Her face blanched at the message. She starred at him, searching for some sign of compassion; of reprieve from the message she had received. Now she re...ognized it. This was the look that had terrorized her when they first met at her little shop."What the fuck." She thought as she brushed the one tear from her eye. "Who am I anyway/' she said to herself as she watched Mariano get up, pay the check and leave. She deleted the message from her phone. It wasn't a total surprise. They had talked about. You said she could come home soon," the boy said, his face a mask of fear."I don't think it's anything serious, Jamie. But, she had an operation, and that can be hard to predict how quickly someone will heal from it. I don't want you to worry. I'll talk to the doctor on Monday and we'll find out exactly what is going on. It may be something quite simple that just needs a few extra days to heal."Jamie didn't look like he was satisfied with Cam's answers, but didn't know what to ask next. He was. It's too far fetched to think, in a community of this size, there would be more than one source of Ruffies." Yeah, I agree, so why not have a go at him?" Wilson asked."Because I have no leverage. What I need is something to link him to the rapes. I could have shouted date rape at the time, but I didn't. I suspect that is the case with others as well. So let's see if we can figure out whodunit, then put Brian in touch with that person." I suggested."Or couldn't you just pick Brian up, then cut. I was still wobbly as she did the same with the other stocking, and then she stood back and looked at me."You're cute!" she said with a smile. "But your hair...." Oh... my... god. She knows about my wig. I keep it in a box in the closet; she must have been in there, too. But I beat her to it - I turned and quickly grabbed the wig box and opened it. She smiled and watched as I fluffed the wig, turned it over, leaned my head into it, and stood up as I tugged it into place."Yes, that's it!" she.