It's strange, but I was rather pleased with the arrangement. I had total freedom to do whatever I wanted, our marriage was dead it had been for quite ...ome time.We all have dark secrets and very often memories of unhappy events which we try to suppress, but they always surface from time to time. I was fortunate enough to go to an all-girls private boarding school near London. There was nothing nice or jolly about it, quite the opposite. The staff were all female and middleaged. We called them. Tim, in the meanwhile poured gins and tonic including one for Wendy, even if it was not Christmas Day and she rarely touched alcohol, other than the odd lager."You two go through," ordered Wendy, "while I put this lot away and get some lunch on the table instead."Betty carried Tim's glass as well as her own and put it on the table beside his chair."Betty, I need your advice," Tim said immediately."Go on." I think Wendy's got a thing about me."Betty smiled inwardly at his avoidance of the word. And they dared not since the farmer was a man with a very violent temper and the military training to know how to be lethal.None of the men stepped out of line, but they reveled in opportunities like this, a chance encounter in a secluded area of the farm, or when the farmer was away on business, sometimes for weeks.His daughters were particularly vulnerable, they were home schooled and had never really been away from the farm to know or learn the ways of the weird, they were naive and could. ”We filed out, one after another. Dalton didn’t look happy, and I didn’t think it was because the detectives had found the girls. I gave her a questioning look but she shook her head.“What’s this?” Woodruff asked.“Apparently, they’ve all been taking turns reading the note,” Holloway said. He turned to us and said, “Line up over here. We’re going to need your prints to eliminate them.” He stepped to the doorway and said something to the officers outside, but he never took his eyes off of us for.