With minimal curiosity, I watched a uniformed cop give the passenger seat a cursory look before moving my car out of the road."Don't you need to tow m... car to search for evidence?" I asked the detective.He shook his head. "If the officer had seen anything he'd have bagged it. The only other reason we'd need evidence now is to find the guy that took you hostage and charge him." With a brief glance at the body, he shrugged. "I don't think that'll be necessary now."That made more sense than I. Back and forth they went, filling in the backstory both of them already knew well. When Marigold's father had died near the beginning of the sixth grade, she had taken it so badly that she needed to be taken out of school to deal with it. Ultimately, she'd gone back the next year, still a sixth grader, now a year behind her peers.During the summer before Marigold's second year of sixth grade, Maya's family had moved from Argentina to Mannsborough with very little notice. When they moved, Maya. He didn’t even realize he had reached for his pistol until it was in his hand, tracking the moving figures that were climbing over the sill into the room.Carol, with a strength that would have amazed anyone but Stella, gave a massive shove with her legs, toppling the loveseat, and Stella herself, over backwards and dumping them unceremoniously to the floor.Christine and JJ, closest to the widows, were rocked by the blast and left almost helpless, dazed, and confused as the glass opened dozens. .. get it ... get it," she said through clenched teeth. Suddenly her back arched and she had a thunderous orgasm. She was barely aware of it when her towel slipped and fell to the floor. She was having a wonderful orgasm and she didn't care ... couldn't care.She lost her balance and felt herself press against the French door. Her orgasm subsided and she opened her eyes. There, standing at the door to a car that had been parked on her side of the street, was Trey. He had a shirt flung over his.