“What do you think, boss?” They were cleaning up at the end of the workday and the boys often talked about the day’s work.“Good job.”“I me...nt about his royal highness stopping by for a surprise inspection. I saw him look in every opening like he was checking for flaws in our work.”“Now, don’t get upset about a surprise visit. Customers always want to check on the progress of their home. Mr. Cyning was no exception. If he was looking into every hole and crevice, I figure it was because he wanted. Jayce’s steps decrease in purpose as his body slows down a few meters from the scene unfolding. A few well placed steps and the firey-haired man is now leaping backwards over the counter, his hand contorted into an odd position on the laminated surface from his haste as he twists mid-air landing behind the register as the gunman raises his weapon to the roof, striding in reverse, each step as solidly placed as the last. Smoke pours into the barrel as plaster lazily rises to the ceiling. Another. It was that ‘last few days of summer before going back to school’ feeling when you realize how much time you wasted and how little time remains. I even counted it. If he got there at six and left at noon the next day, that meant there were only eighteen more hours of Ben Sheppard in my life. I caught myself sitting at my desk tearing up at the thought. ‘You okay?’ Danielle asks. ‘Oh, I’m fine,’ I say wiping away a tear. ‘Man problems?’ ‘In a way.’ ‘I’d be able to help if you’d tell me anything. She heard the Esposito had survived, but he was going to tear the town apart to find the girl who had cracked his skull and blinded him in one eye. Big padded envelope in hand, Maggie sat down on a park bench in an affluent area’s playground. She opened it and pulled out a Driver’s license, birth certificate, and school immunization record. Inside the envelope she saw pages and pages of documents, little cards, and even a few doctored photos. On that day, with an envelope of identity and.