Your sister and her husband, well, we’re going to have to get with employers and such...”“I know where all the important papers are,” Mandy in...errupted. “I guess we shoulda brought ‘em.”“Papers?” Cynda queried.“Yes, ma’am. Mom and Dad always told me that everything anybody would need would be in that safe.”“Safe?” Carstairs followed.Mandy nodded. “Yessir. One of those fireproof boxes. It’s in the closet in their bedroom.”“We’ll go get that as soon as we leave here,” I said.“That might be very. .. don’t shoot me ... you already got the guy who hit your friend here,” Eric assured me.“Help me find your friends, and we won’t shoot you. Though there still might be a consequence for y’all. You terrorized a whole damn town, after all. Why is Murphy’s Diner closed, by the way? Did you shut it down?” I demanded.“Not me personally, but it was n... , “ Eric started to say, but I shut him up with the back of my hand.“Don’t ever let me catch you saying that damn word, you racist prick! Who owned. WHAT?!Just then, the door opened and Henry appeared, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. His hair was dripping wet and little droplets of water were running down his chest. Wow, he looked sexy."Hey, baby sister," he said, looking at me like I was a birthday cake and it was his birthday. "Are you about to shower? Want some company?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively."Uhmmm, Henry....Question," I said, holding up a finger. "What exactly do you do when you sneak into Emma's room at. I used the time to sit outside, work on my tan, and also to work on my plans.The plat at the moment was to increase the production of illegal alcohol. I knew that me and the mad mechanic could come up with a still that didn't look like a still. One of the secrets to getting away with it, or so I thought, was to trip no automatic triggers.I planned to buy the corn as feed for deer or other animals. Then I would grind it myself. I might need a better grinder than the coffee grinder, but I was.