Can this be true? Is she really a whore like this? I became interested. We walked to the furthest timber house. From the outside, it seemed abandoned... Carl checked the area again, then we went inside. The ground floor was really quiet. There were some jackets lying around on the floor. Carl showed me the way to the stairs to the upper floor. There was a little corridor. Carl confidently opened a door. It was nice and warm inside, with a fire burning in the fireplace, and that was where the. Except for Cathy Austin, none of them had been here before. Sort of a church and state separation. Or something. In any case I had been shielding my family from the street people.But Birdy’s murder ... well, something inside me shifted. She now felt closer to family than street.In addition to Cathy, the honored guests who were able to attend were:Buster Fagin and his mate, BJ Kowalski.Tony Gonzales, that handsome fat man who is always making moves on women. It had shocked me that my mother had. " I understand," I responded wishing that Judge Herns would trustme more and knowing I had to earn it again.******Officer Candy was already waiting as we pulled into the parkinglot. He was his usual un-cheery self around me. Stephanie greetedhim with a smile and had him lead the way to where the backpackhad been found. As it turned out, he had been the one who hadfound it."Right over there," he pointed to a clump of rocks at the bottomof a steep ravine. "I found her flashlight about five feet. "Real men? Yeah, like one of you dumb public school boys would ever have a chance against someone from Phillips Andover or Choate or Hopkins or Lawrenceville or Groton," sis answered with a sneer."Whaaaaat? Wimp central? They all sleep three to a bed," I cried. Just like that the teasing tones of our youth had been recaptured."They do not!" Everyone knows what goes on in the male dormitories at those private schools. It's sick." We were both grinning madly as we teased back and forth."Eighty.