You wish I thought. I waited a half-hour until I was sure Mom was settled down for the night. This time I didn't bother to knock before entering."Am I...going to have to put a lock on that door?" my mother asked as she saw me enter."If you do that I'll take the door off the hinges the first chance I get." You wouldn't dare!" Mom had regained some of her former outrage. She'd been sitting up in bed reading a magazine. The reading glasses Mom had taken to wearing didn't detract at all from her. The fog in his mind cleared up only slightly, and the images from all that had happened, as well as images from his dreams were still haunting him. He wondered where his wife was, and what time it was. But everything seemed so far away, and he followed his instructions automatically.The same man who led him there came back and reattached the leash, leading him away with the same unsympathetic attitude. Up some stairs he was led, and then he was led out a back door to an expansive open outside. She wanted to be sure he was long gone before comingout of her hiding spot. She checked her watch frequently. At 7:40 she squeezed out from under the stairs. It was pitch black in the alley.Corri moved slowly back toward the mill. She was scared but determined.Reaching the corner she peeked out slightly and looked both ways. There was no sign of him. She moved along the edge of the power plant wall. Atthe next corner she crossed over and walked next to the mill. At the endof the building she. The only new information was that the lab had found traces of oil in the right hip pocket of Tony’s pants. The oil was the same as that on the pistol. That would also explain why the front sight had been filed down. If the front sight was there, it might hang up when he tried to pull it quickly, and he probably didn’t need the sight anyway. Those little pistols are difficult to aim because of the short sight radius. It’s more of an instinctive pointing weapon. I know. I’ve carried a snub.