That was gone. Murder filled her eyes. Whatever she had heard on the phone changed her.When they reached the top of the stairs, Liv exchanged the slip...er for a lighter in the Go Bag. She stomped over to the gas stove, reached behind it and yanked out a flexible, silver line. "Give me your Strider," she ordered. Finn complied, then rushed up the stairs to look for anything that might indicate who lived in the house. Finding nothing, he returned quickly. He was astounded by the sight in front of. The file folders seemed to be police reports; dull. He opened the old book. Many pages were torn out, but he read the ones remaining.“No fuckin’ way...” he whispered to himself.Yesterday... Shawn stood over his sleeping mother’s bed after finishing the circle. “You make it so easy, Mom, gettin’ dead drunk and leaving a lit cigarette right beside you,” he whispered, careful not to wake her. He spilled the rest of the bottle of whatever the fuck she had been drinking all around her, and then. Breathing became almost impossible for him."Dr. Watson," Irma said in her thick German accent. "I just want you to know dat I... vell... I got everything cleaned up and... ah... back in order after... you left so quickly. So, nobody knows about... it... except us. It's our secret. Ok?"John was speechless. His face burned and his voice would not respond to his urgings."Would you do me a favor, Dr. Watson? Bitte? Your silly American laws won't allow me to buy liquor because I am not 21 years old. ................................................................................................After eating while walking back to the truck, Deb thought that this wasn't so bad. The showers where big and clean, and eating out every day would be a treat. Climbing into the truck, her dad pulled the curtain around the windows so that no one could see inside. And put their bags up. Scratching his head, he said that he guessed that they would just turn away while each other changed for bed. .