After a few days with nothing to show for their efforts, they decided to go to another place. Vince had promosed Chloe that they would go through Fouk..., AR, and they spent 3 nights there. Again nothing. They headed west, making a stop to see the folks that made the picante, and Scott bought several jars of the mile, and a few jars of the medium. He and Rhonda both loved the burn it gave them. After all, they had been raised on authentic Mexican food.The mornings were made special by keeping. Anything to change the daily boredom that we’ve been experiencing. I won’t lie, I was feeling the same way. The days blended together. I told her I usually did it once a day usually at night when everyone went to bed. I asked the same back, she said she used to at least once a night but up to 3-4 depending on how bored she got. Lately she said she hasn’t for a couple weeks, that it had gotten boring and not entertaining. She went on to say that she just wished she could sneak out and fuck. Slowly, he shook his head. ‘You buy the old Hoskins place? Ain’t been any family out that way in twenty years or so, not since the gas lines blew up and burned them six families to death one night.’ He rubbed a dirty towel across his face, wiping away the sweat. ‘You best have the gas company check them lines and fittings afore you move in. Rumor at the time was the valves and fittings was rotted so the gas leaked through them. Sump’n sparked in one of the houses and the blast ran through the. ‘Murder. Who?’ ‘I… there’s no time to explain,’ she whispered, using the lie to protect herself. She did not want to get into who Mario was and what she had been doing in his room. ‘And the less you know, the better,’ she added, thinking quickly. ‘Katherine,’ he said impatiently, looking down at her. ‘It’s been over a year since I’ve seen you. And yet here you are in my room, telling me you’ve just seen a murder. And that whoever it was, they now want to kill you. I think I’m entitled to some.