I don’t know. IBM shacking up with Paramount Studios? A professional photo studio and, in another room, a short wall and long wall lined with comput...rized ... um, computer stuff. Thick cords, wires running all over the place, surge suppressors, printers, things humming, clicking, purring. A 3-D printer as well.Bones accepted the thick envelope from Matt, thumbed through the bills, nodded. Left the room without counting the cash and came back smiling.The room temperature was a little warm, but. He might have only another thirty to forty five days after his hearing. That's if they decide to violate his probation. They might decide not to. I told him that he needs to hang in there and take his medicine." What about me and the kids? Are we supposed to starve while he sits in jail?" I don't know, Kaitlyn. Seems to me that none of this would have happened if you hadn't brought guys home to fuck, right in front of those kids you're so worried about now." It wasn't guys, and nobody has ever. Brenda pointed next door, to the other side of the fence. “Over there, right next door. You live next to the Tallmans, Tom and Terri. Have you met them yet?” Paige shook her head and Brenda continued, “And at the end of the court live the Blockings family.” Paige got the houses sorted out in her mind and nodded. Chrystal Court had five houses on it. She and Georgia were opposite each other at the mouth of the court, where Rosewood Drive ran past, and the Blockings were the farthest in. All five. But that is a story for another day.Jess brought Emma through her own apartment; Emma didn’t resist or question anything. This time, Jess noticed a snoring sound. Looking around, she saw a pug (with a full belly) sleeping on Emma’s couch. She didn’t think Emma had any pets. She was about to ask about him, then realized she had more pressing things to deal with so she opted to get the details on him later.Brent was still on the bed, covering his crotch with the same pillow he had been when Jess.