"I'm sorry for being short with you. I'm on a case that isn't going well, and this has been a rough day," Caleb explained hurriedly. "She can stay wit... us until after the weekend. Next week, after the holiday, we will have time to work on a permanent solution for her." I'm sorry, but I can't do that," Ms. Morrison informed Caleb. "I am only authorized to place her in a certified foster home." Then get a temporary certification," Caleb ordered. "I work for the Attorney General's office. My wife. ?I’m sorry to interrupt your day, Lauren, but do you have a moment to discuss some matters of vital importance? Lauren leaned closer and saw that the middle-aged nun was not wearing her usual habit. Instead, she wore a black suit, a wide brimmed black hat, and black pearls—an unusually grim look for head nun. ?What is it, Sister Agatha?? ?Please, let us go for a drive.? ?Let me leave a not for a parents?? said Lauren as she turned towards her home. ?There is no. Near their table he stopped and looked around. Not in a furtive manner,just curious until he spotted what he sought. The camera from which theywould watch his approach. A smile, neither cruel nor overly pleased,appeared beneath his mask as he flicked his wrist and the rose appeared.A parlor trick to those who saw it in the moment, but something else tothose in the lounge the next day. True magic, semi-powerful magic toprecisely teleport something so delicate into his hand."Fucking Zorro," Ash. ." He stood up and came at me, grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head back. "About your what? Slut? You're in my home, in my hood, and last time I checked I have your daughters future in my hands, you understand?"I was trembling, his large hands holding my hair, unable to move. He let go, and returned back to his couch. "So, you got my money?" Tremlbing, I reached into my Gucci purse and pulled out the money. "Good, you're a good mother you know that? My boys mother ran off when he.