"Then why... ?" You KNOW why!" she wailed."I do not!" Turning, I perceived Marisol peering around a door. "Come, come!" I beckoned. "This won't be the...last of these little family differences of opinion you witness, unless I miss my guess..."Marisol eased around the corner and slid into the room. I'm not a pedophile, by any means, but Marisol was ... ripe; it showed through, even though she was clothed. She already had a set of fine conical breasts and some hips on her -- all of her mother's. Since we figured that it would be early evening at the soonest before we'd have word of the exact location of the rogue weapons factories, and/or the headquarters of operations for the Clinton Street gang, this gave us a few hours at minimum to examine the peculiarities of the disappearances. Miranda agreed to come along with us to point out the exact location of where the child had vanished, but I wanted to make a quick phone call along the way to our only FBI contact, Janice Simms. She. Danny and I were up at our usual time, not terribly early and not late, either, but when we reached the kitchen Mom was nowhere to be seen. The mystery was solved when we heard a crash from their bedroom.“Christ,” whispered Danny.With that he headed for their bedroom door, me a step behind him. We stopped outside, neither of us wanted to knock, and the silence seemed to grow with every second. Just as Danny raised his hand there was another crash from inside the room, followed by roars of what. Mm-hmmm. No, that's okay... No, tell me now... Oh REALLY? Hmmmmm. Really? Are you sure it was... Yeah, that's right... That's not what I heard... Damn! How can you be sure of that... Yes, I'll need to do something about that... (sigh) Yeah... No, that's okay... All right... Talk to you Monday. 'Bye."After a couple more minutes of cleaning up, Stacy casually addressed her boyfriend, "I just had a conversation with Elisa. I want you to go to the bedroom, fetch the paddle.