're smoking weed and then, suddenly, something in you just gives way, like a. The new safe house was much larger than the old one. The two-story home contained eight bedrooms and four baths, plus a powder room, a large formal dining room, a living room, as well as a great room, including an open, well-appointed kitchen and a kitchen eating area that served eight.A mother-in-law cottage was unattached behind the house to the west. I've mentioned the swimming pool, but the not the bathhouse, which was also unattached to the east. The hot tub was located between the. Pictures of naked men and women sitting in the great room. Books, and ledgers of names, and dates, stacked away. Some of the entries dated back almost a hundred years.We were in the attic, when Kristen uncovered an old steamer chest. It was unlike any we’ve ever seen before. It was a heavy, black leather-bound chest, with brass trim, and an old rusty iron padlock on it. The leather was faded in spots, but it was still well preserved.A large brass place riveted to it read:The secrets of the.