The older woman acknowledged my signal with a nod and turned away giving me privacy. After washing, I started a fire on the stove and put water on in ... pot to boil. Dressed in comfortable linen shorts and shirt I beckoned my official visitor to join me from across the river. She sprinted across the river at a remarkable pace. Elemental monk... pausing before me as if sprinting fifty kilos per hour was a light jog to her.I mentally applauded her body control. Such a feat was difficult to. .. um, research. Would turn it over to the Gloria Allen team. None of whom would inquire about the provenance of the material. I wouldn’t mention that the Sullivans had already spent three hours on the Weekly Planner. Were still working on a copy of the external drive. And that I’d instructed them to keep digging. Deeper and deeper.It wasn’t that I wanted to show up Team Allen. Although that wouldn’t break my heart. But the Sullivans were a known quantity. Sneaky. And would use methods that LA. He grabbed the lamp from her hands."Well let's just clean it up then! I'll buff it up real good and we cansell for a THOUSAND dollars!" he sarcastically shouted. With amanufactured grin on his face and wild eyes, he grabbed the base of hisshirt and began to rub the lamp. "Oh, we'll get this thing nice andclean and looking like new! Maybe if I shine it up enough, we can get aMILLION dollars, 'eh Jess!?" Mark spat on the side of the lamp andcontinued to polish its dimpled surface."Don't be an. . I killed her, just as sure as the sun shines. But then, how then is she still standing and breathing?If I didn’t kill her at the farm did I end someone else’s life?No. It was Susan. I know it.I killed her with a knife.And then it hits me. Perhaps this is the true power of Hell; its ultimate torture. Maybe I’m doomed to kill or be killed only to come back to life and relive this torment over and over again? My resilience in surviving might be used against me. Maybe this blessing, this longing.