Why not fancy law firms?"Chief Deputy Wicks? I'm Charles Breckinridge. I've asked Ms. Hatfield to join us in just a few minutes." I'm pleased to meet ...ou, Mr. Breckinridge. Am I correct that you know about Emma Majeski?" Sam scanned the attorney's $1500 suit, wondering if anyone ever called him "Chuck"."Yes. I'm afraid the entire staff knows about it, since this morning. I received a call late yesterday afternoon from Ms. Hatfield, after she had spoken with Douglas Ferguson. This is a shock to. I assumed we’d be toughing it out in the sticks for the entire week, so I was a bit surprised. But I was fine with it. Less hassle than camping. We checked it, quickly freshened up, and began walking around the premises looking for family. It was the middle of summer, so the resort was packed. Throngs of people were everywhere. But we randomly encountered family members…aunts, uncles, and cousins whom I hadn’t seen since I was a child or had never bet before…and there were hugs, laughter,. She stood up slowly and looked around one last time. “I guess we should look around some more before making our decision,” she said. She took out her digital camera and took some pictures of the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, living area, and the balcony. It was a good idea so that she could remember the apartment later. We thanked the manager, took a few copies of the floor plan, and headed out for the next apartment complex. Back in the truck, she reached over and lightly punched me in the arm.. As she is tossed to the floor of the van and the door shuts she hears ‘Peewee’“Laugh at me bitch I’ll fucking show you to laugh at me”.Sophie looks back from the vans floor but only sees the bag about to be put over her head while feeling her hands being tied behind her back…Sophie struggle’s but ‘Peewee’ orders“Grab the bitch’s tits, throw her to the floor”Which is done and her struggle is soon brought under control“You’re going nowhere slut” was the next thing she heard before the van comes.