" That's good." I said quietly. Loudly, I shouted again, "What's your choice? Who else wants to die?"It was silent. The crowd was in shock at the spee... at which we had taken them and the violence we could offer so effortlessly compared to their efforts.A man and a woman came forward with their hands raised. "We want to go with you. We don't want to be Southlanders!" The man shouted. They continued to move forward but, before they could take the stand, they were shot down. The shooters were. Azalea wished she her mind hadn’t been so clouded. Then he punished her. She felt the tendrils of anger rise up from her gut. He was the one who had broken her eye socket. There was someone else. The young ginger haired man. Azalea didn’t know what his name was. Wait… there was one more person. Something he wanted… a… key? ‘A key?’ Azalea whispered into the dark. This is ridiculous. There was no key. False legends embellished by Chinese Whispers. For centuries she’d been pursued for different. Sometimes after she got home from a movie or shopping with David, he'd find her stockings in the trash, laddered with runs.It was easy to find a discrete private investigator to follow Jen. It was expensive, but he had some money from an inheritance. He felt guilty for having Jen followed. But he had to know.Mike flipped through the pictures. They were very high quality. And they proved what Mike suspected.Still looking at the pictures, Mike asked, "And you have video too?"The PI motioned to. Tomorrow there will be more questions, count on it,” I said.“They know where to find you and me John. How about you Gabby? You were planning to leave tomorrow.” mom said. “Since there is nothing any of us can do to help the police. I guess you could leave.”“They may not see it that way Mom. If I were you Gabby, I would at least tell Sylvia I was going,” I suggested.“Oh, Sylvia is it,” Gabby said with a laugh.“She was Keith’s friend,” I said I didn’t want her to get any ideas.“I saw the way that.