“This isn’t over.”“No, it’s not.”*”Pierdol się.” I kept walking. Mom chased me down the hall.“BARNIM!”“Got to call my lawyer.�...I went upstairs and sat down on the couch and picked up the handset calling Bob.“Carrigan residence.”“Evening Bob. It’s Barnim. The cops are at the house wanting to talk to me.”“What in the hell did you do this time?”I explained everything that happened from the time that I got home from school till the time that I called him. He took a minute to contemplate it.“So, tell. As do you."Nope, Darla thought as she watched her mother and the cowboy together. Two days, tops.Finally Nora's boss decided he could use her in the Hanna Jenkin's case. He asked her to reinterview Hanna's girlfriends."Perhaps the girls will tell you something they wouldn't tell a man," the jerk said without apology.Nora didn't care, not that much. At last she was in the thick of it, involved in the investigation. She carefully but quickly read the reports of the interviews already performed. “Mom was right, that bitch is crazy for letting you go,” I heard her mutter as she walked back to her car.I sucked it up, drove straight to my parent’s house and told them the whole sad story. They were appropriately sympathetic and once again volunteered their basement. Dad even went with me to pick up some of my stuff from the U-Store-It over on Tenth Street.I gave a surprised grunt when I opened the storage unit and saw the neatly labeled and professionally packed boxes stacked inside the. The truth was, he was sucking up to her because usually Sean was not so polite. We are friends, but not that great of friends. I have a core group that I consider my closest friends, and he was kind of on the outside of it.I helped clear the table while Sean finished the dishes. After this was done we sat out in the living room and watched TV. My mom came out and sat down in my dad's recliner to join us. Again, Sean and her talked back and forth to each other while I just sat there. My energy.