"No fooling," he reassured her. "I only wish that I hadn't been such a dupe and waited this long before noticing you." Thanks Reg," she blushed. "That...means a lot to me."Turning to her parents, she kissed them goodnight and headed out the door with her date, Reggie Mantle."What a sweet young man," Cricket's mom said to her husband."Umph!" Was all that he had to say, being the typical father.Reggie's devilish plan was about to begin.The evening started out great for Cricket. Reggie took to. She treated him pretty poorly most of the time and wasn't above cheating on him.Kelli interjected -- “You two can't be seriously considering this!” she said, almost screaming.“Lighten up. I'll do it alone if you're too fucking scared.” Samantha stated, now stumbling back inside the house. “Maybe you could just bring your boyfriend, Jess, if you think he'd like me to suck his dick too.” They both smiled.Kelli went to get a drink while Jess sat on the front porch, waiting for Jason to return with. As I walk through the door, my bag falls to the floor with a thud, as if oblivious to the delicate computer hardware inside. I remove my phone from my pocket, place it on the counter, grab a cup, fill it with ice, and mull vodka or whiskey. Drinking in general, especially alone, had become uncommon. But at the rate the week was going and the day in particular, the quickest path to physical relaxation and mental distracted was an absolute requirement. Vodka is the choice, pouring a generous. I assumed someone from John Stafford’s office had questioned the odious magistrate, but whoever carried out the interrogation might not have asked the necessary questions in a proper manner.My questions would be accompanied with a sharp blade laid alongside Bailey’s throat; known to be an effective, if illegal, means of discovering the truth.I informed Otto and Coleman Hawkins I would be away for the day. If new instructions arrived during my absence they were to carry out the orders, leaving.