Helen and Jack had taken a long weekend to go to the lake country for a small vacation of their own.When Peter showed up at the door, the carnage to t...e house looked greater than before, if that was possible, but an eye accustomed to construction sites after years of working for his company quickly discerned patterns. The trench in the backyard now had concrete footers and a new basement wall, though the forms were still in place. The garage was almost completely finished, though the final. Well - I'm sure it's got to be a bit embarrassing for you. With your wrists bound tightly about your thighs and legs spread generously at the edges of a crude wooden pole I managed to fasten cuffs to - how crafty am I?Quite. Crafty enough to trick that reddish tint to come about on your cheeks. Cunning enough to call forth that sweet nectar of anticipation to come flowing freely from "down there." A glimmering drop splashes onto the bed sheets. That's been going on for half an hour now, y'know?. " Would that be so bad?" she asked. "I mean you've sort of started over here. You have a job and you're writing a wonderful book. Is this life so miserable that you can't think of anything other than going back to your other one?" This life is fine," he said. He realized he really meant that. It was a nice town, full of nice, if slightly suspicious people. He WAS writing here, even if it wasn't what he usually wrote, whatever that was. And, if he could sell what he was writing, and find a place. I smiled, but I had one more conversation to have before we got there. “Ems?” I asked. “What about you?”She made a scoffing sound. “I was there when you broke Hanna, remember?” she pointed out.“You were there when Tabby asked for Bad Matt too,” I nodded in agreement. “Tonight, you’re being asked to participate, not just watch.”“What’s the plan?” she asked eagerly. I knew Emma had always had a ruthless streak in her. She’d been perfectly happy knowing I got Miranda killed from day-one. She’d.