Damn him.Ted took a breath, shoved his anger into a tidy compartment in his brain. The wildcard was his wife. Did she know? Her reactions to the phone...conversation could be interpreted any number of ways.She spoke, her voice unsteady. "Ted? What's going on? Who is Mr. Juarez, and why was he watching Allison?" Apparently, he wasn't watching Allison," Ted deadpanned. He glanced down at the Bible he kept on his desk and drew his finger along the open page. Isaiah, the Lord's chosen. He was a seer,. ‘Liam, you are incredible!’ She panted. ‘I should’ve done this a long time ago!’I walked over to the kitchen and grabbed our third beer. We didn’t say much, just trying to clear our heads and catch our breath. I watched Danielle’s fingers run up and down the bottle suggestively and felt a twitch down below. She smiled at me and looked me over, ‘well, someone is ready for more.’‘OK, you win.’ I jokingly hesitated, ‘But we gotta hurry, I made reservations for us tonight.’We took a shower. Once inside the courtyard I stopped and listened carefully to the sounds of the night. There was nothing out of the ordinary. The walk lights along the path from the gate to the building came on as they sensed me in the area. Those kinds of sensor switched lights had become very inexpensive and available everywhere. Checking the courtyard wasn't necessary, but I did it anyway.The downside to all the security for the residents was a thirty foot walk from the parking lot to their doors. Not a big. The town they were stopped in was moderately high class and Alan and Amy were no where near high class. The cop asks both of them to step out of the car and take a seat on the curb. He asks for there Id's and walks back to his car, Alan asks Amy why dose she think this cop has them out on the curb? Amy has no answer for Alan, maybe we fit a purps description? Maybe I was driving badly cause I'm high? Maybe was speeding? Amy adds in “maybe you were just at the wrong place wrong time?Amy then.