They run the county jail and deal with court documents,such as summonses. They're not very high profile, but they are lawenforcement, Mare. If you don...t accept the summons, he has the authorityto arrest you. Just take the paperwork and I'll read it for youtomorrow." Ok. Thanks Susie." She disconnected the call.Mary shook her head at the man on her front stoop. "This is all nonsense,you know. Jordie and I have nothing to do with the accusations."The man shrugged. "I'm sorry, ma'm, but I don't. “So tell my why did you kill those two boys?” I ask.“They messed up. They were supposed to drag that whiny bitch of a step-sister of mine away and fuck the hell out of her. She doesn’t know her place at all. Her mom was taught her place that the only good Japanese woman is a Japanese whore. Kimiko was about to learn that lesson when out of nowhere, Emma Sterns boy shows up and ruins everything. I had to go out and play the part of the good step-brother.”“Who’s Emma Stern?” I ask Mikey. In my. There was always music in the household - opera, the classics and jazz. Both her parents played the piano and her mother sang. Karen had been taught piano and the violin as a child but it hadn't taken. She complained her fingers were too thick and she couldn't move them around fast enough.Her old drum kit was piled up against the wall of the lounge. It was an old Tama with a Zyn cymbal set, battered, and bought for 100 bucks at a garage sale. She was now so inured to Freddie's huge Premier. ‘Asshole.’ For a guy so much older than me, he really had a habit of behaving like a schoolboy. From the time I’d first encountered David, I couldn’t recall one mature thing he’d done. I watched a slow smirk spread across his lips and fumed. If it was his house I’d wound up in, I knew something had gone drastically wrong the night before. ‘You bastard! What did you do to me?’ I managed to pull myself up onto my hands and knees, but David ignored my struggle and took a sip from his mug. ‘You.