Looking at the small clock next to his bed, Pete realized that it was already after nine in the morning! He was stunned, he had never slept this late,...always awake long before the other people he had lived with, always finding a reason to leave early, and come home late, avoiding contact as much as possible. Today, all he heard was silence, the house was still, calm, just like Pete felt. Right up until he realized he only had an hour before he had promised to meet Ashley at the gas station. Should be fun. I love our special Sundays!”“Me too babe” Adam muttered, pecking Harry lightly on the cheek as the toast popped out of the toaster and he stood to go and get it.He wandered over to the toaster, selecting a table knife from the drawer next to the sink as he passed it. Placing the knife on the countertop he plucked the toast from the steaming toaster and dropped it quickly onto the waiting plate so as not to burn his fingers. After collecting the margarine from the refrigerator he. "It was after six P M when we headed toward the city. I had emptied Laura's case and repacked it with a set of her underwear, two pair of my shorts, socks and a spare flannel shirt.I had been unable to talk with Lacy. According to her sister she was not at home."I didn't pack your long nightgown," I said to Laura when the bellhop left us in the room. We went out on the balcony to watch the sunset. Laura stood near me, her face was scrubbed and she had stopped crying. No more had been mentioned. . James," I said. "I'm James Patterson." Excellent, Jim, James Patterson," she said. "What do you do for a living?"I thought about it and drew a blank. I noticed that she wrote that and several other observations down."Do you remember your family?" she asked. "Do you remember a wife or children? Do you remember your parents or siblings?" No wife ... yet!" I said. "No children, either. I remember my parents. I called them Mom and Dad..."She looked at me and I laughed. "My dad is Greg Patterson..