Then she realized: “You’ve been watching us.”“Yes. We didn’t want to hurt anyone, but Sister Nancy murdered Abe. She has to pay.”A few min...tes earlier... Sister Nancy dozed in the broken cabin of the crashed plane. She had slept a lot since the incident with the boys, since she had ... Abe... The cloaked figure that had haunted her dreams of late stood on the tarmac, his face hidden in the darkness of night. Behind him, an airplane that looked a lot like the one they had crashed in, except coal. “Can I help you with something…maybe you want to try something out?”John paused for a moment, he looked a little out of place. “Maybe you could make a recommendation…something fairly cheap, but fun.”The guy didn’t even stop to think, he grabbed what looked like a pair of leather cuffs and walked around behind me. John gave a nod of permission, and he strapped them on me. They held my wrists tight together behind my back, nothing new there, then all of a sudden my shorts were around my. . now!"Obviously he gave in to her demands, though I could see he was damn reluctant to do so. Turning, he went back inside the house, no doubt in order to dress, though I was curious to see if he'd remain behind and peer at her through the windows or something. Minutes later however, I heard the sound of a car starting up next door, and knew that he'd done as she'd requested.In the meantime, I continued to stand there, more confused, though more intrigued by what I saw her doing next. She was. I would be better able to think after a good night's sleep. Alas, sleep did not come easily until I realized what I should have known all along: Jeff wouldn't do that.Jeff had been right all along and, however briefly, I had been sucked in. It was well after midnight, but I called his cell. I was told to leave a message."Jeff, please call me. I'm so sorry I doubted you. We need to talk. Call anytime."I had done what I could. It enabled me to sleep.I woke at 10:00. Jeff hadn't called.Lunch time.