Know you can’t drink anything stronger – workingand driving and all that.”“Coke is fine,” the young man answered as he r...movedhis jacket and hat. “Hope you don’t mind me taking offmy coat for the moment – it’s so hot.”“No problem.” Katie leant over to reach a can of cokefrom the bottom of the refrigerator. Suddenly she wasaware that the young man had involuntarily stoppedremoving his jacket. She guessed – he was. Let’s talk.” He got his first suspicious glance.She said, “About what?”He asked, “You going to take that assignment out in the western end of the state?”She looked down toward her lap, “Don’t know yet. It could be a great opportunity.”This was it, time to chase her down. Her house was in an older established wealthier section of the city, an old suburb from the 1930’s, large single homes with nice yards, a mix of retirees and the upwardly mobile well to do yuppy types. Gary’s house had been. While she had gotten alot of help with the formalities from her moms former coworkers, all of which were lawyers, she still had a hard time getting herself to sort through the more personal stuff left behind. Most of her parents stuff had fortunately been work related, while her sister mostly had left clothes behind.Going through their stuff Sofie quickly realised that some of her dads work might have been related to their murder and her sisters disapperance. This led her down a unforseen. (At this point please accept my apologies for repetitive use of the eff word. Normally I’m quite the well-spoken little madam. Confessing I’ve been screwing my Daddy has brought out a new me. I might be subconsciously hiding something from myself, but terms like “making love” do not seem appropriate anymore. No, “fucking” is the word that best fits the bill.)Of course I should have known better than to trust the great British climate.By the time we neared Peterborough conditions overhead had.